Urging Out Party
Title: Urging Out Party
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt #103 - leather sofa, cool breeze
Summary: Harry channels his Slytherin side. Follows Flaking Out Party.
"I won't practice with anyone else," Harry promised solemnly. He'd only just lost his virginity; there was little chance of him pulling anyone else, and as long as Malfoy was willing to shag twice a week, Harry would be happy with that. It was more action than he'd been getting.
Malfoy stood up and stretched. "If we're going to continue meeting here to shag, I think we should have a green leather sofa."
"Won't that be uncomfortable?" Harry felt obligated to point out.
"Of course not, Potter," said Malfoy. "I happen to like the color green."
Harry's mouth fell open, and he closed it again quickly. "I meant, the leather may be uncomfortable," he explained.
Malfoy laughed, and it was a genuine, happy laugh. "I was only winding you up," he said. "If we have a leather sofa, we'll need blankets, as well."
A draft wafted over Harry, chilling him like a cool breeze. He shivered and said, "I think we could use some blankets right now."
Malfoy transfigured his shirt into a blanket and tossed it to Harry. "We can't have you getting chilled and catching your death, Potter," he said. "How would I explain that to the Headmistress?"
Harry burrowed into the blanket, noting that it smelled like Malfoy. He chuckled and replied, "I'm not going to catch my death." Harry sent Malfoy a coy glance from beneath his lashes. He raised one edge of the blanket in invitation. "You could help keep me warm," Harry suggested.
Malfoy grinned and joined Harry beneath the blanket on the sofa. "We'll make a proper Slytherin of you yet," he announced.
"I'm more Slytherin than you think," Harry said.
"You certainly got an infusion of Slytherin this evening," Malfoy quipped.
Harry poked the other boy in the ribs. "Berk," he said. "You received an equal infusion of Gryffindor, you know."
"Is that why I have an annoying urge to run out and rescue Kneazles?" drawled Malfoy.
Harry stroked Malfoy's bare thigh. "Is that the only urge you have?" he asked.
"I reckon you can persuade me to indulge in other urgings," Malfoy replied. He scooted closer and tangled his legs with Harry's.
"That's good," said Harry. "Someone told me I need more practice."
"Someone is brilliant."
"Malfoy?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up and snog me."
Thinking Out Party
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt #103 - leather sofa, cool breeze
Summary: Harry channels his Slytherin side. Follows Flaking Out Party.
"I won't practice with anyone else," Harry promised solemnly. He'd only just lost his virginity; there was little chance of him pulling anyone else, and as long as Malfoy was willing to shag twice a week, Harry would be happy with that. It was more action than he'd been getting.
Malfoy stood up and stretched. "If we're going to continue meeting here to shag, I think we should have a green leather sofa."
"Won't that be uncomfortable?" Harry felt obligated to point out.
"Of course not, Potter," said Malfoy. "I happen to like the color green."
Harry's mouth fell open, and he closed it again quickly. "I meant, the leather may be uncomfortable," he explained.
Malfoy laughed, and it was a genuine, happy laugh. "I was only winding you up," he said. "If we have a leather sofa, we'll need blankets, as well."
A draft wafted over Harry, chilling him like a cool breeze. He shivered and said, "I think we could use some blankets right now."
Malfoy transfigured his shirt into a blanket and tossed it to Harry. "We can't have you getting chilled and catching your death, Potter," he said. "How would I explain that to the Headmistress?"
Harry burrowed into the blanket, noting that it smelled like Malfoy. He chuckled and replied, "I'm not going to catch my death." Harry sent Malfoy a coy glance from beneath his lashes. He raised one edge of the blanket in invitation. "You could help keep me warm," Harry suggested.
Malfoy grinned and joined Harry beneath the blanket on the sofa. "We'll make a proper Slytherin of you yet," he announced.
"I'm more Slytherin than you think," Harry said.
"You certainly got an infusion of Slytherin this evening," Malfoy quipped.
Harry poked the other boy in the ribs. "Berk," he said. "You received an equal infusion of Gryffindor, you know."
"Is that why I have an annoying urge to run out and rescue Kneazles?" drawled Malfoy.
Harry stroked Malfoy's bare thigh. "Is that the only urge you have?" he asked.
"I reckon you can persuade me to indulge in other urgings," Malfoy replied. He scooted closer and tangled his legs with Harry's.
"That's good," said Harry. "Someone told me I need more practice."
"Someone is brilliant."
"Malfoy?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up and snog me."
Thinking Out Party