Fic: Midnight Wandering (Harry/Draco)
TITLE: Midnight Wandering
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: This was strictly clinical. Strictly ‘I am ready to pop my eyeballs out with a spoon’. Strictly ‘I am ready to throw myself into a vat of bleach’. Strictly ‘Malfoy is the biggest exhibitionist I have ever seen’. Or something like that. The fact still remained that Malfoy was masturbating.
FANDOM: Harry Potter (Draco/Harry)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for day 17 @ adventchallenge
***
It was like a car wreck. A Christmas holiday car wreck.
Harry could not look away.
On the one hand, he was utterly repulsed by the spectacle in front of him and seriously considering the merits of clawing his eyes out. On the other, he was vaguely... intrigued.
Draco Malfoy. Draco fucking Malfoy.
To be perfectly clear, none of this was Harry’s fault. As far as he was concerned, Hogwarts was at his disposal between the hours of midnight and 4am. Those were his hours to wander as he pleased. It had always been that way... or at least, it had since the beginning of 8th year. Harry was thoroughly convinced that it was Malfoy who was infringing on his time, not the other way around.
For another thing, Harry was not a voyeur. Not in the slightest. It wasn’t like he was standing here getting off on the fact that... um... Malfoy was getting off. There was absolutely nothing sexual about this. In fact, Harry was 99.9% sure that he was ready to throw himself off the Astronomy Tower, bellowing ‘goodbye cruel world’ on the way down.
This was strictly clinical. Strictly ‘I am ready to pop my eyeballs out with a spoon’. Strictly ‘I am ready to throw myself into a vat of bleach’. Strictly ‘Malfoy is the biggest exhibitionist I have ever seen’.
Or something like that.
The fact still remained that Malfoy was masturbating.
But not only was he masturbating. Oh, no. He was masturbating on full display (aka. naked) half way up the marble staircase (aka. the one that Harry would never be able to ascend in the same way ever again), in full view of all the portraits on the walls (some of which were tittering excitedly) and any other unfortunate student that happened to wander past (aka. Harry).
Did Harry mention that he wasn’t wearing his invisibility cloak? Because he wasn’t.
Malfoy hadn’t seen him yet, but it was only a matter of time, because hell, he was standing. Right. There.
This would have been the perfect time to make a getaway. But Harry couldn’t move. His shock was quickly morphing into something he wasn’t ready to acknowledge, and he could not tear his eyes away from the spectacle in front of him.
Malfoy was sitting on the stairs, leaning back against the railing. The light was low in the entrance hall, but Harry could still see his pale skin gleaming in the moonlight that streamed through the glass panes. He had his eyes closed and head thrown back as he stroked himself with one hand, the other was tracing all over his lean torso, tweaking at his nipples and drifting down to caress his balls.
Harry swallowed, his brain finally catching up with his cock and he ever so slowly retreated to the corner of the room where he was hidden in shadows. What happened next, Harry swore to himself he would take to the grave.
He watched.
Perhaps that little ‘I’m not a voyeur’ thing was jumping the gun just a tad.
END
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: This was strictly clinical. Strictly ‘I am ready to pop my eyeballs out with a spoon’. Strictly ‘I am ready to throw myself into a vat of bleach’. Strictly ‘Malfoy is the biggest exhibitionist I have ever seen’. Or something like that. The fact still remained that Malfoy was masturbating.
FANDOM: Harry Potter (Draco/Harry)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for day 17 @ adventchallenge
***
It was like a car wreck. A Christmas holiday car wreck.
Harry could not look away.
On the one hand, he was utterly repulsed by the spectacle in front of him and seriously considering the merits of clawing his eyes out. On the other, he was vaguely... intrigued.
Draco Malfoy. Draco fucking Malfoy.
To be perfectly clear, none of this was Harry’s fault. As far as he was concerned, Hogwarts was at his disposal between the hours of midnight and 4am. Those were his hours to wander as he pleased. It had always been that way... or at least, it had since the beginning of 8th year. Harry was thoroughly convinced that it was Malfoy who was infringing on his time, not the other way around.
For another thing, Harry was not a voyeur. Not in the slightest. It wasn’t like he was standing here getting off on the fact that... um... Malfoy was getting off. There was absolutely nothing sexual about this. In fact, Harry was 99.9% sure that he was ready to throw himself off the Astronomy Tower, bellowing ‘goodbye cruel world’ on the way down.
This was strictly clinical. Strictly ‘I am ready to pop my eyeballs out with a spoon’. Strictly ‘I am ready to throw myself into a vat of bleach’. Strictly ‘Malfoy is the biggest exhibitionist I have ever seen’.
Or something like that.
The fact still remained that Malfoy was masturbating.
But not only was he masturbating. Oh, no. He was masturbating on full display (aka. naked) half way up the marble staircase (aka. the one that Harry would never be able to ascend in the same way ever again), in full view of all the portraits on the walls (some of which were tittering excitedly) and any other unfortunate student that happened to wander past (aka. Harry).
Did Harry mention that he wasn’t wearing his invisibility cloak? Because he wasn’t.
Malfoy hadn’t seen him yet, but it was only a matter of time, because hell, he was standing. Right. There.
This would have been the perfect time to make a getaway. But Harry couldn’t move. His shock was quickly morphing into something he wasn’t ready to acknowledge, and he could not tear his eyes away from the spectacle in front of him.
Malfoy was sitting on the stairs, leaning back against the railing. The light was low in the entrance hall, but Harry could still see his pale skin gleaming in the moonlight that streamed through the glass panes. He had his eyes closed and head thrown back as he stroked himself with one hand, the other was tracing all over his lean torso, tweaking at his nipples and drifting down to caress his balls.
Harry swallowed, his brain finally catching up with his cock and he ever so slowly retreated to the corner of the room where he was hidden in shadows. What happened next, Harry swore to himself he would take to the grave.
He watched.
Perhaps that little ‘I’m not a voyeur’ thing was jumping the gun just a tad.
END