more drabbles
My two submissions for the latest ficadron Dra(w)bble Duel, one sort-of angsty and one smutty. I'm really impressed with the frequency with which I've been writing lately. :hopes it doesn't give out:
Title: Guilty
Team: Team Draco FTW
Prompt: Friends & Family
Rating: PG
Word Count: 492 (According to Google Docs)
Draco folded his copy of The Daily Prophet and placed it on the table before levering from his chair to observe the street from their London home.
Domesticity had been good for him. After roaming for years after he'd finished school, he'd married Astoria Greengrass. A year later, Scorpius had been born, and his arrival had bonded their family. Draco was content.
So of course, it shouldn't have been a surprise that on such a clear, uncomplicated Thursday morning, something would come along to complicate everything.
As he took a sip of coffee, a dark grey owl flew up against the window, banging hard into the pane of glass. The bird fluttered backward before it drifted sideways to drop a note it carried to the postbox before flying away.
Draco recognised the bird, and didn't move for several moments. He finally set down his cup, dismayed at the perspiration on his palm, and went to the retrieve the note the owl had left. His fingers trembled when they made contact with it.
He glanced over his shoulder at Astoria; she was busy flicking her wand this way and that, charming a broom and dustpan to sweep up a collection of shards off the floor. Assured that she wasn't watching him, Draco opened the note.
Meet me tonight, it read. You remember where. I know I don't have the right to ask, but I need to see you. ~R.W.
'No, you don't have the right,' Draco thought, running his fingers over the words on the page. His mind whirled at the note, and how the promise that lingered in its words could stir his blood even now.
"Draco? You've gone flush," Astoria said.
He turned slowly, betraying his body's inclination to jump out of its skin, and slipped the note into his pocket. "Have I?"
Astoria placed the back of her hand against his cheek. "You're warm. Maybe you should stay home today."
Draco closed his eyes for a moment, cherishing his wife's touch, before he took her hand and kissed it softly. "No, I want to come with you and Scorpius. What did he break?"
"One of your mother's china platters."
"Merlin. I doubt Mother will say a word about it, though."
"I know," Astoria said. "Are you sure you want to go?"
"Yes. We'll even stop and get one of those chocolate flake ice creams that Scorpius likes so much."
"Yay!" Scorpius cheered as he ran into his parents' legs. He looked up at his father, his blue eyes bright. They reminded him so much of Ron's that it hurt to look into them.
"I thought you'd like that," Draco said, scooping the boy into his arms.
"I want to have a good day; I have an appointment this evening." The lie came out smooth and neat, but his stomach turned as he said it.
The note felt heavy in his pocket, like a weight he couldn't shed.
Title: Reminisce
Team: Team Draco FTW
Prompt: Friends & Family
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 487 (According to Google Docs)
"Are we finished?"
Ron shoved his hands into his pockets. "Just about. Bill and George are outside loading up the last of the boxes." He looked around at his former bedroom. "I'm going to miss this house."
The blond folded his arms over his chest. "I suppose."
"Hey, don't knock it. We had good times here."
"Like?"
Ron smiled. "Like our first kiss..."
"After your sister thought it'd be fun to lock us in the wood shed."
"The first time you told me you loved me..."
"We were drunk on George's Ferocious Fireball Whisky."
Ron walked over to Draco and set his hands on the other man's narrow hips. "The first time we..."
Draco inhaled, taking in the scent of his lover: a heady musk that reminded him of naked skin and rumpled linen sheets. A wave of arousal rushed over him. "Well, there is that," he agreed, running his hand slowly down Ron's stomach.
"You see?"
"I do." The roving hand moved over Ron's crotch and squeezed. "I wouldn't mind reliving that one."
"Malfoy, my parents are downstairs."
"Being overrun by Weasley grandchildren -- they won't hear a thing." He pulled Ron to him and kissed him, softly at first, then with increasing fervour, possessively claiming Ron's mouth with tongue and teeth. "Fuck me," he pleaded against his mouth.
Ron glanced over his shoulder at the closed door. "Someone might come looking for us."
"All the more reason to hurry up," Draco said, tugging off his trousers and pants and kicking them aside. He sat on the bed and licked his palm before curling his long fingers around his length, already hard.
"Fuck." Ron's gaze had shifted to Draco's cock.
Draco ran his tongue across his teeth. "Precisely."
The redhead was out of his denims and on the bed before Draco could say another word. He knelt over him and stroked his own prick, slicking it with the fluid that had seeped from the tip -- a drop splattered on Draco's stomach.
"Come on, Ron," the blond whined. "Giveittome."
Ron obliged, pushing into Draco in a wet rush and pummeling him into the mattress at a frantic pace.
Draco hissed and bucked under Ron, clawing at him through his shirt, urging him on. "Yesyesyes," he whispered.
"Can't hold--Draco," Ron gasped, his hips bucking hard.
The blond pulled the other man down and kissed his temple. "Just a little...so close...oh Ron." Draco buried his face in the crook of Ron's neck to muffle his cries as his orgasm seized his body.
Ron thrust into him once more and let out a low growl, spilling his seed deep inside his mate. "See?" he said once his breath came back. "Good times."
