The Competition (Harry/Draco)
Title: The Competition
Author: digthewriter
Word Count: 500
Rating: R/NC-17
Written for: hp_humpdrabbles Prompt: Viktor Krum
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, this drabble is written for fun and no profit is being made.
Summary: Jealous Harry is jealous. - Continuation of Part 1: Drinking in Secret, Part 2: Young and Beautiful, Part 3: A Wicked Thing To Say
Author’s Notes: All my thanks to marianna_merlo for the beta!
"I'm going to be travelling for work all over Eastern Europe," Malfoy told Harry over breakfast at the Manor. Malfoy's parents were living in France indefinitely, and Harry had begun spending a lot of his time at Malfoy's.
He knew he shouldn’t be spending so much time over there, especially since they hadn’t exactly defined their relationship still. Which was mostly Harry’s own fault, he thought as he stared sullenly at his eggs.
“I’ll be gone for the rest of the month.”
"Oh?" Harry said, his head snapping up. Not being able see Malfoy for a while was more troubling that he'd expected.
"Why don't you come with me?" Malfoy asked. He pulled on Harry's hand, and when Harry didn't move, Malfoy came over and sat in his lap. "It'll be fun. We can even do some dragon flying."
Malfoy began to rock back and forth on Harry's lap, and Harry's body reacted instinctively to his movements.
"You know I hate it when you try to convince me to do something... like this," Harry said as he thrust up into Malfoy, his thumbs working on lowering Malfoy's trousers.
Malfoy bit his lower lip and began grinding harder. "It's the only way you love me," he teased. "Say you'll come." Malfoy grabbed the back of Harry's neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
"I can't-"
"Why not?"
"Mal-"
Malfoy got off Harry's lap and returned to his side of the table. "Fine," he said firmly and returned his attention to his breakfast.
--
A few days later when Harry picked up the Prophet, he saw a news story on Malfoy and his associates attending several Quidditch games. In one of the pictures, Viktor Krum had his arms wrapped around Malfoy, and the caption stated: Malfoy and Associates fund the Bulgarian Quidditch League - many suspect a different kind of 'collaboration' between Malfoy and Krum."
Harry immediately threw the paper into the fire and decided to pack. He was going to spend the month with Malfoy, after all.
Harry arrived at the International Quidditch League Headquarters in Sofia, Bulgaria and headed to the main conference room. He all but barged into the meeting that Malfoy and Associates were having. He spotted Malfoy and Krum sitting next to each other, and scowled.
Malfoy immediately stood up from his chair. "Please continue, I'll return shortly," he said to the man standing at the head of the oval-shaped table, and left the conference room, grabbing Harry's arm.
"What are you doing here?"
"I just-"
Malfoy kissed Harry, pulling him into his arms; and Harry kissed him back, for the first time not caring who was around and who would be looking at them.
"Let's go to my hotel room," Malfoy said, and immediately Disapparated them.
"What about your meeting?" Harry asked.
"Do you really care about my meeting right now, Potter?” Draco leaned in and whispered in Harry’s ear. “Or do you care about fucking me in the shower?"
Malfoy had a point.
READ THE NEXT PART: EARNING DRACO
Author: digthewriter
Word Count: 500
Rating: R/NC-17
Written for: hp_humpdrabbles Prompt: Viktor Krum
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, this drabble is written for fun and no profit is being made.
Summary: Jealous Harry is jealous. - Continuation of Part 1: Drinking in Secret, Part 2: Young and Beautiful, Part 3: A Wicked Thing To Say
Author’s Notes: All my thanks to marianna_merlo for the beta!
"I'm going to be travelling for work all over Eastern Europe," Malfoy told Harry over breakfast at the Manor. Malfoy's parents were living in France indefinitely, and Harry had begun spending a lot of his time at Malfoy's.
He knew he shouldn’t be spending so much time over there, especially since they hadn’t exactly defined their relationship still. Which was mostly Harry’s own fault, he thought as he stared sullenly at his eggs.
“I’ll be gone for the rest of the month.”
"Oh?" Harry said, his head snapping up. Not being able see Malfoy for a while was more troubling that he'd expected.
"Why don't you come with me?" Malfoy asked. He pulled on Harry's hand, and when Harry didn't move, Malfoy came over and sat in his lap. "It'll be fun. We can even do some dragon flying."
Malfoy began to rock back and forth on Harry's lap, and Harry's body reacted instinctively to his movements.
"You know I hate it when you try to convince me to do something... like this," Harry said as he thrust up into Malfoy, his thumbs working on lowering Malfoy's trousers.
Malfoy bit his lower lip and began grinding harder. "It's the only way you love me," he teased. "Say you'll come." Malfoy grabbed the back of Harry's neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
"I can't-"
"Why not?"
"Mal-"
Malfoy got off Harry's lap and returned to his side of the table. "Fine," he said firmly and returned his attention to his breakfast.
--
A few days later when Harry picked up the Prophet, he saw a news story on Malfoy and his associates attending several Quidditch games. In one of the pictures, Viktor Krum had his arms wrapped around Malfoy, and the caption stated: Malfoy and Associates fund the Bulgarian Quidditch League - many suspect a different kind of 'collaboration' between Malfoy and Krum."
Harry immediately threw the paper into the fire and decided to pack. He was going to spend the month with Malfoy, after all.
Harry arrived at the International Quidditch League Headquarters in Sofia, Bulgaria and headed to the main conference room. He all but barged into the meeting that Malfoy and Associates were having. He spotted Malfoy and Krum sitting next to each other, and scowled.
Malfoy immediately stood up from his chair. "Please continue, I'll return shortly," he said to the man standing at the head of the oval-shaped table, and left the conference room, grabbing Harry's arm.
"What are you doing here?"
"I just-"
Malfoy kissed Harry, pulling him into his arms; and Harry kissed him back, for the first time not caring who was around and who would be looking at them.
"Let's go to my hotel room," Malfoy said, and immediately Disapparated them.
"What about your meeting?" Harry asked.
"Do you really care about my meeting right now, Potter?” Draco leaned in and whispered in Harry’s ear. “Or do you care about fucking me in the shower?"
Malfoy had a point.
READ THE NEXT PART: EARNING DRACO