Cause for Celebration
Title: Cause for Celebration
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity, creature!fic
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 915
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift for sophia_clark in thanks for some icons. She requested more of Bent and Broken
♦ hp_creatures August prompt - badger
Summary: Harry gets good news.
Harry's mobile rang, and he checked the display before answering it.
"Hello, Hermione...Am I busy tomorrow? Why?...I don't want to meet your co-worker...Yes, I'm sure he's a very nice bloke...Because he's your co-worker, Hermione. I imagine he's a stupendous intellect, and he'll bore me to sleep."
Harry winced and held the phone away from his ear while his friend railed at him.
"No, I didn't mean to imply that you're boring, Hermione...I can't, I'm sort of seeing someone...It's none of your business...No, I'm not ashamed of him...No, you can't meet him...No, I'm not ashamed of you and Ron...Honestly, Hermione! You should have been a Hufflepuff; you can badger anyone into submission...No, you still can't meet him...I'll give you more information when and if things become more official between us, okay?...I don't care what you tell your co-worker. Tell him I have warts and crabs...Of course not, Hermione! I was teasing you...Yes, I'll ring you later this week...Tell Ron hello, and give Rosie a hug from me."
Harry wrapped up his conversation and flipped his mobile shut with a sigh. Perhaps he shouldn't have revealed that he was "sort of" seeing someone, but Harry truly had no desire to meet anyone else. He wondered if his affair with Malfoy was healthy. Harry only saw him when Malfoy deigned to drop in, and he hadn't seen Malfoy in some time. Harry once suggested Malfoy move in with him, but his prickly lover nixed the idea immediately. Harry knew Malfoy valued his independence, but he would like a chance to prove to Malfoy that he could remain independent while living together.
Harry gave his head a rueful shake and wandered into the kitchen in search of lunch.
~*~
When Max ran to the door and began barking, Harry shushed his dog and reached for his wand. He looked outside in time to see a large shadow pass from overhead. Harry cautiously opened the door. The fact that it was probably Malfoy didn't mean that it couldn't be a dragon or some other threat.
Malfoy landed lightly in front of Harry's house and folded his large white wings.
Max barged past Harry and bounded outside to greet the Veela with a happy yip. Harry hung back, shaking his head as his dog bellied-up in front of Malfoy in search of some affection.
"Potter, don't you ever pay any attention to this animal?" Malfoy teased as he scratched Max's stomach.
"No, not at all," Harry deadpanned. He straightened from his slouch in the doorway and stepped outside.
Max hopped up and ran a circle around Harry before returning to Malfoy, his tail wagging madly the entire time.
"Max knows how to greet a person," said Malfoy, giving Harry an unreadable look.
"He missed you."
"And you haven't?"
Harry refused to rise to the bait. "Where have you been?" he asked instead.
"I've been busy," Malfoy replied.
"With someone else?" The words left Harry's mouth before he could stop them, and he was immediately chagrined. He sounded like a jealous boyfriend.
Malfoy grinned. "In a manner of speaking, yeah," he said.
Harry felt his hackles rise, but he bit his tongue and held his silence.
"I bought a house," said Malfoy, looking pleased with himself.
The revelation surprised Harry. "Brilliant," he said. "Where is it located?"
Malfoy rose from crouching over Max and pointed to the west. "It's a ten minute broom ride in that direction."
Harry's pulse accelerated. "You bought the Ranheim place? That's fantastic!"
Malfoy's gaze heated, and his tongue darted out to dampen his lips. "This is cause for a celebration, wouldn't you agree?"
"Absolutely," replied Harry. "I'll bake a cake." Malfoy's face fell, and Harry laughed.
"Tosser," growled Malfoy, striding closer. "I was angling for a shag, and you know it." He reached for Harry and tugged him into a kiss that was rife with pent-up passion. It wasn't until Harry's trousers began to fall down after Malfoy unzipped them that he regained his senses.
"Max," gasped Harry.
"You're thinking of your dog at a time like this?!"
Harry chuckled weakly. "You know how he gets," he said. "We either need to go inside, or I have to shut him in the house."
"Whichever option is quickest, Potter."
Harry grasped his wand and Apparated them into his bedroom. Their clothing was cast off and tossed aside, and then Malfoy was crouched on Harry's bed with his arse in the air and his white wings unfurled. Harry slicked his cock with lubricant, then joined Malfoy on the bed. He lined himself up with Malfoy's entrance and pressed the tip of his cock past Malfoy's rim.
Malfoy moaned and pushed back, and Harry penetrated him deeply. He hummed in pleasure and began to thrust. Malfoy's voice rose in pleasure, and Max started to howl outside. Harry ignored the din and continued pumping his hips over Malfoy's arse. His breathing quickened, and he grasped Malfoy's hips in both hands as he rode him hard. Malfoy's wings fluttered, tempting Harry to reach up to stroke the silky feathers.
They rocked on the bed, causing the headboard to bang into the wall. Max's howls grew frantic outside, while Malfoy's vocalizations increased in intensity. His wings snapped out to their fullest extension and rustled when he climaxed. Harry groaned and thrust faster, driving into Malfoy over and over until he shouted through his own orgasm.
Harry braced his knees apart to keep himself upright as he came down from his passionate high. Malfoy's wings drooped, and he wilted forward. The only sound in the bedroom was their harsh breathing. Outside, Max grew silent.
"Potter?"
"Hm?" Harry responded as he eased out of Malfoy.
"Would you still bake me a cake?"
