Sprawling Out Party
Title: Sprawling Out Party
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
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 #184 - on stage, scar
Summary: Harry leads the way to Gryffindor. Follows Peeping Out Party.
Malfoy sighed and threw his hands up in the air. "You win, Scar Head," he said. "We'll go to Gryffindor."
It was only through sheer effort of will that Harry managed not to whoop in glee. He knew he'd be much more comfortable in familiar surroundings, and he was keen to see Malfoy sprawled out on his burgundy sheets.
"Let's go," said Harry, eager to shag Malfoy again. He allowed Malfoy to lead the way out of the dungeons, but once they reached the second floor, Harry barged past him and took the lead. He all but ran up the stairs, until shortness of breath and Malfoy's complaints finally slowed him down.
"If you're in such a bloody hurry, Potter, why don't we just boff in a convenient alcove?"
Harry stopped and turned around. "Where's an alcove?"
"I was taking the piss," snapped Malfoy. "I'm not shagging you or anyone else in an alcove."
Harry wanted to snark back at him, but he restrained himself. Exchanging insults with Malfoy was not nearly as satisfying as exchanging bodily fluids. Harry did his best to defuse the situation. "I was taking the piss, too," he said. "I knew you weren't serious, and believe me, I'd much rather have a bed and some privacy for what I have in mind. Now, are you coming or not?"
Malfoy relaxed, and his lips quirked up in one of his trademark smirks. "Are you sure you don't want to shag on stage?" he taunted. "I thought you enjoyed putting on a show."
"In Quidditch, yeah," Harry replied. "When it comes to sex, not so much. Let's stop faffing about. If we wait much longer, the entire party is going to be over, and everyone will be heading back to the common rooms and the dorms."
Malfoy obediently began following Harry again, nimbly leaping from one moving staircase to another. "What time is it, anyway?" he asked.
"Time to shag," Harry responded promptly. He grinned when he heard Malfoy make a scoffing noise behind him. Harry halted at the portrait of the Fat Lady.
Her eyes cut to Malfoy. "Did you know there's a Slytherin following you?" she asked, sniffing in disapproval.
Fluttering Out Party
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
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 #184 - on stage, scar
Summary: Harry leads the way to Gryffindor. Follows Peeping Out Party.
Malfoy sighed and threw his hands up in the air. "You win, Scar Head," he said. "We'll go to Gryffindor."
It was only through sheer effort of will that Harry managed not to whoop in glee. He knew he'd be much more comfortable in familiar surroundings, and he was keen to see Malfoy sprawled out on his burgundy sheets.
"Let's go," said Harry, eager to shag Malfoy again. He allowed Malfoy to lead the way out of the dungeons, but once they reached the second floor, Harry barged past him and took the lead. He all but ran up the stairs, until shortness of breath and Malfoy's complaints finally slowed him down.
"If you're in such a bloody hurry, Potter, why don't we just boff in a convenient alcove?"
Harry stopped and turned around. "Where's an alcove?"
"I was taking the piss," snapped Malfoy. "I'm not shagging you or anyone else in an alcove."
Harry wanted to snark back at him, but he restrained himself. Exchanging insults with Malfoy was not nearly as satisfying as exchanging bodily fluids. Harry did his best to defuse the situation. "I was taking the piss, too," he said. "I knew you weren't serious, and believe me, I'd much rather have a bed and some privacy for what I have in mind. Now, are you coming or not?"
Malfoy relaxed, and his lips quirked up in one of his trademark smirks. "Are you sure you don't want to shag on stage?" he taunted. "I thought you enjoyed putting on a show."
"In Quidditch, yeah," Harry replied. "When it comes to sex, not so much. Let's stop faffing about. If we wait much longer, the entire party is going to be over, and everyone will be heading back to the common rooms and the dorms."
Malfoy obediently began following Harry again, nimbly leaping from one moving staircase to another. "What time is it, anyway?" he asked.
"Time to shag," Harry responded promptly. He grinned when he heard Malfoy make a scoffing noise behind him. Harry halted at the portrait of the Fat Lady.
Her eyes cut to Malfoy. "Did you know there's a Slytherin following you?" she asked, sniffing in disapproval.
Fluttering Out Party