An Unexpected Encounter, Part VIII
Title: An Unexpected Encounter, Part VIII
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: 730
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Created for: HOGWARTS365 PROMPT 159.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: 1. Unbetaed. 2. The characters in this story are ridiculous. They are fickle, unsure of what they want and rather contradictory. So just go with it. 3. The story has a TAG HERE. Or Read all the parts on AO3 HERE
PART ONE, PART TWO, PART THREE, PART FOUR, PART FIVE, PART SIX, PART SEVEN
Potter led them to his bedroom and as Draco fumbled out of his clothes, he realised he didn't have anything to wear. If he were home, he could've easily slept naked but he wasn't home. He was at Potter's. Sleeping in Potter's bed; because his drunken mind thought that was a good idea.
"Here, I have..." Potter handed Draco a black silk shirt and a pair of trousers before he left the room.
Draco dressed awkwardly, worried Potter was going to stumble back into the room and Draco wouldn't be properly dressed. He was wrong, though, because Potter was gone for a very long time. However, it wasn't like Draco had any concept of time at the moment, he was far too tipsy to notice how quickly or slowly it was passing.
When he was fully clothed and his robes were neatly folded on the chair in Potter's room, Draco sat at the edge of the bed. He waited for Potter to return and was afraid he'd fall asleep before--before what, Draco?
He really hated these conversations in his head when he wasn't sober. He hated feeling so insecure.
Potter eventually returned. He was wearing a similar black shirt he'd given Draco and was holding two glasses of water. "Sorry about that...took longer than I expected."
"What did?" Draco asked taking the water and nearly finishing it in one gulp. "Thank you for the water."
"Certainly. I had to make a Floo-call. I was supposed to check-in with Neville earlier tonight but...was running late for our date and didn't know...anyway, I'd told him I'd get in touch after returning tonight and didn't wanna keep him waiting."
"Should I be impressed you can have business meeting after a few bottles of wine?" Draco asked dryly only to realise wine-making was Potter's profession. He probably had drunken business meetings all the time.
Potter laughed and shook his head. "It was just making travel arrangements..."
"Travel arrangements?" echoed Draco.
"Yes, we're scheduled to take a Portkey to Johannesburg in a few days. Visit a winery--"
"Oh," Draco said absentmindedly. He was slightly saddened by the fact Potter was leaving, not sure why, since he didn't even know how long Potter'd be gone for--
"Yeah, it's the best perk about the work. All the travel."
Potter held Draco by his shoulders and gestured for him to stand up. Draco followed. Then, Potter maneuvered around the bed to get the covers off and helped Draco settle in. He got in the bed from the other side and, much to Draco's disappointment, kept his distance.
"Maybe we should've fucked that first night..." Draco mumbled, mostly to himself.
"Why'd you say that?" He felt Potter shift to turn and look at him. "I--"
"I don't know...this is bloody awkward. If we'd just shagged then, this could be over and--"
"Why do you have such a penchant for over thinking things?" Potter asked as he shifted closer to Draco and found his hand.
They held hands quietly for a few minutes before Draco broke the silence again. "I'm tired," was all he said before he decided to turn and face away from Potter.
"No..." Potter said softly. He held Draco's hand in his and somehow willed Draco to not move. "Don't pull away."
"Pott--"
Then Potter kissed him and Draco didn't even know how he'd managed to move so fast. At first, he seemed to be so far away from Draco's body, and then then in a second, he was on top of Draco.
He tasted clean and minty. Draco figured Potter probably brushed his teeth and nearly groaned with annoyance he must taste of stale wine and whatever they'd had for dinner because Draco couldn't remember at all.
Potter placed his arm around Draco's waist and moved so now Draco was on top of him; settled in-between his legs.
Potter was hard and his erection pressed against...shite...it pressed against Draco's hard cock. He was aroused and mortified at the same time. This wasn't the way he wanted to do this...if he wanted to do this. He wanted to be more in control, seem more alluring, and certainly not while he was dressed in Potter's sexy night clothes.
When Potter grabbed his arse and they started to rub up against each other, all coherent thoughts left Draco in a heartbeat.
