Prompt 17
Author: confiteor_3
Title: Shoeless
Rating: NC17
Prompt: Number 17: ‘Sixth sense’
Date: 08/05/06
Summary: In which they go to the Cinema but not a whole lot of watching goes on. At least, not movie watching.
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Warning: Slash, smut, crack
Length: 1769
Note: Erm, yeah so this movie wasn’t out until 1999. Shush. It fits the prompt. Also written for _hpchallenge 'Picture'
Draco was annoyed. He didn’t want to watch some stupid muggle movie. Hogwarts was insane, what with letting that idiot muggle-loving Dumbledore be the headmaster. Of course he would decide all the students would get the ‘treat’ of going to a muggle cinema.
“What are we watching, again?” Draco asked, propping his feet on the seat in front of him and leaning his head back.
Pansy answered with, “Sixth Sense. Now, quiet. I want to watch it.”
Draco huffed and heard it echo in front of him. That wasn’t right. He squinted in the darkness and saw Harry in the seat in front of him, glaring at his feet. Then he shoved them off, making Draco jerk forward.
“Shut it,” Harry commanded before turning around, Ron patting him on the shoulder. Draco sneered. Just his luck that he had to sit behind Harry. The twat.
“Draco,” Vincent whispered gruffly. Once he had Draco’s attention he continued. “I don’t understand it.” He pointed his meaty finger at the screen up front.
Draco didn’t get it either but he wasn’t about to tell Vincent that. Gregory was looking over too now. It wouldn’t do for them to think he didn’t know something so he said, “It’s a picture. That moves.”
“Like wizard photographs?” Gregory asked, looking proud that he understood it.
Draco nodded. “Yes, like wizard photographs and wizard portraits, because they talk. Now watch the picture,” he commanded. They humbly did as told.
There was a snort from in front of him. Slowly Draco turned his head to look into Harry’s green eyes. “They are movies. Work on film. It is not a moving photograph,” he said smugly. Too smugly, Draco decided.
“Yeah, well. No one cares what you have to say. Turn your ugly face around so I don’t have to see it any longer.” He propped his feet back up on the chair but Harry grabbed one of his shoes, tore it off, and tossed it. Someone howled in pain, but it was too dark to see who.
“You twat! Go get my bloody shoe, now!” Draco commanded, tucking his sock-clad foot under him. Harry only laughed and turned in his seat. To Draco’s pleasure, Hermione hit him upside the head, hissing at him to behave.
A few minutes later, a shoe soured through the air and hit Vincent on the head. Draco snatched it back but wouldn’t put it on. Who knew what they did to it.
After watching the movie for a bit and being bored, Draco asked, “Is that guy coming on to the kid?”
Pansy rolled her eyes and elbowed him with a loud “Shh!” Harry, on the other hand, twisted in his seat again and smirked at him. “You’re really stupid, aren’t you?”
Draco didn’t get the question. It was a stupid question, that’s what it was. So having no response and because he really wanted to, Draco grabbed his shoe from Vincent’s lap and threw it. It hit Harry square in the forehead and fell at Draco’s feet. That time, Draco smirked.
Harry only gaped at him. Draco sneered, “Honestly, Potter. I couldn’t have knocked the last of your brain cells out, even if you have almost none. I didn’t hit you that hard.”
Ignoring Hermione’s hands trying to tug him back, and the hisses of their schoolmates to keep it down, Harry growled and climbed over the seat. But Hermione grabbed Harry’s foot and he ended up falling uncomfortably into Draco’s lap.
Over Harry’s shoulder, Draco tried glaring at Hermione, who shrugged at Harry’s shoe, dropped it on his vacant seat, and turned back to the movie, hissing, “Keep it quiet. And don’t fight, Harry. You’ll get thrown out.” Ron gave them an odd look before resuming watching the movie.
“Get off me,” Draco grunted, trying to shift so that Harry’s knee wasn’t pressing into his stomach. Harry moved but tripped over the soda on the floor and grabbed onto Draco for support, sending both of them onto the narrow, sticky floor between the seats.
Pansy shrieked and pulled her feet up. Vincent and Gregory moved down a few seats so Draco could lay his legs straight without hitting them.
“Guh,” Harry said from under Draco. Draco looked down at him. There was soda in his hair and little multi-colored candies all over the place. He placed his hand beside Harry’s head to hoist himself up but only slipped on the spilled drink. He moaned and raised his head from Harry’s neck.
“Bloody bastard. You tried that,” Draco accused. His face was so close to Harry that their noses were touching. Draco breath was fogging Harry’s glasses.
Harry yanked his glasses away from his face, forcing Draco to back his head away. He started to wipe them clean with his sleeve but Draco, on pure whim, knocked them away. Harry glared at him and tried hitting him but his hand just hit the underside of Pansy’s chair. Draco sniggered and poked him in the side.
But then Harry started to buck his hips up, probably trying to knock Draco off him. It only made Draco gasp at the sensation. Before he knew what he was doing, Draco was grinding down.
And it felt so good. He was hard and Harry was hardening below him as he stopped bucking and started thrusting, his hand curling around the leg of Pansy’s chair while the other found its way into Draco’s hair.
It wasn’t enough. Harry seemed content simply frotting against him so Draco took it into his own hands. He pressed their lips together, stilling Harry. That’s when he unbuttoned the Gryffindor’s trousers, pulling away from Harry’s mouth to watch his cock spring free as he slipped the trousers and pants down his arse.
Harry groaned and his face colored pink. Draco shimmied down Harry’s body so he could clamp his mouth around Harry’s straining cock, but his feet hit something and he chose to wrap his hand around it. Harry gasped and looked at him. Draco smirked.
