Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge #14
It's the first weekend in April, which means another of my Monthly Drabble Challenges. I'd like to change it up a bit for this month, in that I've made the prompt angsty, and it should be used as your last line. April's prompt is: Harry pointed his wand at Draco and uttered the killing curse. As always, longer fics and artwork are welcome. Please post your response in your own journal, or a community of your choice, and leave me a link in comments below. This challenge is open until Sunday, April 8, at 11:00pm CST. At that time, I'll post links to the responses and draw a name from among those participating to receive a drabble from me. Here's my own response:
Title: The End
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: Harry, Draco
Rating: PG13
Word count: 381
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Flagship entry to April's Monthly Drabble Challenge, with the prompt of Harry pointed his wand at Draco and uttered the killing curse.
Summary: They had to see it coming...
APRIL FOOL'S!!!
Aw, you all didn't really think I'd post an angsty prompt, did you? *guffaws* I've been thinking about what to do for an April Fool's prank, and I knew nothing could compare to last year's doozy, so this was the best I could do. I hope I got some of you! The real prompt for April is: Draco was wearing Harry's favorite _____. Again, feel free to fill in the blank. Ideally, I'd like this to be your opening line, but you can use it anywhere. Oh, and anybody who wants to get me back by using the angsty prompt will be banned from the drawing. *scowls around at the lot of you*
Now here's my actual entry:
Title: Scents and Sensibility
Pairing: H/D
Rating: R
Warning(s): Slash and smut
Word count: 381
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Flagship entry to April's Monthly Drabble Challenge, with the prompt of Draco was wearing Harry's favorite _____.
Summary: Harry is angry, but Draco has a surefire way to bring him around.
Draco was wearing Harry's favorite cologne. The scent was subtle, teasing the senses with an aroma reminiscent of rain-washed woods. Harry enjoyed it so much that he never failed to sidle close to Draco just to breathe in the intoxicating scent. Draco was anticipating that would happen this evening, as he suspected Harry was still angry about their argument earlier, and he was counting on a bout of mutually pleasurable sex to smooth things over.
When he heard the front door open and close quietly, Draco squared his shoulders and went to meet his lover in the front hall. "Let me take your cloak," he said, by way of greeting. Harry nodded coolly in response, but when Draco leaned close to take his cloak, he heard Harry draw in a deep breath. Draco turned toward the closet, but he was halted by a hand on his shoulder.
"Draco," Harry rumbled, tugging him close. He nuzzled Draco's neck and sighed in delight at the scent that teased his nostrils. His cock surged with sudden urgency, and with a growl, Harry's mouth fastened over his lover's in a hungry kiss. He didn't realize he'd moved until he and Draco hit the wall, and he was pressing the blond between it and his body.
Draco moaned in pleasure. This is what he'd been angling for, and his body was responding to Harry's possessiveness with a rush of desire. When Harry began pawing at his clothing, Draco made his first and only protest. "Bed," he croaked faintly.
"Can't wait," Harry growled, sinking to the floor and dragging Draco down with him.
~*~
Draco stretched languidly atop Harry's cloak, thankful he'd had the foresight to toss it to the floor before Harry had been on him and in him. The sex had been rough and raw and oh-so-good, but had it done the trick? Harry was still draped over him and didn't seem inclined to move any time soon. "So, all's forgiven then?" Draco rasped.
Harry finally rolled off his lover and sat up, eyeing the disheveled blond with interest. "I suppose so," he replied magnanimously. "Now let's take this to the bedroom and proceed with the make-up sex."
Title: The End
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: Harry, Draco
Rating: PG13
Word count: 381
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Flagship entry to April's Monthly Drabble Challenge, with the prompt of Harry pointed his wand at Draco and uttered the killing curse.
Summary: They had to see it coming...
APRIL FOOL'S!!!
Aw, you all didn't really think I'd post an angsty prompt, did you? *guffaws* I've been thinking about what to do for an April Fool's prank, and I knew nothing could compare to last year's doozy, so this was the best I could do. I hope I got some of you! The real prompt for April is: Draco was wearing Harry's favorite _____. Again, feel free to fill in the blank. Ideally, I'd like this to be your opening line, but you can use it anywhere. Oh, and anybody who wants to get me back by using the angsty prompt will be banned from the drawing. *scowls around at the lot of you*
Now here's my actual entry:
Title: Scents and Sensibility
Pairing: H/D
Rating: R
Warning(s): Slash and smut
Word count: 381
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Flagship entry to April's Monthly Drabble Challenge, with the prompt of Draco was wearing Harry's favorite _____.
Summary: Harry is angry, but Draco has a surefire way to bring him around.
Draco was wearing Harry's favorite cologne. The scent was subtle, teasing the senses with an aroma reminiscent of rain-washed woods. Harry enjoyed it so much that he never failed to sidle close to Draco just to breathe in the intoxicating scent. Draco was anticipating that would happen this evening, as he suspected Harry was still angry about their argument earlier, and he was counting on a bout of mutually pleasurable sex to smooth things over.
When he heard the front door open and close quietly, Draco squared his shoulders and went to meet his lover in the front hall. "Let me take your cloak," he said, by way of greeting. Harry nodded coolly in response, but when Draco leaned close to take his cloak, he heard Harry draw in a deep breath. Draco turned toward the closet, but he was halted by a hand on his shoulder.
"Draco," Harry rumbled, tugging him close. He nuzzled Draco's neck and sighed in delight at the scent that teased his nostrils. His cock surged with sudden urgency, and with a growl, Harry's mouth fastened over his lover's in a hungry kiss. He didn't realize he'd moved until he and Draco hit the wall, and he was pressing the blond between it and his body.
Draco moaned in pleasure. This is what he'd been angling for, and his body was responding to Harry's possessiveness with a rush of desire. When Harry began pawing at his clothing, Draco made his first and only protest. "Bed," he croaked faintly.
"Can't wait," Harry growled, sinking to the floor and dragging Draco down with him.
~*~
Draco stretched languidly atop Harry's cloak, thankful he'd had the foresight to toss it to the floor before Harry had been on him and in him. The sex had been rough and raw and oh-so-good, but had it done the trick? Harry was still draped over him and didn't seem inclined to move any time soon. "So, all's forgiven then?" Draco rasped.
Harry finally rolled off his lover and sat up, eyeing the disheveled blond with interest. "I suppose so," he replied magnanimously. "Now let's take this to the bedroom and proceed with the make-up sex."