JMDC Gift!fic: Slipping Closer
Title: Slipping Closer
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 725
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: October 2010's JMDC winner - purple_lights, who asked for a sequel to Slipping Under
Summary: Harry was haunted by that final image of Malfoy slapping his tail on the surface of the Black Lake.
Harry was haunted by that final image of Malfoy slapping his tail on the surface of the Black Lake.
Malfoy had saved Harry from drowning, and in the process, he had revealed himself to be half merfolk. Harry had seen Malfoy around since then, in classes and in the corridors of Hogwarts, but he hadn't gotten the chance to speak to Malfoy alone. He didn't know why he was compelled to seek the other boy out again, but Harry didn't bother to question his own motives. He simply needed to talk to Malfoy.
After two more frustrating days, in which Harry was unsuccessful in his attempts to catch Malfoy alone, he resorted to a nocturnal trip to the dungeons. He was formulating a plan as he went--one that involved knocking on the door to Slytherin and requesting an audience with Draco Malfoy. It wasn't long before Harry found himself hopelessly lost in the maze of corridors. He turned one more corner and continued forward, drawn by an eerie glow.
Harry paused in front of a large, round window. This level of the castle was beneath the Black Lake, and Harry was able to view an underwater scene through the thick glass. Light around the window pierced the darkness of the water, enabling Harry to watch as a school of small, silver fish flashed by. He was about to turn away when a much larger shape caught his attention. Harry watched a moment longer, wondering if he'd seen a grindylow.
Malfoy swam into view, and Harry caught his breath. He stepped up to the window, enchanted by Malfoy's natural grace under water. Malfoy saw him and smiled at Harry. He turned away and flicked his tail before executing a perfect somersault in the water and coming up to face Harry through the glass again. Without thinking, Harry leaned closer and pressed his palm to the cool surface of the window.
Malfoy swam past again, brushing his fingers over the glass where Harry's hand rested.
Harry shivered, and his body grew taut with want. He had tried to dismiss his previous sexual reaction to Malfoy as an instinctive response to a near-death experience, but seeing Malfoy like this was causing Harry to become aroused all over again. He desperately wanted to touch Malfoy once more, to explore his body in human form. Harry knew that Malfoy may not feel the same way. He, too, may have passed off Harry's sexual response as a means of affirming life after he'd nearly drowned. Perhaps that was the reason he had been avoiding Harry in the days since the rescue.
At the moment, however, Malfoy almost seemed to be flirting. He swam up to the window again, tail and arms working in tandem to keep him suspended in the water in full view of Harry.
Harry allowed his eyes to sweep slowly over Malfoy's form. He admired the other boy's smooth torso, including the well-defined muscles that must have resulted from all the swimming he did. Malfoy's blond hair drifted around his face, revealing gill slits on either side of his neck. Harry's eyes traveled lower, fascinated by the manner in which Malfoy's very human abdomen transitioned into the tail of a fish. Not only were Malfoy's legs gone, but he had no visible genitalia.
Harry flushed at the direction of his thoughts. He remembered frotting against the smooth, silvery scales of Malfoy's lower half the night he had been saved from drowning. It shouldn't have been erotic, but it had been the most remarkable sexual experience of Harry's young life. Despite his near-drowning, he found himself wishing to be wrapped in Malfoy's arms once more, beneath the cool surface of the water.
Malfoy swam out of sight again, and Harry used the respite to adjust himself through his trousers. Malfoy drifted back into view of the window. Harry pressed his palm to the glass once more, pleased when Malfoy brushed his fingers over the other side. Harry leaned close and breathed on the glass to fog it. He then straightened and used his finger to write backwards so that Malfoy couldn't fail to read it:
come in
Slipping Through
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 725
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: October 2010's JMDC winner - purple_lights, who asked for a sequel to Slipping Under
Summary: Harry was haunted by that final image of Malfoy slapping his tail on the surface of the Black Lake.
Harry was haunted by that final image of Malfoy slapping his tail on the surface of the Black Lake.
Malfoy had saved Harry from drowning, and in the process, he had revealed himself to be half merfolk. Harry had seen Malfoy around since then, in classes and in the corridors of Hogwarts, but he hadn't gotten the chance to speak to Malfoy alone. He didn't know why he was compelled to seek the other boy out again, but Harry didn't bother to question his own motives. He simply needed to talk to Malfoy.
After two more frustrating days, in which Harry was unsuccessful in his attempts to catch Malfoy alone, he resorted to a nocturnal trip to the dungeons. He was formulating a plan as he went--one that involved knocking on the door to Slytherin and requesting an audience with Draco Malfoy. It wasn't long before Harry found himself hopelessly lost in the maze of corridors. He turned one more corner and continued forward, drawn by an eerie glow.
Harry paused in front of a large, round window. This level of the castle was beneath the Black Lake, and Harry was able to view an underwater scene through the thick glass. Light around the window pierced the darkness of the water, enabling Harry to watch as a school of small, silver fish flashed by. He was about to turn away when a much larger shape caught his attention. Harry watched a moment longer, wondering if he'd seen a grindylow.
Malfoy swam into view, and Harry caught his breath. He stepped up to the window, enchanted by Malfoy's natural grace under water. Malfoy saw him and smiled at Harry. He turned away and flicked his tail before executing a perfect somersault in the water and coming up to face Harry through the glass again. Without thinking, Harry leaned closer and pressed his palm to the cool surface of the window.
Malfoy swam past again, brushing his fingers over the glass where Harry's hand rested.
Harry shivered, and his body grew taut with want. He had tried to dismiss his previous sexual reaction to Malfoy as an instinctive response to a near-death experience, but seeing Malfoy like this was causing Harry to become aroused all over again. He desperately wanted to touch Malfoy once more, to explore his body in human form. Harry knew that Malfoy may not feel the same way. He, too, may have passed off Harry's sexual response as a means of affirming life after he'd nearly drowned. Perhaps that was the reason he had been avoiding Harry in the days since the rescue.
At the moment, however, Malfoy almost seemed to be flirting. He swam up to the window again, tail and arms working in tandem to keep him suspended in the water in full view of Harry.
Harry allowed his eyes to sweep slowly over Malfoy's form. He admired the other boy's smooth torso, including the well-defined muscles that must have resulted from all the swimming he did. Malfoy's blond hair drifted around his face, revealing gill slits on either side of his neck. Harry's eyes traveled lower, fascinated by the manner in which Malfoy's very human abdomen transitioned into the tail of a fish. Not only were Malfoy's legs gone, but he had no visible genitalia.
Harry flushed at the direction of his thoughts. He remembered frotting against the smooth, silvery scales of Malfoy's lower half the night he had been saved from drowning. It shouldn't have been erotic, but it had been the most remarkable sexual experience of Harry's young life. Despite his near-drowning, he found himself wishing to be wrapped in Malfoy's arms once more, beneath the cool surface of the water.
Malfoy swam out of sight again, and Harry used the respite to adjust himself through his trousers. Malfoy drifted back into view of the window. Harry pressed his palm to the glass once more, pleased when Malfoy brushed his fingers over the other side. Harry leaned close and breathed on the glass to fog it. He then straightened and used his finger to write backwards so that Malfoy couldn't fail to read it:
come in
Slipping Through