Excellent Suggestion
Title: Excellent Suggestion This is part of my Headmaster Harry verse.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
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:
♦ dove_drabbles Prompt #51 - Togetherness is a holiday treat
♦ hd_fluff Prompt #130 - Yule Ball
Summary: Harry arranges to have a Yule Ball at Hogwarts, much to Professor Malfoy's dismay.
"A Yule Ball, Potter?"
"Yes, a Yule Ball, Malfoy, and that's Headmaster Potter."
Harry fought not to grin as Malfoy's nostrils flared.
"A Yule Ball is meant for a special occasion," said Malfoy.
"Solstice and Christmas are special occasions."
Malfoy threw his hands up in the air. "Then why not make it an annual event?"
"An excellent suggestion, Professor," Harry mused. "I just may do that. Now, there is the question of my date for the evening."
"I am not going to the Yule Ball with you, P-Headmaster."
Harry adopted an expression of surprised delight. "Another brilliant suggestion, Malfoy! And thank you, I'd love to go to the Ball with you."
"Salazar, save me," muttered Malfoy.
~*~
Harry stood at the front of the Grand Ballroom, smiling and tapping his foot as he watched the students dancing. "They're having a ball," he remarked to his date.
"It is a ball, Headmaster," drawled Professor Malfoy.
Harry chuckled and grabbed Malfoy's hand. "Let's dance."
Malfoy dug his heels in, forcing Harry to drag him onto the dance floor. "It's most unseemly, Potter," he hissed.
"The only thing that would seem unseemly is if the Headmaster doesn't dance with his date," Harry countered. He lowered his voice and said, "You're making a scene."
The words were more magic than any spell; Malfoy immediately stopped resisting and begrudgingly accompanied Harry onto the dance floor. The band launched into the mellow strains of a waltz. Harry placed one hand at Draco's waist and led him into the steps and turns of the elegant dance. They maintained a respectable distance between themselves.
Once the waltz ended, a slightly faster song began. Harry refused to relinquish his grip on his date, and he drew Malfoy closer to himself as they danced.
"Headmaster, we must set an example for the students," Malfoy hissed. "You are holding me much too close."
"Togetherness is a holiday treat," said Harry. "Besides, it's not as if we're bumping and grinding."
"Thank Merlin."
"We'll do that later, in the privacy of your quarters."
"Sorry?"
~*~
It was late at night, or rather early in the morning, when Harry escorted Malfoy to his door. "Thank you for attending the Yule Ball with me, Professor," he said gallantly. "I had an enjoyable time."
"Good night, Headmaster," Malfoy sniffed as he opened his door.
"No good night kiss, Malfoy?"
"I am knackered, and I wish to go to bed. Alone."
Harry heaved a defeated sigh. "Very well, Professor, if you insist."
"I do."
"I would like to end our evening with a good night kiss, however," said Harry. "Won't you please indulge me?"
"Very well," Malfoy conceded. He leaned forward, made an exaggerated pucker of his lips, and closed his eyes.
Harry slanted his mouth over Malfoy's, planted his hand on the professor's arse, and hauled him into a torrid, toe-curling kiss. While they snogged, Harry maneuvered Malfoy through his doorway and kicked the door shut behind them. He raised his head to take a breath.
"Alone at last," Harry said, lowering his voice seductively.
"If you think I'm going to invite you into my bed, you have another think coming."
"Another excellent suggestion, Malfoy!" beamed Harry. "You are a veritable font of brilliant ideas." As he spoke, he took Malfoy's elbow and began steering him in the direction of his bedroom.
Malfoy stopped resisting, but he didn't cease complaining. "This is highly irregular, Headwanker."
"Headwanker?" Harry repeated. It was a new insult from his snarky professor. Harry found it endearing. He planted his hand on Malfoy's chest and gave him a push.
Malfoy tumbled back onto his bed, cursing when he landed in a graceless heap. He sat up and drew his wand.
Harry stilled, wondering if he was about to be hexed. Instead, Malfoy cast a spell to remove their clothing.
"Let's get this over with," he grumbled.
Harry's eyes were drawn to Malfoy's cock. It jutted, proud and erect, from his groin. He grinned. Ah yes, he knew his professor well. To Malfoy, a good argument was arousing foreplay. Harry Summoned the lubricant with a snap of his fingers.
"Show off," snorted Malfoy.
Harry slicked lube up and down his shaft and eased himself over Malfoy. He nudged the professor's legs apart and settled between them. Harry positioned himself at Malfoy's entrance and paused.
"Happy Christmas, Draco."
