Title: Ice Dare
Rating: NC17
Genre: Smut
Length: 1668, oneshot
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Draco dares Harry to do something unexpected.
Warning: Rimming
Note: This is the longer story of my 100 word drabble
Dare.
If Draco had known attending Dumbledore’s Army would resort in a game of Truth or Dare he wouldn’t have gone. Actually, he didn’t even want to go, but Pansy tugged him there, saying that it was some group that just went public to all the students and taught spells used for battle. Draco was sorely disappointed to find Potter in charge of it.
When a few of the Slytherins Pansy had been able to round up (Draco, Blaise, Millicent, Gregory, Vincent, and two fifth year girls) showed there was an uproar. They soon found out that open to all students meant except for Slytherins. But that didn’t deter the small group of unwelcome students.
At long last, Potter spoke up saying that they had to allow the Slytherins because Dumbledore did say it was for all students. After that was accepted, the amount of people that stayed for the lesson decreased significantly.
Before the sure-to-be-terrible -- because it was taught by Potter -- lesson could start Weasley said they should get to know each other, otherwise the lesson wouldn’t go too great. Granger had smiled indulgently at him, and that settled it. Before Draco knew it he was seated between Pansy and the Weasley girl, getting ready to play Truth or Dare.
“Why are you here?” Weasley said venomously to Blaise, not giving him the choice of truth or dare. Granger nudged him. Potter, along with the rest of the Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs, looked in interest.
Blaise tapped a lone finger on his chin, sucking on the ice he had recently taken to bringing everywhere and chewing. “Fine. I’ll go with truth. I came because Pansy wanted me to.”
“Why did she wa--”
“Truth or dare, Potter?” Blaise cut in smoothly, saving a smug smile for Weasley. Draco grinned. Weasley’s sister huffed angrily beside him. Draco smirked at her and she gave him a dirty look.
Potter hesitated before saying in a question, “Truth?”
“Why are you the one in charge?”
Draco figured he could answer that one. Potter was Harry bleeding Potter. He could do anything he wanted. Plus he was Dumbledore’s favourite. It also didn’t hurt that his birds nest he called hair looked like he was just thoroughly shagged every now and then.
“Because Ron, Hermione, and I started this back in fifth year,” he said with superiority. “Parkinson, truth or dare?” Pansy chose truth, knowing what her question was going to be, and sure enough it was the same Weasley asked Blaise. Draco was interested in her answer too for during her recruiting she never said why.
“Because I wanted to know what you got up to during these. Draco, truth or dare?” She gave him a sweet smile.
Draco scowled, not wanting to be pulled into the childish muggle game. “Truth.”
“Don’t you think this is such a lousy game to play during this?” Pansy rolled her eyes, showing clearly her displeasure.
“Yes,” Draco drawled. “I was under the impression that this was to train for the war.” He surveyed everyone with a condescending look. “Not to play a childish game.” Bones tried to cut in but Draco held up a hand, silencing her. “But if you insist upon it do try to make it at least a little interesting. Potter! Truth or dare?”
“Erm,” Potter hesitated, looking to Weasley, who shrugged. “Dare.”
Draco waited until Potter looked him in the eye. With the knowledge that everyone was tense with anticipation about what he was going to make Potter do, he said, “I dare you to shove one of Blaise’s ice cubes up your arse and let it melt there.”
Chaos erupted. Draco winced slightly but otherwise ignored the angry protests of Potter’s closer friends, shocked gasps, and puzzled housemates. Already he was regretting saying it but Potter had been asking for it with his damn hair that was suddenly looking more like thoroughly shagged than a birds nest.
Plus, it did make things more interesting.
While Weasley ranted about Draco being sick and Granger chastised him, Draco didn’t let his eyes break their lock with Potter. Eventually, Harry nodded and held his hand out in Blaise’s direction. There was a hard, determined look in his eyes.
Blaise surveyed the room before handing the cup down the line. The ice clinked loudly against the glass as Potter pulled one out and set the cup down.
“Harry, you don’t have to do it,” Granger said. Weasley nodded vigorously. The Weasley girl was now giving Draco a full-blown glare complete with snarling.
“Naw, let him if he wants to. Go on with it, Harry,” Finnigan encouraged. Draco narrowed his eyes at the Irish boy.