Draco ran a single finger down the center of Ron's back. "You know -- we don't have to do all the moving today... Maybe we could stay the night?"
Title: Guilty
Team: Team Draco FTW
Prompt: Friends & Family
Rating: PG
Word Count: 492 (According to Google Docs)
Draco folded his copy of The Daily Prophet and placed it on the table before levering from his chair to observe the street from their London home.
Domesticity had been good for him. After roaming for years after he'd finished school, he'd married Astoria Greengrass. A year later, Scorpius had been born, and his arrival had bonded their family. Draco was content.
So of course, it shouldn't have been a surprise that on such a clear, uncomplicated Thursday morning, something would come along to complicate everything.
As he took a sip of coffee, a dark grey owl flew up against the window, banging hard into the pane of glass. The bird fluttered backward before it drifted sideways to drop a note it carried to the postbox before flying away.
Draco recognised the bird, and didn't move for several moments. He finally set down his cup, dismayed at the perspiration on his palm, and went to the retrieve the note the owl had left. His fingers trembled when they made contact with it.
He glanced over his shoulder at Astoria; she was busy flicking her wand this way and that, charming a broom and dustpan to sweep up a collection of shards off the floor. Assured that she wasn't watching him, Draco opened the note.
Meet me tonight, it read. You remember where. I know I don't have the right to ask, but I need to see you. ~R.W.
'No, you don't have the right,' Draco thought, running his fingers over the words on the page. His mind whirled at the note, and how the promise that lingered in its words could stir his blood even now.
"Draco? You've gone flush," Astoria said.
He turned slowly, betraying his body's inclination to jump out of its skin, and slipped the note into his pocket. "Have I?"
Astoria placed the back of her hand against his cheek. "You're warm. Maybe you should stay home today."
Draco closed his eyes for a moment, cherishing his wife's touch, before he took her hand and kissed it softly. "No, I want to come with you and Scorpius. What did he break?"
"One of your mother's china platters."
"Merlin. I doubt Mother will say a word about it, though."
"I know," Astoria said. "Are you sure you want to go?"
"Yes. We'll even stop and get one of those chocolate flake ice creams that Scorpius likes so much."
"Yay!" Scorpius cheered as he ran into his parents' legs. He looked up at his father, his blue eyes bright. They reminded him so much of Ron's that it hurt to look into them.
"I thought you'd like that," Draco said, scooping the boy into his arms.
"I want to have a good day; I have an appointment this evening." The lie came out smooth and neat, but his stomach turned as he said it.
The note felt heavy in his pocket, like a weight he couldn't shed.
Title: Reminisce
Team: Team Draco FTW
Prompt: Friends & Family
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 487 (According to Google Docs)
"Are we finished?"
Ron shoved his hands into his pockets. "Just about. Bill and George are outside loading up the last of the boxes." He looked around at his former bedroom. "I'm going to miss this house."
The blond folded his arms over his chest. "I suppose."
"Hey, don't knock it. We had good times here."
"Like?"
Ron smiled. "Like our first kiss..."
"After your sister thought it'd be fun to lock us in the wood shed."
"The first time you told me you loved me..."
"We were drunk on George's Ferocious Fireball Whisky."
Ron walked over to Draco and set his hands on the other man's narrow hips. "The first time we..."
Draco inhaled, taking in the scent of his lover: a heady musk that reminded him of naked skin and rumpled linen sheets. A wave of arousal rushed over him. "Well, there is that," he agreed, running his hand slowly down Ron's stomach.
"You see?"
"I do." The roving hand moved over Ron's crotch and squeezed. "I wouldn't mind reliving that one."
"Malfoy, my parents are downstairs."
"Being overrun by Weasley grandchildren -- they won't hear a thing." He pulled Ron to him and kissed him, softly at first, then with increasing fervour, possessively claiming Ron's mouth with tongue and teeth. "Fuck me," he pleaded against his mouth.
Ron glanced over his shoulder at the closed door. "Someone might come looking for us."
"All the more reason to hurry up," Draco said, tugging off his trousers and pants and kicking them aside. He sat on the bed and licked his palm before curling his long fingers around his length, already hard.
"Fuck." Ron's gaze had shifted to Draco's cock.
Draco ran his tongue across his teeth. "Precisely."
The redhead was out of his denims and on the bed before Draco could say another word. He knelt over him and stroked his own prick, slicking it with the fluid that had seeped from the tip -- a drop splattered on Draco's stomach.
"Come on, Ron," the blond whined. "Giveittome."
Ron obliged, pushing into Draco in a wet rush and pummeling him into the mattress at a frantic pace.
Draco hissed and bucked under Ron, clawing at him through his shirt, urging him on. "Yesyesyes," he whispered.
"Can't hold--Draco," Ron gasped, his hips bucking hard.
The blond pulled the other man down and kissed his temple. "Just a little...so close...oh Ron." Draco buried his face in the crook of Ron's neck to muffle his cries as his orgasm seized his body.
Ron thrust into him once more and let out a low growl, spilling his seed deep inside his mate. "See?" he said once his breath came back. "Good times."
Draco ran a single finger down the center of Ron's back. "You know -- we don't have to do all the moving today... Maybe we could stay the night?"