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I was looking through a writing folder of mine and I found a few drabbles that I sent out as X-mas pressies to a few special f-listers. Just thought I'd share 'em since I've been away so long and haven't posted a damn thing.
I miss you guys and I'm sorry I haven't been around to comment on your journals. I've fallen out of fandom for a few reasons: I've been working more hours in order to pay for school, I auditioned for and was accepted into a bellydance troupe, I've been working on some original writing, and I've been trying to spend more time with rl friends and family.
I'll try to be more active, not because I feel that I need to, but simply because I want to; therefore, I bring thee promised drabbles. Enjoy.
Mistletoe. It was worse than Voldemort.
It figured that Harry would be passing through the kitchen doorway at the same moment as Malfoy. And, as if his life couldn't use more excitement, some bright witch across the room had to open her mouth and make sure their position was glaringly obvious to Harry, Malfoy, and every other person present in the room.
Harry blushed furiously and made to brush past the other boy, ignoring the expectant looks of everyone around them, but an arm shot out to block his way. "What-...?" Harry stumbled back in surprise.
"You don't want to spoil their fun, do you, Potter? It is tradition after all." Harry knew his mouth was working like a fish out of water, but he was pretty sure he was experiencing a heart attack.
The corners of Draco's lips twitched. Harry blinked rapidly, trying to simultaneously grasp the fact that Draco was smiling (well, not smirking in any case), that he was speaking to Harry as if the former Gryffindor was something other than flubberworm mucus, and that he wasn't fleeing their predicament in utter revulsion. In fact, he was leaning toward Harry.
Harry licked his lips nervously. "Ha ha, Malfoy. I'll just umm...if you wouldn't mind mov-.."
Draco cut Harry off, reeling the boy in by his shirt front and, suddenly, they were kissing. Draco's mouth was tentative at first, tasting Harry's lips with lingering swipes of his tongue. Only when Harry's muscles seemed to relax under his hands did Draco press forward, urging Harry's mouth open under his.
There were muted gasps as their audience looked on. Harry imagined Hermione would be smiling knowingly and Ron would probably appear apoplectic if his "What the bloody hell?!" was any indication.
"Hold him down." Seamus motioned for Dean and Neville to subdue the spitting, furious Slytherin.
Draco didn't even look at his attackers. Instead, his stormy eyes narrowed on Harry, lips curled in a snarl. "I would think twice about what you're about to do, Potter. There will be consequences. Dire consequences. And there isn't an ounce of Gryffindor kindness in my body to spare you the humiliation that I will bring down upon you and your kind."
Harry seemed to hesitate before shaking his head as if to clear away the brief moment of doubt. He glanced over at his friends. "I don't know if I can do this."
It was Pansy who spoke up from where she sat on a desk, watching with amusement. "Get on with it, Potter. Draco willingly accepted the dare."
Harry was spared Draco's murderous expression as he turned the full force of his displeasure on the smug witch.
Harry made himself walk over to the blonde's side, but maintained a safe distance. "Draco," he whispered. The boy slowly looked over at him, his eyes almost pleading with Harry not to go through with it, but Harry wouldn't- he couldn't- lose.
"Is this what you want?" Harry asked. But instead of words, what came out was a hiss. Parseltongue.
Something miraculous happened then. Draco's face softened, his lips parting on a gentle exhalation. Harry had never seen anything so beautiful. He told the boy so.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Malfoy. Perfect. If I had known this was all it took, I would have used it to my advantage every time you opened your mouth. Is this why you hate me? Because it's just one more thing you can't control?"
Draco was watching Harry unblinkingly. He shifted unconsciously and Harry's eyes drifted over the blonde's body, finally stopping at the front of his trousers. Draco's cheeks flushed a dull red, but he refused to look away.
Harry's lips quirked as he met Draco's eyes. "Oh, Malfoy, you're really going to hate me now..."
I miss you guys and I'm sorry I haven't been around to comment on your journals. I've fallen out of fandom for a few reasons: I've been working more hours in order to pay for school, I auditioned for and was accepted into a bellydance troupe, I've been working on some original writing, and I've been trying to spend more time with rl friends and family.
I'll try to be more active, not because I feel that I need to, but simply because I want to; therefore, I bring thee promised drabbles. Enjoy.
Mistletoe. It was worse than Voldemort.
It figured that Harry would be passing through the kitchen doorway at the same moment as Malfoy. And, as if his life couldn't use more excitement, some bright witch across the room had to open her mouth and make sure their position was glaringly obvious to Harry, Malfoy, and every other person present in the room.
Harry blushed furiously and made to brush past the other boy, ignoring the expectant looks of everyone around them, but an arm shot out to block his way. "What-...?" Harry stumbled back in surprise.
"You don't want to spoil their fun, do you, Potter? It is tradition after all." Harry knew his mouth was working like a fish out of water, but he was pretty sure he was experiencing a heart attack.
The corners of Draco's lips twitched. Harry blinked rapidly, trying to simultaneously grasp the fact that Draco was smiling (well, not smirking in any case), that he was speaking to Harry as if the former Gryffindor was something other than flubberworm mucus, and that he wasn't fleeing their predicament in utter revulsion. In fact, he was leaning toward Harry.
Harry licked his lips nervously. "Ha ha, Malfoy. I'll just umm...if you wouldn't mind mov-.."
Draco cut Harry off, reeling the boy in by his shirt front and, suddenly, they were kissing. Draco's mouth was tentative at first, tasting Harry's lips with lingering swipes of his tongue. Only when Harry's muscles seemed to relax under his hands did Draco press forward, urging Harry's mouth open under his.
There were muted gasps as their audience looked on. Harry imagined Hermione would be smiling knowingly and Ron would probably appear apoplectic if his "What the bloody hell?!" was any indication.
"Hold him down." Seamus motioned for Dean and Neville to subdue the spitting, furious Slytherin.
Draco didn't even look at his attackers. Instead, his stormy eyes narrowed on Harry, lips curled in a snarl. "I would think twice about what you're about to do, Potter. There will be consequences. Dire consequences. And there isn't an ounce of Gryffindor kindness in my body to spare you the humiliation that I will bring down upon you and your kind."
Harry seemed to hesitate before shaking his head as if to clear away the brief moment of doubt. He glanced over at his friends. "I don't know if I can do this."
It was Pansy who spoke up from where she sat on a desk, watching with amusement. "Get on with it, Potter. Draco willingly accepted the dare."
Harry was spared Draco's murderous expression as he turned the full force of his displeasure on the smug witch.
Harry made himself walk over to the blonde's side, but maintained a safe distance. "Draco," he whispered. The boy slowly looked over at him, his eyes almost pleading with Harry not to go through with it, but Harry wouldn't- he couldn't- lose.
"Is this what you want?" Harry asked. But instead of words, what came out was a hiss. Parseltongue.
Something miraculous happened then. Draco's face softened, his lips parting on a gentle exhalation. Harry had never seen anything so beautiful. He told the boy so.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Malfoy. Perfect. If I had known this was all it took, I would have used it to my advantage every time you opened your mouth. Is this why you hate me? Because it's just one more thing you can't control?"
Draco was watching Harry unblinkingly. He shifted unconsciously and Harry's eyes drifted over the blonde's body, finally stopping at the front of his trousers. Draco's cheeks flushed a dull red, but he refused to look away.
Harry's lips quirked as he met Draco's eyes. "Oh, Malfoy, you're really going to hate me now..."