Scent
Title: Scent
Rating: PG
Length: 318, drabble
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry can't help it. Draco smells so good.
Note: Written for enchanted_jae's JMDC. Fits with hpfanfic10x10 'smell'
Harry leaned over Draco and whispered into his ear, "You smell like sex." Then he proceeded to sniff.
Draco couldn't believe it. They were in the middle of Potions class for Merlin's sake! Potter just couldn't lean over and whisper something so completely random and insane as -- Draco flushed. He was angry -- "How dare you!" -- but highly intrigued.
His face was heating up; Harry could feel it. "I didn't mean -- You just smell good, is all. I mean, not good, like sex. Yes. I didn't mean anything by it. Not that..." He dwindled off because Draco was glaring now, and quite a few people were watching them.
For the rest of the class, Draco shifted closer to Harry between glowering. Harry inched his way to the end of the table, but his nose betrayed him by moving towards Draco.
The end of class signaled. The students raced out as soon as possible, and Snape went after one of them for...something. Draco was having a hard time remembering because Harry's nose was pressed into his neck, breath ghosting over Draco's suddenly heightened skin.
"How do you know what sex smells like?" Draco asked, holding back a moan when Harry's tongue grazed his neck.
Draco didn't taste like sex, Harry mused. He tasted salty and sweet. Harry sucked blissfully, his mind blank. "I don't." So maybe Draco didn't smell like sex, but that's what it made Harry think of.
"I thought you didn't mean anything," Draco protested, arching his neck to give Harry more access and curling his fingers around Harry's shoulders.
"I don't." But now he was nibbling at Draco's neck, providing significant evidence to the contrary.
Draco pulled back and searched Harry's face. He looked heady and drunk on Draco's smell alone. Giving in, Draco smirked and said, "Then let's go see if you like the smell when I actually do smell like sex."
Sequel
Rating: PG
Length: 318, drabble
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry can't help it. Draco smells so good.
Note: Written for enchanted_jae's JMDC. Fits with hpfanfic10x10 'smell'
Harry leaned over Draco and whispered into his ear, "You smell like sex." Then he proceeded to sniff.
Draco couldn't believe it. They were in the middle of Potions class for Merlin's sake! Potter just couldn't lean over and whisper something so completely random and insane as -- Draco flushed. He was angry -- "How dare you!" -- but highly intrigued.
His face was heating up; Harry could feel it. "I didn't mean -- You just smell good, is all. I mean, not good, like sex. Yes. I didn't mean anything by it. Not that..." He dwindled off because Draco was glaring now, and quite a few people were watching them.
For the rest of the class, Draco shifted closer to Harry between glowering. Harry inched his way to the end of the table, but his nose betrayed him by moving towards Draco.
The end of class signaled. The students raced out as soon as possible, and Snape went after one of them for...something. Draco was having a hard time remembering because Harry's nose was pressed into his neck, breath ghosting over Draco's suddenly heightened skin.
"How do you know what sex smells like?" Draco asked, holding back a moan when Harry's tongue grazed his neck.
Draco didn't taste like sex, Harry mused. He tasted salty and sweet. Harry sucked blissfully, his mind blank. "I don't." So maybe Draco didn't smell like sex, but that's what it made Harry think of.
"I thought you didn't mean anything," Draco protested, arching his neck to give Harry more access and curling his fingers around Harry's shoulders.
"I don't." But now he was nibbling at Draco's neck, providing significant evidence to the contrary.
Draco pulled back and searched Harry's face. He looked heady and drunk on Draco's smell alone. Giving in, Draco smirked and said, "Then let's go see if you like the smell when I actually do smell like sex."
Sequel