“It is a dare. And we never said anything about chicken outs or limits to what you can dare, so I think you have to,” Boot said, earning glares from the people who didn’t want Potter to.
However, Potter seemed immune to the chatter around him. He passed the ice between his hands, still looking at Draco, as if waiting for him to take it back. Draco smirked. “Ice melts, Potter. You don’t have all day.”
Potter scowled and dropped a hand to his trousers. Slowly he unbuttoned it and dragged the zipper down, glancing into Draco’s shocked eyes and smiling impishly before easing the trousers off his hips.
Draco could only sit there, enraptured by the sight of Potter undressing himself. An elbow jammed into his side and he jumped, turning to Pansy. She gave him an odd look. That’s when Draco realized some people were shooting their gazes between Potter and him, as if waiting for Draco to give in and not make Potter do it. Fat chance, Draco thought with a mental smile.
When Potter reached his pants he hesitated, daring one last look at Draco, and that was when Draco realized that Potter too expected him to take the dare back. But Draco only rose an eyebrow and nodded for him to continue. A few people looked away.
The pants fell silently to pool at Potter’s knees as he kneeled, a deep flush spreading over his face. Draco watched his hand tremble softly as he brought it behind him, pushing up. Draco wished Potter would turn around so he could see.
A moan escaped Potter’s pink lips, and Draco watched in fascination as Potter’s cock hardened. Some people scrambled for the door, Weasley amongst them. Granger stood and walked to the wall, muttering under her breath and shaking her head.
Finally, Potter pulled his hand away from his arse and shifted so that he was sitting gingerly on his heel. Draco yanked out of Pansy’s grip and crawled across the circle, saying, “Someone has to make sure it’s actually up there and not in your shirt."
The one Ravenclaw started to protest that yes, it was up there, but Draco moved behind the shocked Potter and strategically placed one hand on his back, shoving him forward. Potter’s arse rose to the air when his head fell to the floor, exactly as Draco had intended.
It was obvious enough that the ice cube had been shoved up his arse for his hole was rather pink and wet. Someone spoke but Draco was beyond caring if they were talking to him. He was beyond caring that there were other people in the room. Potter was right in front of him, arse a mere foot away.
Draco leaned forward, letting his breath ghost over Potter’s wet hole. A gasp fell from Potter’s mouth and he shifted slightly, making minute movements back and forth. It took Draco a few seconds to realize Potter was rubbing his fully erected cock against his leg.
Then he closed the few inches distance between Potter’s arsehole and his mouth. Draco licked the water dribbling out of Potter before wrapping his lips around the pucker and sucking. Potter mewled.
“Bloody fuck!” a voice rang out, reminding Draco that there were people around, that he was rimming Potter before how many people. He didn’t look around but he heard people shuffling about and the door slamming shut a few times. It didn’t matter, because Draco had just discovered that if he reached his tongue far enough up Potter’s arse he could lick the rapidly shrinking ice cube.
Draco pressed his face against the arse before him and his tongue against the ice. Potter moaned and pushed back, his fingers fumbling to stroke his cock.
“More,” Potter managed, pressing back on Draco face. Draco complied and started jabbing his tongue in and out in a fast pace. Potter was quivering beneath him. Draco eased his hand beneath his straining pants and stroked himself while jabbing and sucking on Potter’s arse.
Potter stilled suddenly, arse tightening around Draco’s lips, as he spurted over the floor. Draco shoved his tongue in the tight hole a few times before coming. He rested his forehead against Potter’s left arsecheek, breathing heavily.
Eventually, after both had caught their breath, Potter pulled away and sat, staring. Draco slid his hand out of his pants and straightened his trousers, highly aware of his every movement being tracked by Potter. He looked around the room, not wanting to face the crowd but more so not wanting to face Potter. To his surprise, they were the only people in the room.
“Next time,” Potter started, hesitating at Draco’s raised eyebrow, “You’re the one that gets something up your arse.”
“And who says there will be a next time?”
Potter dropped his gaze and pulled his pants up. Draco waited as he fumbled to put his trousers on before saying, “It depends what I have to stick up there. Unlike you, I don’t let everything in.”
Potter gave him a smug look and moved forward, stopping directly his front of him. Draco could feel Potter’s breath and see every eyelash. “Can I get up there?” Potter asked.
Draco hesitated, unsure what he was doing but knowing he wanted to. He half-smiled and whispered, “Maybe.”