Fic - Doing Sex H/D [PG13]
Title: Doing Sex
Author: alovelycupoftea
Beta: fat_teaspoon
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Prompt: awdt Every day I love you less and less
Word Count: 1400
Warning(s): Fluff
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. Lyrics are by the Kaiser Chiefs.
Draco quietly opened their front door and bent down to take off his shoes. He hung up his cloak and padded into the flat to surprise Harry. His last meeting at Gringotts had been cancelled and as Harry had the day off he’d come home early. He followed the sound of Harry’s voice to their bedroom where he saw him standing in front of the full length mirror reciting something. Draco stood in the doorway, watching his boyfriend. Harry was always self conscious when Draco looked at him so he was in the habit of finding surreptitious opportunities to admire him.
Suddenly Harry reached up and ran his fingers through his hair. Draco knew Harry only did this when he was frustrated and he began to wonder what was going on. “Come on, you can do this! You just have to practice!” He straightened, lowered his shoulders and began to speak. “Everyday I love you less and less. I can't believe once you and me did sex.” His voice sounded oddly monotonous. “No! I’m rubbish at this. It has to be believable and full of emotion. Right.”
Draco’s mouth fell open. He could not believe what he was hearing. As far as he knew he was the only person Harry was doing sex with, so he had to be talking about them! Doing sex? Who called it that, anyway? He stopped. He’d started fights with Harry before when he didn’t think about things rationally so he stamped down on that thought. After the last row in which he had cursed Harry with an impotency hex only to have the entirely innocent situation explained to him; Harry had made him promise to think first and hex after. Draco huffed as he remembered that their make up sex had been delayed for 48 hours while the hex wore off, which at least had had the effect of making that lesson hard to forget.
Concentrating, he thought about how he loved Harry and Harry loved him. He decided that if he kept listening it would definitely all come clear. He focused on ignoring the neurotic inner voice which was shrieking that he should hex his boyfriend and run off.
“Okay.” Harry took a deep breath. He made a determined face in the mirror and said, evenly, “It makes me sick to think of you undressed. Since everyday I love you less and less.”
Draco pursed his lips. Harry was always telling him how beautiful he was. He desperately tried to think of a rational explanation for Harry saying that but he was beginning to find it harder. His wand hand twitched and he had to tense his muscles to stop him taking out his wand.
Harry made a frustrated sound. “I don’t know how to make it plausible,” he grumbled. “This is never going to work. I’m never going to be convincing!” He screwed up his eyes and stretched his arms up. Draco noticed the strip of soft skin exposed when his t-shirt rode up and then hated himself for being distracted by Harry’s attractiveness. Harry shuffled his feet so they were shoulder-width apart and straightened his posture. He continued talking to himself. “Confident, clear, convincing! I can do this! Every day I love you less and less. You're turning into something I detest. And everybody says that you’re a mess.” Harry’s voice was louder and more persuasive now. “Since everyday I love you less and less.”
Draco gasped. Harry did sound very convincing. And his friends did say nasty things about Draco. He’d tried to be rational, but this seemed indefensible! Part of him had been planning on silently disapparating and sulking somewhere in private, but he also wanted to hex Harry with an even more powerful impotency curse (not that he’d looked one up, or anything) and make a dramatic exit, leaving Harry to rue the day he ever decided to practise his break-up speech in their mirror, in their bedroom.
Harry spun round, and noticed Draco in the doorway. “You’re home early!” He looked a bit embarrassed and a red flush started on his cheeks, contrasting horribly with the orange Chudley Cannons t-shirt he was wearing.
Draco frowned. Wasn’t Harry bothered that he’d just been caught rehearsing the speech he’d dump him with? He spat out, “What were you doing? I mean, I know what it seemed like you were doing, but I wouldn’t want to jump to any irrational conclusions. Please, enlighten me!”
Harry stuck his hands in his pockets. “It’s a bit embarrassing, actually.”
Draco raised one eyebrow, and tried to look glacial but it was ruined by the hurt and anger in his voice. “Practising how to dump someone is more than a bit embarrassing, Potter. Why don’t you just say it to my face?” Draco extended his arms. “Here I am.”
Harry looked confused. “What? Who’s dumping anyone?”
He sneered. “Every day I love you less and less? Granted, it’s a bit more poetic than ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ but I know a brush off when I hear one.”
Realisation dawned on Harry’s face, but he beamed widely. Draco was surprised. Dumping him and smiling about it? That was a bit much. “No, Draco, I wasn’t talking about you!”
