To Sober Up [Harry/Draco - PG-13]
Title: To Sober Up
Author: digthewriter
Word Count: 375
Rating: PG-13
Written for: hp_humpdrabbles week of 1/8/2014. Prompt: Theodore Nott.
Notes: Thanks mab for your help.
Summary: The one where Draco tries to resist but Harry is just so damn charming.
"I'd rather shag Theodore Nott."
Draco found himself cornered by Potter yet again at another Ministry gala. He'd avoided Potter for weeks after he had asked Draco out for drinks and Draco turned him down flat. It seemed that now Potter had some liquid courage in him and came straight to the point.
"That can be arranged," Potter dared to answer. "He's here you know, I can get a sample of his hair and steal some of Hermione's emergency Polyjuice stash."
"You want to fuck so badly, Potter? Why don't you go ask one of your many fans at this party? I'm sure they'll take you up on an offer."
"No, Malfoy." Potter leaned in and whispered in Draco's ear, his hot breath made the hair on the back of his neck rise. "I want to fuck you."
"Well, I'm not interested." Draco tried to push Potter off but Potter didn't budge.
"You know I can tell when someone is lying, Malfoy." Potter spoke again, and this time his voice was so faint, Draco wasn't sure he'd actually heard him or imagined it. Potter stroked Draco's erection that his body had so conveniently betrayed him for. "You're hard. You're always hard when we brush up against each other. Don't think I don't know what happened last week when we were in the lift together."
Draco gulped. He was sure that if he tried to speak he'd surely squeal or do something equally embarrassing.
"I'm too pissed right now to enjoy a good shag," Potter continued. "But, come by my flat later tonight. I'll go get a potion to sober me up."
Potter pulled back from Draco and straightened up his robes, then pressed his hands on Draco's robes as though he was trying to even them out. A moment before Potter was going to get away, Draco pulled on Potter's arm. He turned to look at Draco, confused. "Here," Draco said, reaching in his pockets and taking out a phial. "It's my own recipe. It'll work faster."
Potter took the phial from Draco's hand, his fingers brushing against Draco's. He looked at it, and then back at Draco, biting his lower lip. A sly smile accompanied with a nod, Potter said "thanks" and walked away.
Author: digthewriter
Word Count: 375
Rating: PG-13
Written for: hp_humpdrabbles week of 1/8/2014. Prompt: Theodore Nott.
Notes: Thanks mab for your help.
Summary: The one where Draco tries to resist but Harry is just so damn charming.
"I'd rather shag Theodore Nott."
Draco found himself cornered by Potter yet again at another Ministry gala. He'd avoided Potter for weeks after he had asked Draco out for drinks and Draco turned him down flat. It seemed that now Potter had some liquid courage in him and came straight to the point.
"That can be arranged," Potter dared to answer. "He's here you know, I can get a sample of his hair and steal some of Hermione's emergency Polyjuice stash."
"You want to fuck so badly, Potter? Why don't you go ask one of your many fans at this party? I'm sure they'll take you up on an offer."
"No, Malfoy." Potter leaned in and whispered in Draco's ear, his hot breath made the hair on the back of his neck rise. "I want to fuck you."
"Well, I'm not interested." Draco tried to push Potter off but Potter didn't budge.
"You know I can tell when someone is lying, Malfoy." Potter spoke again, and this time his voice was so faint, Draco wasn't sure he'd actually heard him or imagined it. Potter stroked Draco's erection that his body had so conveniently betrayed him for. "You're hard. You're always hard when we brush up against each other. Don't think I don't know what happened last week when we were in the lift together."
Draco gulped. He was sure that if he tried to speak he'd surely squeal or do something equally embarrassing.
"I'm too pissed right now to enjoy a good shag," Potter continued. "But, come by my flat later tonight. I'll go get a potion to sober me up."
Potter pulled back from Draco and straightened up his robes, then pressed his hands on Draco's robes as though he was trying to even them out. A moment before Potter was going to get away, Draco pulled on Potter's arm. He turned to look at Draco, confused. "Here," Draco said, reaching in his pockets and taking out a phial. "It's my own recipe. It'll work faster."
Potter took the phial from Draco's hand, his fingers brushing against Draco's. He looked at it, and then back at Draco, biting his lower lip. A sly smile accompanied with a nod, Potter said "thanks" and walked away.