Cakes and Christening
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity, creature!fic
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 915
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift for sophia_clark in thanks for some icons. She requested more of Bent and Broken
♦ hp_creatures August prompt - badger
Summary: Harry gets good news.
Harry's mobile rang, and he checked the display before answering it.
"Hello, Hermione...Am I busy tomorrow? Why?...I don't want to meet your co-worker...Yes, I'm sure he's a very nice bloke...Because he's your co-worker, Hermione. I imagine he's a stupendous intellect, and he'll bore me to sleep."
Harry winced and held the phone away from his ear while his friend railed at him.
"No, I didn't mean to imply that you're boring, Hermione...I can't, I'm sort of seeing someone...It's none of your business...No, I'm not ashamed of him...No, you can't meet him...No, I'm not ashamed of you and Ron...Honestly, Hermione! You should have been a Hufflepuff; you can badger anyone into submission...No, you still can't meet him...I'll give you more information when and if things become more official between us, okay?...I don't care what you tell your co-worker. Tell him I have warts and crabs...Of course not, Hermione! I was teasing you...Yes, I'll ring you later this week...Tell Ron hello, and give Rosie a hug from me."
Harry wrapped up his conversation and flipped his mobile shut with a sigh. Perhaps he shouldn't have revealed that he was "sort of" seeing someone, but Harry truly had no desire to meet anyone else. He wondered if his affair with Malfoy was healthy. Harry only saw him when Malfoy deigned to drop in, and he hadn't seen Malfoy in some time. Harry once suggested Malfoy move in with him, but his prickly lover nixed the idea immediately. Harry knew Malfoy valued his independence, but he would like a chance to prove to Malfoy that he could remain independent while living together.
Harry gave his head a rueful shake and wandered into the kitchen in search of lunch.
~*~
When Max ran to the door and began barking, Harry shushed his dog and reached for his wand. He looked outside in time to see a large shadow pass from overhead. Harry cautiously opened the door. The fact that it was probably Malfoy didn't mean that it couldn't be a dragon or some other threat.
Malfoy landed lightly in front of Harry's house and folded his large white wings.
Max barged past Harry and bounded outside to greet the Veela with a happy yip. Harry hung back, shaking his head as his dog bellied-up in front of Malfoy in search of some affection.
"Potter, don't you ever pay any attention to this animal?" Malfoy teased as he scratched Max's stomach.
"No, not at all," Harry deadpanned. He straightened from his slouch in the doorway and stepped outside.
Max hopped up and ran a circle around Harry before returning to Malfoy, his tail wagging madly the entire time.
"Max knows how to greet a person," said Malfoy, giving Harry an unreadable look.
"He missed you."
"And you haven't?"
Harry refused to rise to the bait. "Where have you been?" he asked instead.
"I've been busy," Malfoy replied.
"With someone else?" The words left Harry's mouth before he could stop them, and he was immediately chagrined. He sounded like a jealous boyfriend.
Malfoy grinned. "In a manner of speaking, yeah," he said.
Harry felt his hackles rise, but he bit his tongue and held his silence.
"I bought a house," said Malfoy, looking pleased with himself.
The revelation surprised Harry. "Brilliant," he said. "Where is it located?"
Malfoy rose from crouching over Max and pointed to the west. "It's a ten minute broom ride in that direction."
Harry's pulse accelerated. "You bought the Ranheim place? That's fantastic!"
Malfoy's gaze heated, and his tongue darted out to dampen his lips. "This is cause for a celebration, wouldn't you agree?"
"Absolutely," replied Harry. "I'll bake a cake." Malfoy's face fell, and Harry laughed.
"Tosser," growled Malfoy, striding closer. "I was angling for a shag, and you know it." He reached for Harry and tugged him into a kiss that was rife with pent-up passion. It wasn't until Harry's trousers began to fall down after Malfoy unzipped them that he regained his senses.
"Max," gasped Harry.
"You're thinking of your dog at a time like this?!"
Harry chuckled weakly. "You know how he gets," he said. "We either need to go inside, or I have to shut him in the house."
"Whichever option is quickest, Potter."
Harry grasped his wand and Apparated them into his bedroom. Their clothing was cast off and tossed aside, and then Malfoy was crouched on Harry's bed with his arse in the air and his white wings unfurled. Harry slicked his cock with lubricant, then joined Malfoy on the bed. He lined himself up with Malfoy's entrance and pressed the tip of his cock past Malfoy's rim.
Malfoy moaned and pushed back, and Harry penetrated him deeply. He hummed in pleasure and began to thrust. Malfoy's voice rose in pleasure, and Max started to howl outside. Harry ignored the din and continued pumping his hips over Malfoy's arse. His breathing quickened, and he grasped Malfoy's hips in both hands as he rode him hard. Malfoy's wings fluttered, tempting Harry to reach up to stroke the silky feathers.
They rocked on the bed, causing the headboard to bang into the wall. Max's howls grew frantic outside, while Malfoy's vocalizations increased in intensity. His wings snapped out to their fullest extension and rustled when he climaxed. Harry groaned and thrust faster, driving into Malfoy over and over until he shouted through his own orgasm.
Harry braced his knees apart to keep himself upright as he came down from his passionate high. Malfoy's wings drooped, and he wilted forward. The only sound in the bedroom was their harsh breathing. Outside, Max grew silent.
"Potter?"
"Hm?" Harry responded as he eased out of Malfoy.
"Would you still bake me a cake?"
Cakes and Christening