Premature Celebration
Title: Premature Celebration
Author/Artist: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 935
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual content
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Written for:
♦ Birthday gift for kikimay, using the prompts - ring, sons, forbidden
♦ hd_fluff Prompt No. 157 - Bloom, Buzz
Summary: Professor Potter has an ulterior motive for luring Professor Malfoy into the Forbidden Forest.
It was Spring time, and even the Forbidden Forest seemed dressed for the occasion. Many of the trees and flowering bushes were in bloom, their scent chasing away the normally dank and damp odor of the forest detritus. The buzz of insects filled the air as honeybees and lacewing flies flitted about.
Professors Potter and Malfoy strolled along a familiar path, their shoulders bumping occasionally as they walked. Draco carried a basket, and he paused now and then to snip some plants to add to it.
"It's the weekend," said Harry, shaking his head as Draco stopped yet again and bent to clip some leaves from a blooming plant. He forgot what else he was going to say as he became distracted by the sight of Draco's arse, outlined quite nicely in his tailored trousers.
Draco straightened and turned to look back at Harry. "And your point is?" he asked with a raised brow.
Harry fumbled for a moment until he recalled himself. "Yes, my point is that we shouldn't be working," he said. "Have your students collect potion ingredients during the week."
"I am not bringing my students to the forest," Draco said. "Half of them would skive off to snog or worse, and the other half would manage to get eaten by something sinister."
Harry laughed at the absurdity of the idea. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
"Do tell, Harry."
"Your students are also my students, and I've taught them how to defend against the worst the forest can offer," Harry stated proudly.
"What about last week, when Finnigan's sons-"
Harry held up a hand to halt Draco's narrative. "They are Seamus' sons," he said.
Draco snickered. "Point to you, Harry. It's a wonder Finnigan survived his years at Hogwarts, and his offspring are bumbling along in his footsteps."
"They only spent the one night in the Infirmary," Harry noted. "They're fine now. Anyway, we were discussing your insistence on working when we're meant to be enjoying a picnic luncheon."
"We haven't reached the clearing yet."
Harry sighed and threw his hands up in defeat. "Fine, I'll go ahead and set up our picnic, while you continue picking posies."
"How will you ogle my arse if you're ahead of me?" drawled Draco.
Harry felt his face get warm. "Plonker," he muttered, shouldering his way past Draco and striding in the direction of the clearing. When Draco's laughter followed him, he couldn't help but grin.
~*~
"Mm, that was delightful, Harry," Draco murmured, sending a flash of heat straight to Harry's groin. "Aren't you happy I suggested it?"
"Huh?" Harry blinked at him. He shook his head and pulled a mock frown. "The picnic was my idea, wanker."
Draco smirked, pleased at getting a rise out Harry.
Harry cleared his throat and made a discreet adjustment. Draco was certainly able to get a rise out of him...
"Did you bring it?" asked Draco, reclining back on the blanket, braced on his elbows.
Harry thought of the item in his pocket, and his face fell. "How did you know?"
"I suspected you'd want to shag out here," Draco replied. "I trusted you to bring the lubricant."
"Oh! Hah! Lube, yes," Harry babbled. "It's, er, it's in the picnic hamper."
"Then what are we waiting for?" Draco asked, leaning over to snag the hamper and reach inside. He felt around and eventually withdrew his hand, a familiar bottle in his grasp. He set it aside, sat up, and pulled his cashmere jumper over his head and off.
Harry remained rooted to the spot. This wasn't going according to plan, but damned if he would tell Draco to stop disrobing.
"Are you a spectator, or a participant?"
Harry blinked once more and then began tearing his own clothing off.
~*~
"Mm, that was delightful, Draco."
"Aren't you happy I suggested it?"
"Berk," Harry snorted, drawing patterns on Draco's bare hip. "I lured you out here for something other than lunch and a shag," he admitted. "I was hoping it would be a celebratory shag."
Draco propped himself up on one arm. "Oh? Have you finally ousted McGonagall and taken over as Headmaster?"
"Of course not!"
"You're scared of her, aren't you?" taunted Draco.
"Yes," Harry admitted without shame. "Don't try to claim you aren't terrified of her."
They shared a nervous laugh before Harry returned to the topic at hand. "I...have a question for you," he said, sitting up. He leaned away from Draco, stretching for his cast-off clothing, and suffering a pinch to the bum.
"Ow!" Harry yelped, turning to scowl at Draco as he rubbed his abused cheek. He retrieved the item he'd secreted in his pocket, angling his body to keep it from Draco's view. "I...ahem...would you...that is..."
"Spit it out, Harry."
"Here," Harry blurted, thrusting the velvet box into Draco's hand.
Draco looked at it, then raised his eyes to Harry. He appeared utterly flummoxed. "Is this...?"
"Open it," Harry rasped.
Draco did so, his breath catching at the sight of the platinum ring nestled inside.
Harry scooted closer. "Will you-"
"Yes."
"...marry...you will?"
"I just said as much, did I not?" Draco asked him archly. He then smiled and extended the box to Harry. "Well, put it on me, and let's make it official."
Harry swooped in a pressed a quick, hard kiss to Draco's lips before he plucked the ring from its box and placed it reverently on Draco's finger.
"We should celebrate with a shag," he murmured.
"Hm, too bad we already indulged in a...premature celebration."
Harry laughed, the sound happy and free. "Give me a few minutes, and we can celebrate our engagement properly."