Draco was incandescent with rage. He took a deep breath and remembered his father telling him that suppressed rage was more intimidating than shouting. He spoke, very slowly and quietly, “Please, Potter, if you are not talking about me, then please tell me all about your other beloved.”
Harry frowned. “My other beloved? Draco, what are you on about?”
He exhaled slowly through his nose and brought his hand up to rub at his temples. “Really, Potter, it’s a simple question. If you were not planning on dumping me with that pathetic excuse for a line, then who were you practising breaking up with?”
“I’m not breaking up with anyone!” Potter had raised his voice. “You are such a berk sometimes! Are you going to let me explain, seeing as you don’t want to jump to irrational conclusions?”
Draco crossed his arms. “You have one minute, Potter.”
Harry moved towards him, but was stopped by the glare Draco directed at him. He stood still. “Well, umm, you know I have to give this speech at the Fifth Anniversary of the Defeat of Voldemort this weekend? And you know that I hate public speaking? I went to a vocal coach person and she suggested that I practise saying song lyrics and stuff in front of the mirror so I begin to feel less silly about the whole thing. Well Dean dropped by this morning with a CD by a Muggle band and that stupid song got stuck in my head so I decided to use that.” Harry started to slowly walk towards his boyfriend and held out his hand.
Draco looked at the hand suspiciously. “Really?”
Harry grinned. “Truly. I don’t want to dump you, Draco. In fact the reverse is true.”
Draco permitted himself a small smile and interlinked their fingers. His voice was little and needy. “You’re not dumping me? You don’t think doing sex with me is disgusting?”
Harry swallowed a laugh. “I love doing sex with you,” he said solemnly. “And I am very proud of you for not hexing me and running out the door when you first got the mad idea that I was practising for dumping you.” He laughed, “Knowing you, I wouldn’t be surprised if you were standing there planning to use an even stronger impotency hex you’ve probably secretly learnt!”
Draco coloured and tried to tug his hand away from Harry’s. Harry held on tighter and wrapped his other hand around his waist, pulling him flush against his chest. “I wouldn’t do that! You know me, Harry, listen to rational explanations first, hex later.”
Harry tried to suppress his laugh. “I think that’s one of your best qualities, sweetie. How about doing make up sex now?”
fin.
Author: alovelycupoftea
Beta: fat_teaspoon
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Prompt: awdt Every day I love you less and less
Word Count: 1400
Warning(s): Fluff
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. Lyrics are by the Kaiser Chiefs.
Draco quietly opened their front door and bent down to take off his shoes. He hung up his cloak and padded into the flat to surprise Harry. His last meeting at Gringotts had been cancelled and as Harry had the day off he’d come home early. He followed the sound of Harry’s voice to their bedroom where he saw him standing in front of the full length mirror reciting something. Draco stood in the doorway, watching his boyfriend. Harry was always self conscious when Draco looked at him so he was in the habit of finding surreptitious opportunities to admire him.
Suddenly Harry reached up and ran his fingers through his hair. Draco knew Harry only did this when he was frustrated and he began to wonder what was going on. “Come on, you can do this! You just have to practice!” He straightened, lowered his shoulders and began to speak. “Everyday I love you less and less. I can't believe once you and me did sex.” His voice sounded oddly monotonous. “No! I’m rubbish at this. It has to be believable and full of emotion. Right.”
Draco’s mouth fell open. He could not believe what he was hearing. As far as he knew he was the only person Harry was doing sex with, so he had to be talking about them! Doing sex? Who called it that, anyway? He stopped. He’d started fights with Harry before when he didn’t think about things rationally so he stamped down on that thought. After the last row in which he had cursed Harry with an impotency hex only to have the entirely innocent situation explained to him; Harry had made him promise to think first and hex after. Draco huffed as he remembered that their make up sex had been delayed for 48 hours while the hex wore off, which at least had had the effect of making that lesson hard to forget.
Concentrating, he thought about how he loved Harry and Harry loved him. He decided that if he kept listening it would definitely all come clear. He focused on ignoring the neurotic inner voice which was shrieking that he should hex his boyfriend and run off.
“Okay.” Harry took a deep breath. He made a determined face in the mirror and said, evenly, “It makes me sick to think of you undressed. Since everyday I love you less and less.”
Draco pursed his lips. Harry was always telling him how beautiful he was. He desperately tried to think of a rational explanation for Harry saying that but he was beginning to find it harder. His wand hand twitched and he had to tense his muscles to stop him taking out his wand.
