Drink arc
Title: Thirst (1/16)
Rating: PG
Genre: General/Romance, humor?
Length: 1329
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Draco is thirsty. Harry has a drink.
Note: All parts found here. Written for AWDT prompt 'Boys don't kiss boys' and hpfanfic10x10 'Desert.'
The inside of his mouth was like a desert. It was dry and dry and drier. There was nothing in it but a lolling shriveled tongue. So it wasn't actually shriveled, but it sure felt that way to Draco. A Malfoy should not have to suffer a desert mouth. He knew that soon his teeth would crumble into fine dust that would greatly resemble sand.
There was nothing he could do, though, short of leaning over and drinking out of a disgusting rainwater puddle along the side of the road. Why was it when you really needed something to drink there were no water fountains around?
Across the road was a muggle shop. Peering through the windows, Draco spotted a soda fountain. He desperately needed money. He didn't have any muggle money or wizard with him, not that gallons, sickles, or knuts would come in handy in a muggle neighborhood.
He didn't even have a wand. No, his father had taken that away from him too. All because one of the house elves found his male porn magazine and showed it to Lucius. This was the reason Draco never came out to them. Besides the fact that he’s expected to marry a nice pureblood girl and have heirs.
A little bell tinkled when Draco pushed open the shop door and entered. It was nice and cool in it. Draco sighed, welcoming the difference from the sweltering heat outside. He still couldn't believe his father had dropped him off in some muggle town he didn't even know without money or a wand in hopes that it would somehow 'knock the queer out of him.' Draco supposed Lucius just couldn't stand to look at him anymore. That hurt. It hurt because Draco had always wanted to make Lucius proud. That was the main reason he never told about being gay and why he had fought it for two years before accepting it.
The small, cramped shelves Draco wondered idly through were filled with colorful packages of cheep little toys such as coloring books, bouncing balls, and crayons. There was suntan lotion, feminine products, food, and at the end of an aisle, drinks. Draco opened his parched mouth. If there was any drool in him he probably would have drooled. Perhaps it was a good thing there wasn't. Malfoys didn't drool.
Creeping closer to the drinks Draco made sure to be quiet and stealthy. He wasn't a Slytherin for nothing. But then the little bell tinkled again, drawing the shop owner's attention to his surroundings. He gave Draco a suspicious look before turning to whoever had entered the shop and talking loudly with them about their quality of milk.
Draco grumbled, resigning himself to a desert mouth until someone came and retrieved him. He was sure they wouldn't make him stay out overnight. Narcissa wouldn't allow that. Since it was getting dark out -- he had been out almost all day -- they were sure to get him any time now.
Making sure the shop owner was still talking to the people -- a fat man, a lady with a long neck, and what Draco guessed was supposed to be their son though he looked more like a ball of fat -- Draco opened the freezer door and grabbed a glass bottle, a triumphant grin on his face.
"Are you stealing?" a voice spoke from behind him. Draco jumped and dropped the bottle. With a loud crash it hit the floor. Draco gazed longingly at it. All that delicious liquid gone to waste on the floor.
"No, but now you broke it," Draco said, turning to face the person. To his surprise he found Harry Potter standing behind him.
Potter smiled widely. "I just caught you trying to steal, didn't I?" He leaned against the shelves and crossed his arms. Draco thought he looked too comfortable.
"No," Draco sneered. "What are you doing here, anyway?" It was just perfect that Potter had to show up the one time Draco wasn't his best, with a dry mouth, lips that cracked when he moved them, and no money. He didn't feel he had much room to make any cracks about Potter's baggy clothes.
"I'm with my relatives," he said, pointing to the family still talking to the shop owner about milk. "And you?" He brought a paper cup that had McDonalds written on it to his face and took a sip. Draco nearly stumbled forward and grabbed it out of Potter's hand. But Draco still had dignity. He held himself back.
"Those are your relatives?" Draco asked, taking a few steps towards Potter and his drink, and not knowing what he was saying. Potter nodded and took another sip. Draco watched, transfixed, as Potter's pink lips wrapped around the straw and sucked. Draco's eyes widened. Since when had watching someone drink become arousing? Brushing it off as going delirious from thirst, Draco reached out to take it.
Potter pulled it behind him. "Erm, what are you doing?" He was eyeing Draco warily, his lounging against the shelf looking much less comfortable. He even twitched. That when Draco realized he had somehow ended up directly in front of Potter.