Malfoy's expression softened. "Happy Christmas...Harry."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
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:
♦ dove_drabbles Prompt #51 - Togetherness is a holiday treat
♦ hd_fluff Prompt #130 - Yule Ball
Summary: Harry arranges to have a Yule Ball at Hogwarts, much to Professor Malfoy's dismay.
"A Yule Ball, Potter?"
"Yes, a Yule Ball, Malfoy, and that's Headmaster Potter."
Harry fought not to grin as Malfoy's nostrils flared.
"A Yule Ball is meant for a special occasion," said Malfoy.
"Solstice and Christmas are special occasions."
Malfoy threw his hands up in the air. "Then why not make it an annual event?"
"An excellent suggestion, Professor," Harry mused. "I just may do that. Now, there is the question of my date for the evening."
"I am not going to the Yule Ball with you, P-Headmaster."
Harry adopted an expression of surprised delight. "Another brilliant suggestion, Malfoy! And thank you, I'd love to go to the Ball with you."
"Salazar, save me," muttered Malfoy.
~*~
Harry stood at the front of the Grand Ballroom, smiling and tapping his foot as he watched the students dancing. "They're having a ball," he remarked to his date.
"It is a ball, Headmaster," drawled Professor Malfoy.
Harry chuckled and grabbed Malfoy's hand. "Let's dance."
Malfoy dug his heels in, forcing Harry to drag him onto the dance floor. "It's most unseemly, Potter," he hissed.
"The only thing that would seem unseemly is if the Headmaster doesn't dance with his date," Harry countered. He lowered his voice and said, "You're making a scene."
The words were more magic than any spell; Malfoy immediately stopped resisting and begrudgingly accompanied Harry onto the dance floor. The band launched into the mellow strains of a waltz. Harry placed one hand at Draco's waist and led him into the steps and turns of the elegant dance. They maintained a respectable distance between themselves.
Once the waltz ended, a slightly faster song began. Harry refused to relinquish his grip on his date, and he drew Malfoy closer to himself as they danced.
"Headmaster, we must set an example for the students," Malfoy hissed. "You are holding me much too close."
"Togetherness is a holiday treat," said Harry. "Besides, it's not as if we're bumping and grinding."
"Thank Merlin."
"We'll do that later, in the privacy of your quarters."
"Sorry?"
~*~
It was late at night, or rather early in the morning, when Harry escorted Malfoy to his door. "Thank you for attending the Yule Ball with me, Professor," he said gallantly. "I had an enjoyable time."
"Good night, Headmaster," Malfoy sniffed as he opened his door.
"No good night kiss, Malfoy?"
"I am knackered, and I wish to go to bed. Alone."
Harry heaved a defeated sigh. "Very well, Professor, if you insist."
"I do."
"I would like to end our evening with a good night kiss, however," said Harry. "Won't you please indulge me?"
"Very well," Malfoy conceded. He leaned forward, made an exaggerated pucker of his lips, and closed his eyes.
Harry slanted his mouth over Malfoy's, planted his hand on the professor's arse, and hauled him into a torrid, toe-curling kiss. While they snogged, Harry maneuvered Malfoy through his doorway and kicked the door shut behind them. He raised his head to take a breath.
"Alone at last," Harry said, lowering his voice seductively.
"If you think I'm going to invite you into my bed, you have another think coming."
"Another excellent suggestion, Malfoy!" beamed Harry. "You are a veritable font of brilliant ideas." As he spoke, he took Malfoy's elbow and began steering him in the direction of his bedroom.
Malfoy stopped resisting, but he didn't cease complaining. "This is highly irregular, Headwanker."
"Headwanker?" Harry repeated. It was a new insult from his snarky professor. Harry found it endearing. He planted his hand on Malfoy's chest and gave him a push.
Malfoy tumbled back onto his bed, cursing when he landed in a graceless heap. He sat up and drew his wand.
Harry stilled, wondering if he was about to be hexed. Instead, Malfoy cast a spell to remove their clothing.
"Let's get this over with," he grumbled.
Harry's eyes were drawn to Malfoy's cock. It jutted, proud and erect, from his groin. He grinned. Ah yes, he knew his professor well. To Malfoy, a good argument was arousing foreplay. Harry Summoned the lubricant with a snap of his fingers.
"Show off," snorted Malfoy.
Harry slicked lube up and down his shaft and eased himself over Malfoy. He nudged the professor's legs apart and settled between them. Harry positioned himself at Malfoy's entrance and paused.
"Happy Christmas, Draco."
Malfoy's expression softened. "Happy Christmas...Harry."