Dance with me
Title: Dance with me
Author: sugareey (aka ME)
Rating: R
Pairing: H/D
Word Count: 574
Summary: Club scenes are so fun!
Disclaimer: not mine. however, it is my duty to manipulate the characters.
Warning: it's in a bloody club. need i say more?
A/N: this is for the AWDT prompt "I saw the way he/she looked at you" and "Would you like a mango?" for nocturnali and jamie2109. And no, this has nothing to do with the Chayanne and Vanessa Williams movie, which i detest. just a bunch of silliness. umm...cheers!
He couldn’t take it anymore. He stalked off angrily toward the dim hallway of the club to go to the loo. Why had he thought that things would actually change? It was always the same every time they came here. His anger exploded as soon as he felt a tight grip on his shoulder.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” he seethed, turning around.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“What do you think?” he said in a dangerous voice. “You were with another man.”
“What in bloody hell are you talking about?”
“He was hugging you…practically all over you!” he raged, pulling away as he attempted to go to the loo again. “I saw the way he looked at you!”
“Let me explain-”
“I don’t need any explanation! If you want to break up, you could have fucking told me already!”
“No, I don’t want-”
“So what do you want? Because it seems like I’m not good enough for you if you’re going to flirt with other men. Especially in front of me.”
“But it wasn’t like that-”
“So what was it then?” he asked sarcastically. “Just a nice friendly chat? Thinking about starting a fling? I’m not stupid!”
“Yes, it was just that. A friendly chat, that’s all.”
“You expect me to believe that bullshit? After you’ve done this to me twice already? I don’t think so, Draco.”
“Harry! Please…” pleaded Draco, grabbing Harry’s arm.
“No! We are done. Over! Finished!”
“Would you like a mango?” asked Draco suddenly.
“Excuse me?”
“A mango, Potter. Would you like one?” insisted Draco, conjuring a mango in his hand.
“What the-”
“What about a drink?”
“Umm…what kind?” inquired Harry carefully, crossing his arms.
“Any kind you like. We could just go over to the bar…”
“Well…”
“Would you like to dance?”
“Maybe?”
“Perhaps you would like…”
Draco plunged his hand down Harry’s trousers, searching for Harry’s hard prick. He closed his fingers around it, giving it a squeeze. He felt it twitch and grinned.
“…this?” he finished as he trailed his tongue up Harry’s Adam’s apple.
“Fuck,” hissed Harry, gripping Draco’s shirt tightly. “Yeah…”
“I knew you would give in eventually,” purred Draco as he pushed Harry against the wall, fisting his cock.
“Draco…”
“You do realize I was just talking to Blaise, right?”
“Blaise? Blaise Zabini?”
“Yeah. We haven’t seen each other in ages.”
“What?”
“I told you, Potter. It was just a friendly chat. He knows I’m gay. And that I’m with you,” Draco added as he sucked Harry’s neck.
“Merlin…Draco…please…”
“Yes, Harry?”
“My…”
Harry gestured to his groin as he arched against the wall.
“More?”
“Not a chance,” answered Draco, withdrawing his hand and wiping the precome on his trousers.
“Draco!” whined Harry, his eyes wide. “You can’t just leave me like this! You’re evil!”
“Yes, I am. Now if you would follow me to the dance floor…”
“Not until you finish giving me a hand job!”
“Potter, you said that you would consider dancing with me. I thought now would be the appropiate time to do so.”
“You git,” muttered Harry as he zipped his fly, his prick tight against his trousers. “You definitely owe me.”
“I believe you owe me a dance,” replied Draco smugly, offering his hand to Harry.
“Draco, you know I can’t dance…”
“Great excuse. I don’t bring you here just to get wasted y’know.”
“Do I have to?”
“Harry. Just dance with me.”
Author: sugareey (aka ME)
Rating: R
Pairing: H/D
Word Count: 574
Summary: Club scenes are so fun!
Disclaimer: not mine. however, it is my duty to manipulate the characters.
Warning: it's in a bloody club. need i say more?
A/N: this is for the AWDT prompt "I saw the way he/she looked at you" and "Would you like a mango?" for nocturnali and jamie2109. And no, this has nothing to do with the Chayanne and Vanessa Williams movie, which i detest. just a bunch of silliness. umm...cheers!
He couldn’t take it anymore. He stalked off angrily toward the dim hallway of the club to go to the loo. Why had he thought that things would actually change? It was always the same every time they came here. His anger exploded as soon as he felt a tight grip on his shoulder.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” he seethed, turning around.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“What do you think?” he said in a dangerous voice. “You were with another man.”
“What in bloody hell are you talking about?”
“He was hugging you…practically all over you!” he raged, pulling away as he attempted to go to the loo again. “I saw the way he looked at you!”
“Let me explain-”
“I don’t need any explanation! If you want to break up, you could have fucking told me already!”
“No, I don’t want-”
“So what do you want? Because it seems like I’m not good enough for you if you’re going to flirt with other men. Especially in front of me.”
“But it wasn’t like that-”
“So what was it then?” he asked sarcastically. “Just a nice friendly chat? Thinking about starting a fling? I’m not stupid!”
“Yes, it was just that. A friendly chat, that’s all.”
“You expect me to believe that bullshit? After you’ve done this to me twice already? I don’t think so, Draco.”
“Harry! Please…” pleaded Draco, grabbing Harry’s arm.
“No! We are done. Over! Finished!”
“Would you like a mango?” asked Draco suddenly.
“Excuse me?”
“A mango, Potter. Would you like one?” insisted Draco, conjuring a mango in his hand.
“What the-”
“What about a drink?”
“Umm…what kind?” inquired Harry carefully, crossing his arms.
“Any kind you like. We could just go over to the bar…”
“Well…”
“Would you like to dance?”
“Maybe?”
“Perhaps you would like…”
Draco plunged his hand down Harry’s trousers, searching for Harry’s hard prick. He closed his fingers around it, giving it a squeeze. He felt it twitch and grinned.
“…this?” he finished as he trailed his tongue up Harry’s Adam’s apple.
“Fuck,” hissed Harry, gripping Draco’s shirt tightly. “Yeah…”
“I knew you would give in eventually,” purred Draco as he pushed Harry against the wall, fisting his cock.
“Draco…”
“You do realize I was just talking to Blaise, right?”
“Blaise? Blaise Zabini?”
“Yeah. We haven’t seen each other in ages.”
“What?”
“I told you, Potter. It was just a friendly chat. He knows I’m gay. And that I’m with you,” Draco added as he sucked Harry’s neck.
“Merlin…Draco…please…”
“Yes, Harry?”
“My…”
Harry gestured to his groin as he arched against the wall.
“More?”
“Not a chance,” answered Draco, withdrawing his hand and wiping the precome on his trousers.
“Draco!” whined Harry, his eyes wide. “You can’t just leave me like this! You’re evil!”
“Yes, I am. Now if you would follow me to the dance floor…”
“Not until you finish giving me a hand job!”
“Potter, you said that you would consider dancing with me. I thought now would be the appropiate time to do so.”
“You git,” muttered Harry as he zipped his fly, his prick tight against his trousers. “You definitely owe me.”
“I believe you owe me a dance,” replied Draco smugly, offering his hand to Harry.
“Draco, you know I can’t dance…”
“Great excuse. I don’t bring you here just to get wasted y’know.”
“Do I have to?”
“Harry. Just dance with me.”