Stroking Feathers
Title: Stroking Feathers
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry, Hermione
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature fic
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 590
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for leticiae, who asked for more of my Feather verse
Summary: Harry and Hermione reach an understanding.
"Hermione, I'm tired," Harry sighed, trying to push past his friend.
Hermione caught him by the sleeve and drew him up short. "Why are you keeping it such a secret, Harry?" she demanded.
"Why do you insist on knowing?" snapped Harry, losing his temper with her.
Hermione blinked at him in surprise. "Because I care about you," she said, sounding hurt. She turned to walk away, head bent.
Harry's anger vanished in an instant. "Hermione, wait," he said. "I didn't mean to be so cross." He reached into his pocket and stroked the silky white feather he'd tucked in there. "It's just that this relationship is important to me, and I want to keep it to myself for awhile longer. I'm tired of having every move I make be scrutinized."
Hermione nodded. "I understand, Harry," she said. "I'm sorry."
"Come here," whispered Harry, drawing her into a hug. "I know you're concerned, but trust me, okay?"
"Okay," she said, voice muffled against Harry's shoulder. Hermione stepped back, gave him a wobbly smile and went up to bed.
Harry stood there, alone in the common room, for awhile longer, petting the feather he had collected earlier that evening.
~*~
"Two nights in a row, Harry? I may expire from delight," drawled Draco.
"Git," Harry snorted, giving his boyfriend an affectionate shove.
Draco stumbled and laughed before sweeping his magnificent wings around Harry. His pheromones sent a rush of heat through his mate, and Harry melted against Draco. Angling his head, Draco covered Harry's lips with his own and snogged him until they were both breathless. They sank onto the ground, coming to rest on the soft blanket that Draco had spread over the damp grass. The waning moon was obscured by clouds, but it still provided enough light to allow them to see one another.
Harry removed his clothing and lay back on the blanket, watching in wonder as Draco got undressed more slowly. "I'm ready for you," Harry said, voice rough with need.
"Eager, were you?" teased Draco. He stretched out atop Harry, hips nestling into the cradle of Harry's thighs. He felt the hot prod of his mate's cock against his belly, and Draco shifted back and forth, rubbing Harry's prick between them.
"Dra-co," moaned Harry, squirming restlessly beneath him.
Draco could no longer stand the torment, either, and he guided his cock into place before snapping his hips forward and burying himself inside of Harry's body. Harry's sharp, impassioned cry caused Draco to pause. "Did I hurt you?" he asked anxiously.
Harry shook his head side to side. "It feels good," he said. "Don't stop."
Draco took him at his word, establishing a steady rhythm of thrusting into Harry while stroking his mate's cock. Harry's breathy voice grew louder until he all but shouted as he climaxed. Draco plunged into him a few more times before he shuddered at the waves of pleasure coursing through him. He sighed and relaxed onto Harry, enjoying the way their bodies remained connected. Draco swept his wings back, leaving a downy white feather behind.
It drifted down to land on Harry's cheek, and Harry smiled as he reached up to pluck it away. He stroked the feather between his fingers and propped himself up to place a hard kiss on Draco's lips. "Do you suppose," murmured Harry, "that you can muster another feather for me tonight?"
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry, Hermione
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature fic
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 590
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for leticiae, who asked for more of my Feather verse
Summary: Harry and Hermione reach an understanding.
"Hermione, I'm tired," Harry sighed, trying to push past his friend.
Hermione caught him by the sleeve and drew him up short. "Why are you keeping it such a secret, Harry?" she demanded.
"Why do you insist on knowing?" snapped Harry, losing his temper with her.
Hermione blinked at him in surprise. "Because I care about you," she said, sounding hurt. She turned to walk away, head bent.
Harry's anger vanished in an instant. "Hermione, wait," he said. "I didn't mean to be so cross." He reached into his pocket and stroked the silky white feather he'd tucked in there. "It's just that this relationship is important to me, and I want to keep it to myself for awhile longer. I'm tired of having every move I make be scrutinized."
Hermione nodded. "I understand, Harry," she said. "I'm sorry."
"Come here," whispered Harry, drawing her into a hug. "I know you're concerned, but trust me, okay?"
"Okay," she said, voice muffled against Harry's shoulder. Hermione stepped back, gave him a wobbly smile and went up to bed.
Harry stood there, alone in the common room, for awhile longer, petting the feather he had collected earlier that evening.
~*~
"Two nights in a row, Harry? I may expire from delight," drawled Draco.
"Git," Harry snorted, giving his boyfriend an affectionate shove.
Draco stumbled and laughed before sweeping his magnificent wings around Harry. His pheromones sent a rush of heat through his mate, and Harry melted against Draco. Angling his head, Draco covered Harry's lips with his own and snogged him until they were both breathless. They sank onto the ground, coming to rest on the soft blanket that Draco had spread over the damp grass. The waning moon was obscured by clouds, but it still provided enough light to allow them to see one another.
Harry removed his clothing and lay back on the blanket, watching in wonder as Draco got undressed more slowly. "I'm ready for you," Harry said, voice rough with need.
"Eager, were you?" teased Draco. He stretched out atop Harry, hips nestling into the cradle of Harry's thighs. He felt the hot prod of his mate's cock against his belly, and Draco shifted back and forth, rubbing Harry's prick between them.
"Dra-co," moaned Harry, squirming restlessly beneath him.
Draco could no longer stand the torment, either, and he guided his cock into place before snapping his hips forward and burying himself inside of Harry's body. Harry's sharp, impassioned cry caused Draco to pause. "Did I hurt you?" he asked anxiously.
Harry shook his head side to side. "It feels good," he said. "Don't stop."
Draco took him at his word, establishing a steady rhythm of thrusting into Harry while stroking his mate's cock. Harry's breathy voice grew louder until he all but shouted as he climaxed. Draco plunged into him a few more times before he shuddered at the waves of pleasure coursing through him. He sighed and relaxed onto Harry, enjoying the way their bodies remained connected. Draco swept his wings back, leaving a downy white feather behind.
It drifted down to land on Harry's cheek, and Harry smiled as he reached up to pluck it away. He stroked the feather between his fingers and propped himself up to place a hard kiss on Draco's lips. "Do you suppose," murmured Harry, "that you can muster another feather for me tonight?"