Fic - Of Gifts and Hufflepuffery - Parts 1 & 2
Title: Of Gifts and Hufflepuffery, Part 1
Author: byaghro
Word Count: 473
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG
Warnings: Kissing
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written for the New Year's Eve Kissing Meme. Not beta'ed, sorry.
Summary: Harry's gift giving skills could use some work.
"It is a bundle of twigs."
"It's called a cinnamon broom. You hang them in the kitchen. Or something," Harry replied nervously.
"Alright, a fragrant bunch of twigs," there was a pause, "adorned with Gryffindor red ribbons."
Harry let out an explosive sigh. "It's all they had, okay? I tried spelling them green but they just turned this sickly shade of orange instead. I figured red was the better alternative."
Draco sniffed. "Well, you were right about that, at least. I wouldn't be caught dead with Chudley Cannons colours in my home." He peered at Harry closely. "Now, why did you feel it necessary to give me a bundle of twigs?"
"Because I have to leave in," Harry checked his pocket watch, rubbing the dent in the back fondly. He still remembered the day Mrs. Weasley gave it to him. "Because I have to leave in less than two hours. I'm not completely packed. I've lost the list of Very Vital Things To Do that Hermione gave me, which means she'll be yelling at me at some point. And I wanted to give you something to remember me by."
Draco continued to stare at him. "So you went with twigs?"
Harry threw his arms in the air. "Oh for the love of Merlin!? I thought it would be sweet. I thought you would smell the cinnamon and think of me. I thought... hell, I don't know what I thought." He scrubbed his face with both hands.
Draco grinned broadly. "You are so easy to rile up when you're stressed."
Harry glared at him. "You were just doing that to mess with me?"
"Of course I was. I think your little Hufflepuff moments are adorable. Bippy?" A house elf appeared beside them. "Please hang this in my bedroom." The elf took the broom, bowed, and disappeared.
Harry was still scowling.
"What?"
"My Hufflepuff moments?"
"Yes, Potter, your Hufflepuff moments. You can't seem to leave town for more than two days without purchasing me some little trinket or another. Remember that time you bought me those duck figurines..."
The rest of Draco's sentence was cut off by Harry's mouth. Within moments Harry had him backed against a wall and was sucking on Draco's tongue as if there were no tomorrow. Draco groaned and wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, hanging on for dear life. At this sign of capitulation, Harry gentled his kiss, licking swirling patterns across the roof of Draco's mouth that made them both shiver. He pulled back slowly, taking time to nibble every part of Draco's lower lip first.
"What is it you always say," Harry asked gruffly, "I look forward to fucking you again when I return?"
Draco smiled. "I love you, too, Harry."
Harry's eyes widened for a split second before he dragged Draco back in for another heated snog.
~~
Title: Of Gifts and Hufflepuffery, Part 2
Author: byaghro
Word Count: 424
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Wall!Sex
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: NOT posted to the New Year's Eve Kissing Meme, since this goes a bit beyond kissing. Still not beta'ed, sorry.
Summary: His shagging skills are just fine.
Harry grabbed the back of Draco's thigh and lifted it up until Draco's leg was hooked around his.
"Do you know," Harry growled between biting kisses, "what it does to me when you say that?" He thrust his hips forward, causing Draco to gasp loudly.
"I might--" Draco shuddered as Harry's teeth clamped down on his neck, "I might have an inkling," he finished breathlessly.
"No, I really don't think you do. Let me show you, Draco."
Draco didn't hear any incantation but suddenly his arse was bare and Harry's slick fingers were circling his hole.
"Oh God," Draco moaned, letting his head drop to Harry's shoulder.
He shuddered at the first finger, arched into the second, and began chanting Harry's name on the third. The clink of a belt buckle reached his ears and Draco realized Harry was going to fuck him right here against the wall. Draco's breath stuttered in his throat as he gripped Harry's biceps through his shirt. He whimpered when Harry withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the damp head of his cock.
"This is what you do to me, Draco," he whispered, and then drove home with one powerful thrust.
Harry's pace was fast and relentless, shoving Draco farther and farther up the wall until he was balanced on the toes of one foot, the other still wrapped firmly around Harry. Harry shifted his stance and then grabbed Draco's other leg, lifting it until both were wound around Harry's waist, Harry's strong arms the only thing holding him aloft.
The new angle allowed Harry to hit Draco's prostate with every thrust. Draco threw back his head and keened.
"Touch yourself," Harry grunted, sweat already beading on his brow. "Come for me, Draco."
Draco almost came from Harry's words alone but managed to wedge a hand between them and give his aching prick a few swift tugs before his back arched impossibly and he shouted his release to the ceiling.
Harry came a few minutes later, pulling Draco down on his cock and grinding in such a delicious way Draco almost wished he hadn't come so soon.
They finally stilled, their breathing loud in the quiet room.
"I'll miss you," Harry murmured, nuzzling the hair behind Draco's ear.
"I'll miss you, too," Draco replied softly, running his hands down Harry's back.
"See you on Tuesday?"
"I'll be here," Draco said with a grin. "Just me and my twigs, longing for your return."
