Video Camera - 1/1 - Adult - Bill/Draco
Title: Video Camera (1/1)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Harry had developed quite an interest in Muggle gadgets over the last few years. Bill/Draco.
A/N: Written for 50_smutlets prompt #26: on camera.
Word Count: 742.
Harry had chosen to have his birthday at the Burrow. Or, rather, he had been bullied into it by Molly Weasley, who said that he needed to do something to celebrate his twenty-third birthday. Thankfully, the weather was glorious and Mr Weasley wasn’t actually too bad at manning the barbeque, although Molly kept fussing over him and warning him to make sure that the food was thoroughly cooked because she didn’t want anyone to come down with food poisoning or salmonella.
Drink in her hand, Hermione joined Harry on the blanket where he was sprawled, playing with his new toy. “Hi, birthday boy. Having a good time?”
He grinned at her, switching on his new video camera. “Smile for the camera,” he instructed, holding it up. He had developed quite an interest in Muggle gadgets over the last few years, and this shiny new camera was her birthday present to him.
Hermione groaned, trying to duck out of the camera’s sight and covering her face with her hand. “Harry! I look awful. Turn it off.”
“You look gorgeous,” he told her and Hermione pouted playfully for the camera, not really sure she believed him. “If you didn’t want to be caught on film, you shouldn’t have bought this for me.”
Laughing, Hermione moved closer, trying to get a look at the view screen. She nudged Harry’s hand when she noticed that he was filming their feet. “I know,” she relented. “But why don’t you show me what this thing can do?”
Harry nodded, pressing a button. “Well, it films.”
“Obviously,” she teased. He raised his eyebrows and she shrugged apologetically. “Sorry.”
“Yeah. Okay. And… oh! It zooms, too.” Harry pressed something that Hermione couldn’t see and the picture on the view screen suddenly filled with grass. Lifting the camera to get a better shot, Harry focused it on the dense copse of trees at the end of the garden.
Hermione frowned. “What’s that?” she asked, spotting something on the view screen and pointing at it.
“Careful,” he admonished in a tone that he had picked up from her somewhere over the years. “Don’t want to get fingerprints everywhere.” The thing that Hermione had pointed out looked like a person, so Harry zoomed in as far as he could go. He raised his eyebrows as he realised that it was, in fact, two people. “Oh.”
Draco Malfoy was pinned to a tree. The things that he had ultimately done during the war were more than enough to garner him an invitation to Harry’s birthday party, although he wasn’t one of Harry’s closest friends. However, it was why he was pinned to the tree that made Harry’s chest feel a little tight.
“That is so hot,” Hermione breathed as she watched, licking her lips. Harry looked at her. “What?” she asked as he adjusted the contrast slightly. “You were thinking it, too.”
Reluctantly, Harry shrugged. “True.”
Nearly, but evidently not quite, hidden from view, Bill Weasley was diligently sucking Malfoy’s cock. There was no disputing that it was Bill, for he had been walking around all afternoon shirtless, his long hair tied back in a ponytail.
Malfoy’s mouth hung open in a look of pleasure, his eyes closed and fingers tangled in Bill’s hair, occasionally pulling on it to get Bill to take his cock deeper into his mouth. Bill’s head moved rhythmically and Harry had to bite his lip when Hermione whimpered next to him.
“Are you taping this?” Hermione whispered, as though Bill and Draco could hear them.
The red light was on. “Yes,” he told her in a strained tone. A quick glance over at her, and Harry could see that Hermione’s nipples were hard and she had crossed her legs tightly. Harry was having a similar reaction and had to adjust himself in an attempt to hide his growing erection.
Amid the trees, Malfoy had started to thrust his hips towards Bill’s head and it wasn’t hard to imagine the noises he was making. He stiffened suddenly and then fell limp against the tree.
“Fuck,” Hermione swore in a most un-Hermione-like fashion. She downed her drink, grimacing slightly at the harsh taste of the alcohol. Scrambling to get up, she said, “I need to go find Charlie.”
Harry nodded mutely, his video camera still trained on Bill and Malfoy. Turning to look at her as Hermione over towards the house, he called, “Hermione?”
“Yes?”
