HP FIC: Rise and Shine (H/D, R)
Title: Rise and Shine
Author: sugareey
Rating: R
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 971
Summary: Draco wakes up and has a bit a trouble figuring out where he is and what happened the night before. Harry's there to help him out.
Warnings: Groping's fun, isn't it?
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 from this work.
A/N: Written for my favourite British boy, in honour of his birthday. Originally posted for hd_birthdaybash's here for the The Great Sex Outdoors Comment Fest. Enjoy!
The first thing he heard was loud chirping. Draco groaned as he shut his eyes tighter and snuggled against soft pillows, a blanket and the warm skin of a-wait a minute. Warm skin?
Draco slowly opened his eyes and shifted on his back, only to be welcomed by bright sunlight. He groaned again and put a pillow over his face. He was definitely not a morning person. He tried to move in a more comfortable position and felt himself sway side-to-side. What the hell was he lying on anyway?
It wasn’t until something shifted next to him that Draco moved the pillow from his face when he realised he wasn’t alone. He swore when the face of the man spooned against him came into view. What in Merlin’s name was Harry Potter doing on this…what was this swinging contraption again? It had to be Muggle, made out rope and cloth. A hallock, was it? Whatever it was, Harry must have conjured it. Draco could hardly remember why.
From the looks of the few empty bottles on the ground, Draco could only assume that they had gotten very drunk off of very expensive Italian wine. Bugger. That couldn’t be good, could it? Because Draco could not think of a single occasion where he had ever gotten drunk with Harry and fallen asleep with him. Going to the pub was different; they always parted ways each time. And now, Draco could only stare at the gorgeous sight before him. Surely, he must be dreaming. Why would Harry be looking at him like that with his ruffled-up bed hair, his sleepy green eyes and…was Harry’s shirt missing?
Draco watched as Harry sat up, the blanket pooling to his lap to reveal a nice flat stomach. Draco could only imagine what else was under that blanket. He wondered if Harry was wearing any pants. That very thought made him bite his pillow to keep from moaning. Though Draco was certainly wearing his silk emerald pants, they were doing nothing to hide his raging erection. Bloody hell.
“Morning, dragon,” murmur a low husky voice. Before Draco knew it, he felt soft lips press against the side of his mouth.
“Shit!” exclaimed Draco, moving away before tumbling to the ground with a thump. It hurt. Which meant he was not dreaming after all.
“Draco! Are you all right?”
Draco blinked to see Harry’s concerned face staring down at him. He licked his lips before gingerly sitting up. He ended up lying back down on the grass when everything he saw began to spin. Damn it. He was never drinking ever again.
“Fuck,” he swore quietly, covering his face with his hands. “Head hurts.”
“Draco, let me pull you up onto the hammock,” said Harry’s gentle voice. “C’mon…”
When Draco peeked through his fingers, he saw Harry offering his hand to him. Draco took the hand and let Harry pull him up. However, he soon found himself landing on top of Harry in a tangle of blanket, swinging on the hammock. It wasn’t until he tried to move away that his erection brushed against Harry’s thigh. And now, Harry was staring at Draco like he wanted to eat him alive. Fantastic.
“Um…I should probably-” started Draco hastily, rolling off Harry and pushing the blanket off of himself. Now, he just had to find his clothes, and then he could get out of here without being mortified further.
“Where are you going?” inquired Harry anxiously, grabbing Draco’s wrist. “I would have thought you’d stay…”
“Stay?” repeated Draco, ignoring the way his own face was warming up. “I’m sure you have plenty of things to do today. You know, visiting Weasley and Granger, or taking Andromeda and Teddy out-”
“None of those things,” Harry cut him off. He snaked his arm around Draco’s waist and pulled him close. “Want to spend my day with you.”
Draco held his breath when he saw Harry’s face only inches away from his. He could see the freckles on his nose, the lovely green of his eyes, and those damn kissable lips. He was hopeless. There was no way Draco could leave now, even if he wanted to.
“Draco…”
“H-harry?”
“Lie down with me, yeah?”
“I-”
“But it’s your birthday! Want to make it special…y’know? Stargazing, wine, snuggling…”
His birthday. Suddenly, everything made sense. There was a reason why Draco was lying in a hammock, half dressed with Harry curled against him instead of at the Manor with his mother, or in Hogsmeade with Pansy. Because only last night, Harry had taken him out as a treat. Harry been too good to him, as the friend that watched his back, the crush that confessed a few secrets of his own, and now the lover that wanted to sleep in with him, if Draco had assumed right.
He must have, since Harry grabbed him roughly and pressed their lips together. That certainly made Draco forget about his hangover, as he practically melted as he moaned and kissed Harry back hard; his fingers raking through that soft black hair, his tongue exploring Harry’s mouth and his teeth nibbling on Harry’s lips. Draco eventually let his hand wander lower and grinned when he felt Harry buck against him. It seemed like Harry was just aroused as he was.
Draco experimentally squeezed Harry’s erection, secretly pleased that Harry had decided to forgo pants after all. He was rewarded with low moans that went straight to his own cock.
“So, what do you have planned for me today?” asked Draco breathlessly, stroking Harry lazily.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” whispered Harry in a low voice. He managed to sit up and push Draco onto his back on the hammock before straddling him. “It should stay as a surprise, don’t you think?”