Harry made a frustrated sound. “I don’t know how to make it plausible,” he grumbled. “This is never going to work. I’m never going to be convincing!” He screwed up his eyes and stretched his arms up. Draco noticed the strip of soft skin exposed when his t-shirt rode up and then hated himself for being distracted by Harry’s attractiveness. Harry shuffled his feet so they were shoulder-width apart and straightened his posture. He continued talking to himself. “Confident, clear, convincing! I can do this! Every day I love you less and less. You're turning into something I detest. And everybody says that you’re a mess.” Harry’s voice was louder and more persuasive now. “Since everyday I love you less and less.”
Draco gasped. Harry did sound very convincing. And his friends did say nasty things about Draco. He’d tried to be rational, but this seemed indefensible! Part of him had been planning on silently disapparating and sulking somewhere in private, but he also wanted to hex Harry with an even more powerful impotency curse (not that he’d looked one up, or anything) and make a dramatic exit, leaving Harry to rue the day he ever decided to practise his break-up speech in their mirror, in their bedroom.
Harry spun round, and noticed Draco in the doorway. “You’re home early!” He looked a bit embarrassed and a red flush started on his cheeks, contrasting horribly with the orange Chudley Cannons t-shirt he was wearing.
Draco frowned. Wasn’t Harry bothered that he’d just been caught rehearsing the speech he’d dump him with? He spat out, “What were you doing? I mean, I know what it seemed like you were doing, but I wouldn’t want to jump to any irrational conclusions. Please, enlighten me!”
Harry stuck his hands in his pockets. “It’s a bit embarrassing, actually.”
Draco raised one eyebrow, and tried to look glacial but it was ruined by the hurt and anger in his voice. “Practising how to dump someone is more than a bit embarrassing, Potter. Why don’t you just say it to my face?” Draco extended his arms. “Here I am.”
Harry looked confused. “What? Who’s dumping anyone?”
He sneered. “Every day I love you less and less? Granted, it’s a bit more poetic than ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ but I know a brush off when I hear one.”
Realisation dawned on Harry’s face, but he beamed widely. Draco was surprised. Dumping him and smiling about it? That was a bit much. “No, Draco, I wasn’t talking about you!”
Draco was incandescent with rage. He took a deep breath and remembered his father telling him that suppressed rage was more intimidating than shouting. He spoke, very slowly and quietly, “Please, Potter, if you are not talking about me, then please tell me all about your other beloved.”
Harry frowned. “My other beloved? Draco, what are you on about?”
He exhaled slowly through his nose and brought his hand up to rub at his temples. “Really, Potter, it’s a simple question. If you were not planning on dumping me with that pathetic excuse for a line, then who were you practising breaking up with?”
“I’m not breaking up with anyone!” Potter had raised his voice. “You are such a berk sometimes! Are you going to let me explain, seeing as you don’t want to jump to irrational conclusions?”
Draco crossed his arms. “You have one minute, Potter.”
Harry moved towards him, but was stopped by the glare Draco directed at him. He stood still. “Well, umm, you know I have to give this speech at the Fifth Anniversary of the Defeat of Voldemort this weekend? And you know that I hate public speaking? I went to a vocal coach person and she suggested that I practise saying song lyrics and stuff in front of the mirror so I begin to feel less silly about the whole thing. Well Dean dropped by this morning with a CD by a Muggle band and that stupid song got stuck in my head so I decided to use that.” Harry started to slowly walk towards his boyfriend and held out his hand.
Draco looked at the hand suspiciously. “Really?”
Harry grinned. “Truly. I don’t want to dump you, Draco. In fact the reverse is true.”
Draco permitted himself a small smile and interlinked their fingers. His voice was little and needy. “You’re not dumping me? You don’t think doing sex with me is disgusting?”
Harry swallowed a laugh. “I love doing sex with you,” he said solemnly. “And I am very proud of you for not hexing me and running out the door when you first got the mad idea that I was practising for dumping you.” He laughed, “Knowing you, I wouldn’t be surprised if you were standing there planning to use an even stronger impotency hex you’ve probably secretly learnt!”
Draco coloured and tried to tug his hand away from Harry’s. Harry held on tighter and wrapped his other hand around his waist, pulling him flush against his chest. “I wouldn’t do that! You know me, Harry, listen to rational explanations first, hex later.”
Harry tried to suppress his laugh. “I think that’s one of your best qualities, sweetie. How about doing make up sex now?”
fin.