Harry grinned. “Best birthday present ever.”
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Harry had developed quite an interest in Muggle gadgets over the last few years. Bill/Draco.
A/N: Written for 50_smutlets prompt #26: on camera.
Word Count: 742.
Harry had chosen to have his birthday at the Burrow. Or, rather, he had been bullied into it by Molly Weasley, who said that he needed to do something to celebrate his twenty-third birthday. Thankfully, the weather was glorious and Mr Weasley wasn’t actually too bad at manning the barbeque, although Molly kept fussing over him and warning him to make sure that the food was thoroughly cooked because she didn’t want anyone to come down with food poisoning or salmonella.
Drink in her hand, Hermione joined Harry on the blanket where he was sprawled, playing with his new toy. “Hi, birthday boy. Having a good time?”
He grinned at her, switching on his new video camera. “Smile for the camera,” he instructed, holding it up. He had developed quite an interest in Muggle gadgets over the last few years, and this shiny new camera was her birthday present to him.
Hermione groaned, trying to duck out of the camera’s sight and covering her face with her hand. “Harry! I look awful. Turn it off.”
“You look gorgeous,” he told her and Hermione pouted playfully for the camera, not really sure she believed him. “If you didn’t want to be caught on film, you shouldn’t have bought this for me.”
Laughing, Hermione moved closer, trying to get a look at the view screen. She nudged Harry’s hand when she noticed that he was filming their feet. “I know,” she relented. “But why don’t you show me what this thing can do?”
Harry nodded, pressing a button. “Well, it films.”
“Obviously,” she teased. He raised his eyebrows and she shrugged apologetically. “Sorry.”
“Yeah. Okay. And… oh! It zooms, too.” Harry pressed something that Hermione couldn’t see and the picture on the view screen suddenly filled with grass. Lifting the camera to get a better shot, Harry focused it on the dense copse of trees at the end of the garden.
Hermione frowned. “What’s that?” she asked, spotting something on the view screen and pointing at it.
“Careful,” he admonished in a tone that he had picked up from her somewhere over the years. “Don’t want to get fingerprints everywhere.” The thing that Hermione had pointed out looked like a person, so Harry zoomed in as far as he could go. He raised his eyebrows as he realised that it was, in fact, two people. “Oh.”
Draco Malfoy was pinned to a tree. The things that he had ultimately done during the war were more than enough to garner him an invitation to Harry’s birthday party, although he wasn’t one of Harry’s closest friends. However, it was why he was pinned to the tree that made Harry’s chest feel a little tight.
“That is so hot,” Hermione breathed as she watched, licking her lips. Harry looked at her. “What?” she asked as he adjusted the contrast slightly. “You were thinking it, too.”
Reluctantly, Harry shrugged. “True.”
Nearly, but evidently not quite, hidden from view, Bill Weasley was diligently sucking Malfoy’s cock. There was no disputing that it was Bill, for he had been walking around all afternoon shirtless, his long hair tied back in a ponytail.
Malfoy’s mouth hung open in a look of pleasure, his eyes closed and fingers tangled in Bill’s hair, occasionally pulling on it to get Bill to take his cock deeper into his mouth. Bill’s head moved rhythmically and Harry had to bite his lip when Hermione whimpered next to him.
“Are you taping this?” Hermione whispered, as though Bill and Draco could hear them.
The red light was on. “Yes,” he told her in a strained tone. A quick glance over at her, and Harry could see that Hermione’s nipples were hard and she had crossed her legs tightly. Harry was having a similar reaction and had to adjust himself in an attempt to hide his growing erection.
Amid the trees, Malfoy had started to thrust his hips towards Bill’s head and it wasn’t hard to imagine the noises he was making. He stiffened suddenly and then fell limp against the tree.
“Fuck,” Hermione swore in a most un-Hermione-like fashion. She downed her drink, grimacing slightly at the harsh taste of the alcohol. Scrambling to get up, she said, “I need to go find Charlie.”
Harry nodded mutely, his video camera still trained on Bill and Malfoy. Turning to look at her as Hermione over towards the house, he called, “Hermione?”
“Yes?”
Harry grinned. “Best birthday present ever.”