Author: sugareey
Rating: R
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 971
Summary: Draco wakes up and has a bit a trouble figuring out where he is and what happened the night before. Harry's there to help him out.
Warnings: Groping's fun, isn't it?
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 from this work.
A/N: Written for my favourite British boy, in honour of his birthday. Originally posted for hd_birthdaybash's here for the The Great Sex Outdoors Comment Fest. Enjoy!
The first thing he heard was loud chirping. Draco groaned as he shut his eyes tighter and snuggled against soft pillows, a blanket and the warm skin of a-wait a minute. Warm skin?
Draco slowly opened his eyes and shifted on his back, only to be welcomed by bright sunlight. He groaned again and put a pillow over his face. He was definitely not a morning person. He tried to move in a more comfortable position and felt himself sway side-to-side. What the hell was he lying on anyway?
It wasn’t until something shifted next to him that Draco moved the pillow from his face when he realised he wasn’t alone. He swore when the face of the man spooned against him came into view. What in Merlin’s name was Harry Potter doing on this…what was this swinging contraption again? It had to be Muggle, made out rope and cloth. A hallock, was it? Whatever it was, Harry must have conjured it. Draco could hardly remember why.
From the looks of the few empty bottles on the ground, Draco could only assume that they had gotten very drunk off of very expensive Italian wine. Bugger. That couldn’t be good, could it? Because Draco could not think of a single occasion where he had ever gotten drunk with Harry and fallen asleep with him. Going to the pub was different; they always parted ways each time. And now, Draco could only stare at the gorgeous sight before him. Surely, he must be dreaming. Why would Harry be looking at him like that with his ruffled-up bed hair, his sleepy green eyes and…was Harry’s shirt missing?
Draco watched as Harry sat up, the blanket pooling to his lap to reveal a nice flat stomach. Draco could only imagine what else was under that blanket. He wondered if Harry was wearing any pants. That very thought made him bite his pillow to keep from moaning. Though Draco was certainly wearing his silk emerald pants, they were doing nothing to hide his raging erection. Bloody hell.
“Morning, dragon,” murmur a low husky voice. Before Draco knew it, he felt soft lips press against the side of his mouth.
“Shit!” exclaimed Draco, moving away before tumbling to the ground with a thump. It hurt. Which meant he was not dreaming after all.
“Draco! Are you all right?”
Draco blinked to see Harry’s concerned face staring down at him. He licked his lips before gingerly sitting up. He ended up lying back down on the grass when everything he saw began to spin. Damn it. He was never drinking ever again.
“Fuck,” he swore quietly, covering his face with his hands. “Head hurts.”
“Draco, let me pull you up onto the hammock,” said Harry’s gentle voice. “C’mon…”
When Draco peeked through his fingers, he saw Harry offering his hand to him. Draco took the hand and let Harry pull him up. However, he soon found himself landing on top of Harry in a tangle of blanket, swinging on the hammock. It wasn’t until he tried to move away that his erection brushed against Harry’s thigh. And now, Harry was staring at Draco like he wanted to eat him alive. Fantastic.
“Um…I should probably-” started Draco hastily, rolling off Harry and pushing the blanket off of himself. Now, he just had to find his clothes, and then he could get out of here without being mortified further.
“Where are you going?” inquired Harry anxiously, grabbing Draco’s wrist. “I would have thought you’d stay…”
“Stay?” repeated Draco, ignoring the way his own face was warming up. “I’m sure you have plenty of things to do today. You know, visiting Weasley and Granger, or taking Andromeda and Teddy out-”
“None of those things,” Harry cut him off. He snaked his arm around Draco’s waist and pulled him close. “Want to spend my day with you.”
Draco held his breath when he saw Harry’s face only inches away from his. He could see the freckles on his nose, the lovely green of his eyes, and those damn kissable lips. He was hopeless. There was no way Draco could leave now, even if he wanted to.
“Draco…”
“H-harry?”
“Lie down with me, yeah?”
“I-”
“But it’s your birthday! Want to make it special…y’know? Stargazing, wine, snuggling…”
His birthday. Suddenly, everything made sense. There was a reason why Draco was lying in a hammock, half dressed with Harry curled against him instead of at the Manor with his mother, or in Hogsmeade with Pansy. Because only last night, Harry had taken him out as a treat. Harry been too good to him, as the friend that watched his back, the crush that confessed a few secrets of his own, and now the lover that wanted to sleep in with him, if Draco had assumed right.
He must have, since Harry grabbed him roughly and pressed their lips together. That certainly made Draco forget about his hangover, as he practically melted as he moaned and kissed Harry back hard; his fingers raking through that soft black hair, his tongue exploring Harry’s mouth and his teeth nibbling on Harry’s lips. Draco eventually let his hand wander lower and grinned when he felt Harry buck against him. It seemed like Harry was just aroused as he was.
Draco experimentally squeezed Harry’s erection, secretly pleased that Harry had decided to forgo pants after all. He was rewarded with low moans that went straight to his own cock.
“So, what do you have planned for me today?” asked Draco breathlessly, stroking Harry lazily.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” whispered Harry in a low voice. He managed to sit up and push Draco onto his back on the hammock before straddling him. “It should stay as a surprise, don’t you think?”