Proper Celebration
Author/Artist: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 935
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual content
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Written for:
♦ Birthday gift for kikimay, using the prompts - ring, sons, forbidden
♦ hd_fluff Prompt No. 157 - Bloom, Buzz
Summary: Professor Potter has an ulterior motive for luring Professor Malfoy into the Forbidden Forest.
It was Spring time, and even the Forbidden Forest seemed dressed for the occasion. Many of the trees and flowering bushes were in bloom, their scent chasing away the normally dank and damp odor of the forest detritus. The buzz of insects filled the air as honeybees and lacewing flies flitted about.
Professors Potter and Malfoy strolled along a familiar path, their shoulders bumping occasionally as they walked. Draco carried a basket, and he paused now and then to snip some plants to add to it.
"It's the weekend," said Harry, shaking his head as Draco stopped yet again and bent to clip some leaves from a blooming plant. He forgot what else he was going to say as he became distracted by the sight of Draco's arse, outlined quite nicely in his tailored trousers.
Draco straightened and turned to look back at Harry. "And your point is?" he asked with a raised brow.
Harry fumbled for a moment until he recalled himself. "Yes, my point is that we shouldn't be working," he said. "Have your students collect potion ingredients during the week."
"I am not bringing my students to the forest," Draco said. "Half of them would skive off to snog or worse, and the other half would manage to get eaten by something sinister."
Harry laughed at the absurdity of the idea. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
"Do tell, Harry."
"Your students are also my students, and I've taught them how to defend against the worst the forest can offer," Harry stated proudly.
"What about last week, when Finnigan's sons-"
Harry held up a hand to halt Draco's narrative. "They are Seamus' sons," he said.
Draco snickered. "Point to you, Harry. It's a wonder Finnigan survived his years at Hogwarts, and his offspring are bumbling along in his footsteps."
"They only spent the one night in the Infirmary," Harry noted. "They're fine now. Anyway, we were discussing your insistence on working when we're meant to be enjoying a picnic luncheon."
"We haven't reached the clearing yet."
Harry sighed and threw his hands up in defeat. "Fine, I'll go ahead and set up our picnic, while you continue picking posies."
"How will you ogle my arse if you're ahead of me?" drawled Draco.
Harry felt his face get warm. "Plonker," he muttered, shouldering his way past Draco and striding in the direction of the clearing. When Draco's laughter followed him, he couldn't help but grin.
~*~
"Mm, that was delightful, Harry," Draco murmured, sending a flash of heat straight to Harry's groin. "Aren't you happy I suggested it?"
"Huh?" Harry blinked at him. He shook his head and pulled a mock frown. "The picnic was my idea, wanker."
Draco smirked, pleased at getting a rise out Harry.
Harry cleared his throat and made a discreet adjustment. Draco was certainly able to get a rise out of him...
"Did you bring it?" asked Draco, reclining back on the blanket, braced on his elbows.
Harry thought of the item in his pocket, and his face fell. "How did you know?"
"I suspected you'd want to shag out here," Draco replied. "I trusted you to bring the lubricant."
"Oh! Hah! Lube, yes," Harry babbled. "It's, er, it's in the picnic hamper."
"Then what are we waiting for?" Draco asked, leaning over to snag the hamper and reach inside. He felt around and eventually withdrew his hand, a familiar bottle in his grasp. He set it aside, sat up, and pulled his cashmere jumper over his head and off.
Harry remained rooted to the spot. This wasn't going according to plan, but damned if he would tell Draco to stop disrobing.
"Are you a spectator, or a participant?"
Harry blinked once more and then began tearing his own clothing off.
~*~
"Mm, that was delightful, Draco."
"Aren't you happy I suggested it?"
"Berk," Harry snorted, drawing patterns on Draco's bare hip. "I lured you out here for something other than lunch and a shag," he admitted. "I was hoping it would be a celebratory shag."
Draco propped himself up on one arm. "Oh? Have you finally ousted McGonagall and taken over as Headmaster?"
"Of course not!"
"You're scared of her, aren't you?" taunted Draco.
"Yes," Harry admitted without shame. "Don't try to claim you aren't terrified of her."
They shared a nervous laugh before Harry returned to the topic at hand. "I...have a question for you," he said, sitting up. He leaned away from Draco, stretching for his cast-off clothing, and suffering a pinch to the bum.
"Ow!" Harry yelped, turning to scowl at Draco as he rubbed his abused cheek. He retrieved the item he'd secreted in his pocket, angling his body to keep it from Draco's view. "I...ahem...would you...that is..."
"Spit it out, Harry."
"Here," Harry blurted, thrusting the velvet box into Draco's hand.
Draco looked at it, then raised his eyes to Harry. He appeared utterly flummoxed. "Is this...?"
"Open it," Harry rasped.
Draco did so, his breath catching at the sight of the platinum ring nestled inside.
Harry scooted closer. "Will you-"
"Yes."
"...marry...you will?"
"I just said as much, did I not?" Draco asked him archly. He then smiled and extended the box to Harry. "Well, put it on me, and let's make it official."
Harry swooped in a pressed a quick, hard kiss to Draco's lips before he plucked the ring from its box and placed it reverently on Draco's finger.
"We should celebrate with a shag," he murmured.
"Hm, too bad we already indulged in a...premature celebration."
Harry laughed, the sound happy and free. "Give me a few minutes, and we can celebrate our engagement properly."
Proper Celebration