Draco tried snatching the cup from behind Potter, but it was pulled away and Draco ended up grabbing Potter's arse.
Potter let out a little squeak and took a large sip of his drink, eyes wide. Draco let go of his arse and tried for the drink again, but Potter moved it quickly, letting a small drop of liquid fall onto his bottom lip. Unable to restrain himself and not entirely sure he wanted to, Draco surged forward, taking Potter's bottom lip between his mouth and sucking. Once Potter loosened his stock-still posture and moaned softly, Draco pushed his tongue into the willing mouth before him. He reached his dry tongue over every spot, gathering the wetness as if dying.
One of them gurgled something, Draco wasn’t sure who, and then Draco shoved Potter against the shelf, rutting against his leg, and tangling one hand in wild black hair. A hardness was pressing into his thigh and it, fuck, felt so good. There was no doubt about it now. Draco was positive he was gay.
Someone gasped, drawing Draco's attention away from anything that wasn't related to Potter's wet mouth. The fat man was standing at the freezer doors with a carton of milk in his slack hand. He was staring in horror at the two of them. Draco looked at Potter, gauging his reaction. His eyes were closed and there was a pained look on his face. But he was breathing heavily and Draco felt pride at that. Quickly he slipped the drink out of Potter's hand and hid it behind his back. Potter didn't seem to notice.
"What are you -- boy!" There was a large purple vein on the man's temple that looked like it was ready to burst. Draco looked in disgust at it. If he had such an ugly vein he would have had to do something about it. "Boys don't kiss boys! You're -- you -- prepare to be reunited with the cupboard for this."
With a scorching look in Draco's direction the man grabbed Potter's collar and pulled him away. Potter struggled out of his grip and turned to Draco. He opened his mouth a few times but nothing came out. The man -- Potter's relative, Draco was surprised to realize -- shoved the milk in his hands and grabbed his arm roughly.
"You have a dry mouth," Potter said before being pulled away. Draco brought out the drink and inclined it towards Potter, who narrowed his eyes. But then he was around the corner and Draco couldn't see him anymore.
Draco sipped Potter's drink smugly. Maybe being kicked out for the day wasn't such a bad thing. He had just kissed his first boy. Now he just had to wait and see what would happen when they got to Hogwarts.
Part Two
Rating: PG
Genre: General/Romance, humor?
Length: 1329
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Draco is thirsty. Harry has a drink.
Note: All parts found here. Written for AWDT prompt 'Boys don't kiss boys' and hpfanfic10x10 'Desert.'
The inside of his mouth was like a desert. It was dry and dry and drier. There was nothing in it but a lolling shriveled tongue. So it wasn't actually shriveled, but it sure felt that way to Draco. A Malfoy should not have to suffer a desert mouth. He knew that soon his teeth would crumble into fine dust that would greatly resemble sand.
There was nothing he could do, though, short of leaning over and drinking out of a disgusting rainwater puddle along the side of the road. Why was it when you really needed something to drink there were no water fountains around?
Across the road was a muggle shop. Peering through the windows, Draco spotted a soda fountain. He desperately needed money. He didn't have any muggle money or wizard with him, not that gallons, sickles, or knuts would come in handy in a muggle neighborhood.
He didn't even have a wand. No, his father had taken that away from him too. All because one of the house elves found his male porn magazine and showed it to Lucius. This was the reason Draco never came out to them. Besides the fact that he’s expected to marry a nice pureblood girl and have heirs.
A little bell tinkled when Draco pushed open the shop door and entered. It was nice and cool in it. Draco sighed, welcoming the difference from the sweltering heat outside. He still couldn't believe his father had dropped him off in some muggle town he didn't even know without money or a wand in hopes that it would somehow 'knock the queer out of him.' Draco supposed Lucius just couldn't stand to look at him anymore. That hurt. It hurt because Draco had always wanted to make Lucius proud. That was the main reason he never told about being gay and why he had fought it for two years before accepting it.
The small, cramped shelves Draco wondered idly through were filled with colorful packages of cheep little toys such as coloring books, bouncing balls, and crayons. There was suntan lotion, feminine products, food, and at the end of an aisle, drinks. Draco opened his parched mouth. If there was any drool in him he probably would have drooled. Perhaps it was a good thing there wasn't. Malfoys didn't drool.
Creeping closer to the drinks Draco made sure to be quiet and stealthy. He wasn't a Slytherin for nothing. But then the little bell tinkled again, drawing the shop owner's attention to his surroundings. He gave Draco a suspicious look before turning to whoever had entered the shop and talking loudly with them about their quality of milk.