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: 730
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Created for: HOGWARTS365 PROMPT 159.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: 1. Unbetaed. 2. The characters in this story are ridiculous. They are fickle, unsure of what they want and rather contradictory. So just go with it. 3. The story has a TAG HERE. Or Read all the parts on AO3 HERE
PART ONE, PART TWO, PART THREE, PART FOUR, PART FIVE, PART SIX, PART SEVEN
Potter led them to his bedroom and as Draco fumbled out of his clothes, he realised he didn't have anything to wear. If he were home, he could've easily slept naked but he wasn't home. He was at Potter's. Sleeping in Potter's bed; because his drunken mind thought that was a good idea.
"Here, I have..." Potter handed Draco a black silk shirt and a pair of trousers before he left the room.
Draco dressed awkwardly, worried Potter was going to stumble back into the room and Draco wouldn't be properly dressed. He was wrong, though, because Potter was gone for a very long time. However, it wasn't like Draco had any concept of time at the moment, he was far too tipsy to notice how quickly or slowly it was passing.
When he was fully clothed and his robes were neatly folded on the chair in Potter's room, Draco sat at the edge of the bed. He waited for Potter to return and was afraid he'd fall asleep before--before what, Draco?
He really hated these conversations in his head when he wasn't sober. He hated feeling so insecure.
Potter eventually returned. He was wearing a similar black shirt he'd given Draco and was holding two glasses of water. "Sorry about that...took longer than I expected."
"What did?" Draco asked taking the water and nearly finishing it in one gulp. "Thank you for the water."
"Certainly. I had to make a Floo-call. I was supposed to check-in with Neville earlier tonight but...was running late for our date and didn't know...anyway, I'd told him I'd get in touch after returning tonight and didn't wanna keep him waiting."
"Should I be impressed you can have business meeting after a few bottles of wine?" Draco asked dryly only to realise wine-making was Potter's profession. He probably had drunken business meetings all the time.
Potter laughed and shook his head. "It was just making travel arrangements..."
"Travel arrangements?" echoed Draco.
"Yes, we're scheduled to take a Portkey to Johannesburg in a few days. Visit a winery--"
"Oh," Draco said absentmindedly. He was slightly saddened by the fact Potter was leaving, not sure why, since he didn't even know how long Potter'd be gone for--
"Yeah, it's the best perk about the work. All the travel."
Potter held Draco by his shoulders and gestured for him to stand up. Draco followed. Then, Potter maneuvered around the bed to get the covers off and helped Draco settle in. He got in the bed from the other side and, much to Draco's disappointment, kept his distance.
"Maybe we should've fucked that first night..." Draco mumbled, mostly to himself.
"Why'd you say that?" He felt Potter shift to turn and look at him. "I--"
"I don't know...this is bloody awkward. If we'd just shagged then, this could be over and--"
"Why do you have such a penchant for over thinking things?" Potter asked as he shifted closer to Draco and found his hand.
They held hands quietly for a few minutes before Draco broke the silence again. "I'm tired," was all he said before he decided to turn and face away from Potter.
"No..." Potter said softly. He held Draco's hand in his and somehow willed Draco to not move. "Don't pull away."
"Pott--"
Then Potter kissed him and Draco didn't even know how he'd managed to move so fast. At first, he seemed to be so far away from Draco's body, and then then in a second, he was on top of Draco.
He tasted clean and minty. Draco figured Potter probably brushed his teeth and nearly groaned with annoyance he must taste of stale wine and whatever they'd had for dinner because Draco couldn't remember at all.
Potter placed his arm around Draco's waist and moved so now Draco was on top of him; settled in-between his legs.
Potter was hard and his erection pressed against...shite...it pressed against Draco's hard cock. He was aroused and mortified at the same time. This wasn't the way he wanted to do this...if he wanted to do this. He wanted to be more in control, seem more alluring, and certainly not while he was dressed in Potter's sexy night clothes.
When Potter grabbed his arse and they started to rub up against each other, all coherent thoughts left Draco in a heartbeat.