Celebrating Survival
Title: Celebrating Survival Follows Preparing to Celebrate
Author/Artist: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 365
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual suggestion
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: hogwarts365 Prompt 343 - lenient, lethal
Summary: Harry and Draco get the Headmistress' blessing.
Harry strove to maintain a stiff upper lip when the Headmistress glowered at them over the rim of her half-moon glasses.
"There is no precedent, gentlemen," she said. "The issue has never been broached before."
"Then there shouldn't be any rules against it," Harry said brightly. He quailed a bit when Minerva's scowl turned lethal. Beside him, Draco remained silent, probably in an attempt not to draw the wrath of the Headmistress down on himself.
"You can afford to be lenient, Minerva," Dumbledore tutted from his frame.
Minerva leaned back, her features giving nothing away as she considered. "While it's true that we've never had married professors sharing quarters at Hogwarts before, it's also true that there is nothing saying we cannot," she finally said. Leveling another stern glare on Harry and Draco, she added, "You will maintain separate quarters until after you are married, and even then, I expect the two of you to be discreet. That means no canoodling in the courtyard, nor snogging in the stairwells. Is that clear?"
"Yes, ma'am," they both chirped.
Minerva's expression softened. "Congratulations, you two," she said with a smile.
Once they returned to his quarters, Harry collapsed onto the sofa in his sitting room and exhaled. "That went well."
"Well?!" bleated Draco. "I feared she would murder us and feed us to the squid!"
"We're still alive, and she gave us her blessing," countered Harry. "As far as I'm concerned, it went well. We should celebrate," he added with a leer.
"Celebrate?!" Draco cried. "After enduring the Headmistress' disapproval, I may never be able to celebrate again."
"Shall I kiss your willy and make it better?"
One blond brow rose.
Harry considered it a good sign. If he could get a rise out of Draco's brow, surely he could get a rise out of his fiance's other parts.
"I'll never say no to a kiss on the willy," Draco drawled, reaching for his belt buckle.
Harry chuckled. "No, I don't imagine you would."
Draco tugged his zip down. "What are we celebrating this time?"
"The fact that we survived the Wrath of McGonagall."
"Ah, yes," said Draco. "A most notable achievement. Very well, Harry. Get busy."
Author/Artist: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 365
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual suggestion
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: hogwarts365 Prompt 343 - lenient, lethal
Summary: Harry and Draco get the Headmistress' blessing.
Harry strove to maintain a stiff upper lip when the Headmistress glowered at them over the rim of her half-moon glasses.
"There is no precedent, gentlemen," she said. "The issue has never been broached before."
"Then there shouldn't be any rules against it," Harry said brightly. He quailed a bit when Minerva's scowl turned lethal. Beside him, Draco remained silent, probably in an attempt not to draw the wrath of the Headmistress down on himself.
"You can afford to be lenient, Minerva," Dumbledore tutted from his frame.
Minerva leaned back, her features giving nothing away as she considered. "While it's true that we've never had married professors sharing quarters at Hogwarts before, it's also true that there is nothing saying we cannot," she finally said. Leveling another stern glare on Harry and Draco, she added, "You will maintain separate quarters until after you are married, and even then, I expect the two of you to be discreet. That means no canoodling in the courtyard, nor snogging in the stairwells. Is that clear?"
"Yes, ma'am," they both chirped.
Minerva's expression softened. "Congratulations, you two," she said with a smile.
Once they returned to his quarters, Harry collapsed onto the sofa in his sitting room and exhaled. "That went well."
"Well?!" bleated Draco. "I feared she would murder us and feed us to the squid!"
"We're still alive, and she gave us her blessing," countered Harry. "As far as I'm concerned, it went well. We should celebrate," he added with a leer.
"Celebrate?!" Draco cried. "After enduring the Headmistress' disapproval, I may never be able to celebrate again."
"Shall I kiss your willy and make it better?"
One blond brow rose.
Harry considered it a good sign. If he could get a rise out of Draco's brow, surely he could get a rise out of his fiance's other parts.
"I'll never say no to a kiss on the willy," Draco drawled, reaching for his belt buckle.
Harry chuckled. "No, I don't imagine you would."
Draco tugged his zip down. "What are we celebrating this time?"
"The fact that we survived the Wrath of McGonagall."
"Ah, yes," said Draco. "A most notable achievement. Very well, Harry. Get busy."