Draco grumbled, resigning himself to a desert mouth until someone came and retrieved him. He was sure they wouldn't make him stay out overnight. Narcissa wouldn't allow that. Since it was getting dark out -- he had been out almost all day -- they were sure to get him any time now.
Making sure the shop owner was still talking to the people -- a fat man, a lady with a long neck, and what Draco guessed was supposed to be their son though he looked more like a ball of fat -- Draco opened the freezer door and grabbed a glass bottle, a triumphant grin on his face.
"Are you stealing?" a voice spoke from behind him. Draco jumped and dropped the bottle. With a loud crash it hit the floor. Draco gazed longingly at it. All that delicious liquid gone to waste on the floor.
"No, but now you broke it," Draco said, turning to face the person. To his surprise he found Harry Potter standing behind him.
Potter smiled widely. "I just caught you trying to steal, didn't I?" He leaned against the shelves and crossed his arms. Draco thought he looked too comfortable.
"No," Draco sneered. "What are you doing here, anyway?" It was just perfect that Potter had to show up the one time Draco wasn't his best, with a dry mouth, lips that cracked when he moved them, and no money. He didn't feel he had much room to make any cracks about Potter's baggy clothes.
"I'm with my relatives," he said, pointing to the family still talking to the shop owner about milk. "And you?" He brought a paper cup that had McDonalds written on it to his face and took a sip. Draco nearly stumbled forward and grabbed it out of Potter's hand. But Draco still had dignity. He held himself back.
"Those are your relatives?" Draco asked, taking a few steps towards Potter and his drink, and not knowing what he was saying. Potter nodded and took another sip. Draco watched, transfixed, as Potter's pink lips wrapped around the straw and sucked. Draco's eyes widened. Since when had watching someone drink become arousing? Brushing it off as going delirious from thirst, Draco reached out to take it.
Potter pulled it behind him. "Erm, what are you doing?" He was eyeing Draco warily, his lounging against the shelf looking much less comfortable. He even twitched. That when Draco realized he had somehow ended up directly in front of Potter.
Draco tried snatching the cup from behind Potter, but it was pulled away and Draco ended up grabbing Potter's arse.
Potter let out a little squeak and took a large sip of his drink, eyes wide. Draco let go of his arse and tried for the drink again, but Potter moved it quickly, letting a small drop of liquid fall onto his bottom lip. Unable to restrain himself and not entirely sure he wanted to, Draco surged forward, taking Potter's bottom lip between his mouth and sucking. Once Potter loosened his stock-still posture and moaned softly, Draco pushed his tongue into the willing mouth before him. He reached his dry tongue over every spot, gathering the wetness as if dying.
One of them gurgled something, Draco wasn’t sure who, and then Draco shoved Potter against the shelf, rutting against his leg, and tangling one hand in wild black hair. A hardness was pressing into his thigh and it, fuck, felt so good. There was no doubt about it now. Draco was positive he was gay.
Someone gasped, drawing Draco's attention away from anything that wasn't related to Potter's wet mouth. The fat man was standing at the freezer doors with a carton of milk in his slack hand. He was staring in horror at the two of them. Draco looked at Potter, gauging his reaction. His eyes were closed and there was a pained look on his face. But he was breathing heavily and Draco felt pride at that. Quickly he slipped the drink out of Potter's hand and hid it behind his back. Potter didn't seem to notice.
"What are you -- boy!" There was a large purple vein on the man's temple that looked like it was ready to burst. Draco looked in disgust at it. If he had such an ugly vein he would have had to do something about it. "Boys don't kiss boys! You're -- you -- prepare to be reunited with the cupboard for this."
With a scorching look in Draco's direction the man grabbed Potter's collar and pulled him away. Potter struggled out of his grip and turned to Draco. He opened his mouth a few times but nothing came out. The man -- Potter's relative, Draco was surprised to realize -- shoved the milk in his hands and grabbed his arm roughly.
"You have a dry mouth," Potter said before being pulled away. Draco brought out the drink and inclined it towards Potter, who narrowed his eyes. But then he was around the corner and Draco couldn't see him anymore.
Draco sipped Potter's drink smugly. Maybe being kicked out for the day wasn't such a bad thing. He had just kissed his first boy. Now he just had to wait and see what would happen when they got to Hogwarts.
Part Two