Harry gave his arse a firm smack before lowering Draco's legs to the ground. "Prat."
Author: byaghro
Word Count: 473
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG
Warnings: Kissing
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written for the New Year's Eve Kissing Meme. Not beta'ed, sorry.
Summary: Harry's gift giving skills could use some work.
"It is a bundle of twigs."
"It's called a cinnamon broom. You hang them in the kitchen. Or something," Harry replied nervously.
"Alright, a fragrant bunch of twigs," there was a pause, "adorned with Gryffindor red ribbons."
Harry let out an explosive sigh. "It's all they had, okay? I tried spelling them green but they just turned this sickly shade of orange instead. I figured red was the better alternative."
Draco sniffed. "Well, you were right about that, at least. I wouldn't be caught dead with Chudley Cannons colours in my home." He peered at Harry closely. "Now, why did you feel it necessary to give me a bundle of twigs?"
"Because I have to leave in," Harry checked his pocket watch, rubbing the dent in the back fondly. He still remembered the day Mrs. Weasley gave it to him. "Because I have to leave in less than two hours. I'm not completely packed. I've lost the list of Very Vital Things To Do that Hermione gave me, which means she'll be yelling at me at some point. And I wanted to give you something to remember me by."
Draco continued to stare at him. "So you went with twigs?"
Harry threw his arms in the air. "Oh for the love of Merlin!? I thought it would be sweet. I thought you would smell the cinnamon and think of me. I thought... hell, I don't know what I thought." He scrubbed his face with both hands.
Draco grinned broadly. "You are so easy to rile up when you're stressed."
Harry glared at him. "You were just doing that to mess with me?"
"Of course I was. I think your little Hufflepuff moments are adorable. Bippy?" A house elf appeared beside them. "Please hang this in my bedroom." The elf took the broom, bowed, and disappeared.
Harry was still scowling.
"What?"
"My Hufflepuff moments?"
"Yes, Potter, your Hufflepuff moments. You can't seem to leave town for more than two days without purchasing me some little trinket or another. Remember that time you bought me those duck figurines..."
The rest of Draco's sentence was cut off by Harry's mouth. Within moments Harry had him backed against a wall and was sucking on Draco's tongue as if there were no tomorrow. Draco groaned and wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, hanging on for dear life. At this sign of capitulation, Harry gentled his kiss, licking swirling patterns across the roof of Draco's mouth that made them both shiver. He pulled back slowly, taking time to nibble every part of Draco's lower lip first.
"What is it you always say," Harry asked gruffly, "I look forward to fucking you again when I return?"
Draco smiled. "I love you, too, Harry."
Harry's eyes widened for a split second before he dragged Draco back in for another heated snog.
~~
Title: Of Gifts and Hufflepuffery, Part 2
Author: byaghro
Word Count: 424
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Wall!Sex
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: NOT posted to the New Year's Eve Kissing Meme, since this goes a bit beyond kissing. Still not beta'ed, sorry.
Summary: His shagging skills are just fine.
Harry grabbed the back of Draco's thigh and lifted it up until Draco's leg was hooked around his.
"Do you know," Harry growled between biting kisses, "what it does to me when you say that?" He thrust his hips forward, causing Draco to gasp loudly.
"I might--" Draco shuddered as Harry's teeth clamped down on his neck, "I might have an inkling," he finished breathlessly.
"No, I really don't think you do. Let me show you, Draco."
Draco didn't hear any incantation but suddenly his arse was bare and Harry's slick fingers were circling his hole.
"Oh God," Draco moaned, letting his head drop to Harry's shoulder.
He shuddered at the first finger, arched into the second, and began chanting Harry's name on the third. The clink of a belt buckle reached his ears and Draco realized Harry was going to fuck him right here against the wall. Draco's breath stuttered in his throat as he gripped Harry's biceps through his shirt. He whimpered when Harry withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the damp head of his cock.
"This is what you do to me, Draco," he whispered, and then drove home with one powerful thrust.
Harry's pace was fast and relentless, shoving Draco farther and farther up the wall until he was balanced on the toes of one foot, the other still wrapped firmly around Harry. Harry shifted his stance and then grabbed Draco's other leg, lifting it until both were wound around Harry's waist, Harry's strong arms the only thing holding him aloft.
The new angle allowed Harry to hit Draco's prostate with every thrust. Draco threw back his head and keened.
"Touch yourself," Harry grunted, sweat already beading on his brow. "Come for me, Draco."
Draco almost came from Harry's words alone but managed to wedge a hand between them and give his aching prick a few swift tugs before his back arched impossibly and he shouted his release to the ceiling.
Harry came a few minutes later, pulling Draco down on his cock and grinding in such a delicious way Draco almost wished he hadn't come so soon.
They finally stilled, their breathing loud in the quiet room.
"I'll miss you," Harry murmured, nuzzling the hair behind Draco's ear.
"I'll miss you, too," Draco replied softly, running his hands down Harry's back.
"See you on Tuesday?"
"I'll be here," Draco said with a grin. "Just me and my twigs, longing for your return."
Harry gave his arse a firm smack before lowering Draco's legs to the ground. "Prat."