Various dracoharry100 drabbles (H/D, up to 14A)
Title: Various Drabbles, posted to
dracoharry100 in March
Author:
sesheta_66
Word Count: 100 each
Warning: No beta
Rating: up to ~14A, for suggestiveness
Disclaimer: HP world belongs to JK Rowling. No money made by me - I am only playing.
1. Turnabout; Prompt: Jealousy (2 drabbles)
"You know, Harry, jealousy doesn't suit you. In fact, it's positively unattractive!" Draco stormed off to the washroom, leaving a stunned Harry at the table by himself.
He was right. Harry knew it. But he just couldn't help but stare daggers any time some other bloke was dancing with - more like groping - his boyfriend. Perhaps if he had just glared, rather than pull the man off him, Draco wouldn't be quite so angry.
Just then, an attractive blonde asked Harry to dance. "Sure. Why not?" he said rather unenthusiastically, but the other man didn't seem to notice.
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As the other man's body pressed against his own, moving rhythmically to the music, Harry began to feel uncomfortable. Not in a good way, like with Draco. Harry rarely danced, and always preferred it to be with his boyfriend. Before he realized what had happened, the man's hand had grabbed his arse, and he was grinding his erection into Harry's groin.
"Get your fucking hands off my boyfriend," growled Draco menacingly. "Now! Before I hex your bits to the other side of town."
A stunned Harry looked up at Draco with a smirk. "Not a word, Potter. Not a word."
2. Warming Up; Prompt: Duvet Days (#1)
Harry and Draco came inside, shaking snow off their cloaks, red-cheeked and laughing gleefully. They had just spent the past few hours outside in the fresh snow. It had started out innocently enough, building snowmen. Then it progressed to building snow forts, and exploded in a Battle Royale.
They were exhausted but exhilarated, and ready to warm up. Harry brought two steaming mugs into the sitting room, where Draco had just got the fire going.
Harry took a sip of his hot chocolate and wrapped the two of them up, snuggling up to Draco. "Mmm … I love duvet days."
3. The Day Has Arrived; Prompt: Duvet Days (#2)
"Hurry up, Harry, or we'll be late!" called Draco.
"Late for what, exactly?" Harry asked.
"I told you it's a surprise. C'mon, slowpoke. I've been waiting for this for three months. Let's get a move on!"
Grumbling something under his breath that Draco thought sounded like "could have been sleeping," Harry pulled on his cloak and turned to him. "Right, then. I'm ready. Let's go."
"Well, here we are!" Draco announced excitedly.
Harry blinked twice and shook his head, certain that he was imagining things. "Exactly where is here, Draco?"
"It's the annual 'duvet days' sale, Harry! Isn't it wonderful?"
4. In Front of a Crowd; Prompt: Cold Feet (#1)
"Relax, Draco. Everything will be fine," Harry reassured him, as he took their dress robes out of the closet.
"I'm nervous."
"You're not having second thoughts about this, are you?"
"No, no. Definitely not. Just a small case of cold feet, standing up there in front of everyone."
"I'll be right there beside you. No need to worry."
"Promise?"
"I promise. Ron and Hermione will be there too."
"I'd rather focus on you, if you don't mind."
"I don't mind at all," Harry said. "And the crowd can focus on the babies."
"I still can't believe Ron agreed to this."
5. A Bit of a Shock; Prompt: Cold Feet (#2)
"Keep those feet to yourself!"
"You love my feet."
"No, I don't. Not when they're freezing cold, and pressed up against me."
"But you love me."
"Yes, I do. Just not your feet. Now stop pouting."
"How did you know I was pouting?"
"I could hear it."
"You could hear me pout?"
"Yes."
"That's impossible."
"No it's not."
"Yes it is."
"No, it's not. You get a sad puppy dog look in your eyes, your bottom lip protrudes, and your voice gets all ... pouty."
"You still love me."
"Yes."
"And my cold feet."
"Yes, Harry. Your cold feet too."
6. Working up the Nerve; Prompt: The Writing's on the Wall
"I don't see what you're worried about, Harry."
"What if he says no?"
"He won't."
"How can you say that? Has he told you anything of the sort?"
"Oh, Harry, you're so oblivious sometimes."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means the writing's on the wall. It's in everything he says and does. Go on, just ask him."
As Harry looked across the room, he caught Draco looking his way. Maybe Hermione was right. With determination, he crossed the floor to face his former nemesis.
"Draco, would you like to go out with me sometime?"
"I thought you'd never ask."