He shimmied back up Harry’s body, letting his body skim the tip of Harry’s leaking cock, so their lips could connect. Draco trailed his tongue over Harry’s teeth, swallowing the odd puffs of breath that came in sync with the movements of his hand. Whenever Draco twisted just so, Harry would arch off the ground. He would have to remember that for later.
Draco froze. He realized what he had just thought but shrugged it off because Harry was rutting into his immobile hand and sucking on his tongue and it was too damn hot.
He used the fingers not connected to the hand set to work on Harry’s cock and slipped a few into Harry’s mouth. At first Harry just stared at him but then started sucking. Just watching made Draco pant. Harry’s cheeks hollowed out as he took Draco’s three fingers until his lips closed over Draco’s knuckles. Then he pushed them out, his tongue swirling between the digits only to repeat. Draco’s trousers were much too tight.
After a while of Draco contemplating how to get Harry to suck his cock when they were in suck a tight space, he pulled his fingers out and danced them over Harry’s balls, causing delicious sounds to mewl forth.
Harry snaked his hand not occupied by holding onto the chair under Draco’s shirt and rubbed cautiously at his left nipple. Draco leaned into in and Harry grew bolder, rolling the nub between his thumb and forefinger.
His nipple was pinched painfully when he shoved a finger up Harry’s arsehole, groaning from the pain of Harry’s fingers and the pleasure of his finger forcing entrance through the protesting muscles. Harry whimpered and scrapped his fingernails down Draco’s chest, making him shiver.
Draco gently pushed a second finger up Harry’s arse and slowly moved them in and out, grinning as Harry quivered beneath him. He hadn’t even realized his hand had stilled on Harry’s cock until Harry shifted his hips, trying to get more friction.
Then Draco was moving his hand fast, stopping only to plunge it into the sticky soda on the floor so he could move his hand without chaffing Harry. Suddenly, he was pulled down by Harry’s hand twisted in his shirt, and they were kissing hungrily, teeth clashing and tongues battling.
Harry gaped and let out a choked garble. His come spurted out onto Draco’s trousers. Headily, Harry opened his eyes and grinned at Draco, his hand brushing across Draco’s erection. That was all he needed to shoot his load in his pants.
The skin on Harry’s neck looked sweet with the skin coated in a thin sweat. Draco smiled back at him and licked his neck, pulling his fingers out of Harry’s arse.
Someone cleared their throat noisily.
Draco and Harry looked up. The first thing Draco saw was Pansy’s face. She was fanning herself with her hand and gaping with wide eyes at them. When Draco raised a questioning eyebrow she only smiled. But behind her was a man in the Cinema uniform he’d seen the people who he bought his soda from wearing.
“Oh Gods,” Harry murmured, pulling his trousers up and burying his face in Draco’s shoulder.
The man jerked his thumb at the door and said sternly, “You both are kicked out. You’re never allowed in this Cinema again.” He seemed to be fighting between different facial expressions and ended up with his left eye twitching, nose scrunched up.
Draco nodded and wiped his hand on the seat as he used it for leverage to get up. Abruptly, Harry closed his trousers, located his glasses, and followed him out of the Cinema. Draco shut the door behind them, closing off the Cinema and smirked at Harry from against the wall. The wind riffled through the front of Harry’s hair as the back was pasted to his head with soda.
Snape was making his way to the door and Draco said, not wishing to address the situation in front of his favorite professor, “You know, I have a sixth sense. And it’s more useful than that boy in the movie’s” At Harry’s skeptical look he leaned close and whispered against the shell of his ear, “Yes. It tells me you will want to do this again.”
“Oh, really?” But Harry smiled and pulled him in for a kiss. Draco almost didn’t mind the fact that he was covered in soda and candy, and missing a shoe. He decided Harry would just have to make it up to him later. Maybe he could get Harry to suck something other than his fingers.
Title: Shoeless
Rating: NC17
Prompt: Number 17: ‘Sixth sense’
Date: 08/05/06
Summary: In which they go to the Cinema but not a whole lot of watching goes on. At least, not movie watching.
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Warning: Slash, smut, crack
Length: 1769
Note: Erm, yeah so this movie wasn’t out until 1999. Shush. It fits the prompt. Also written for _hpchallenge 'Picture'
Draco was annoyed. He didn’t want to watch some stupid muggle movie. Hogwarts was insane, what with letting that idiot muggle-loving Dumbledore be the headmaster. Of course he would decide all the students would get the ‘treat’ of going to a muggle cinema.
“What are we watching, again?” Draco asked, propping his feet on the seat in front of him and leaning his head back.
Pansy answered with, “Sixth Sense. Now, quiet. I want to watch it.”
Draco huffed and heard it echo in front of him. That wasn’t right. He squinted in the darkness and saw Harry in the seat in front of him, glaring at his feet. Then he shoved them off, making Draco jerk forward.
“Shut it,” Harry commanded before turning around, Ron patting him on the shoulder. Draco sneered. Just his luck that he had to sit behind Harry. The twat.
“Draco,” Vincent whispered gruffly. Once he had Draco’s attention he continued. “I don’t understand it.” He pointed his meaty finger at the screen up front.
Draco didn’t get it either but he wasn’t about to tell Vincent that. Gregory was looking over too now. It wouldn’t do for them to think he didn’t know something so he said, “It’s a picture. That moves.”
“Like wizard photographs?” Gregory asked, looking proud that he understood it.
Draco nodded. “Yes, like wizard photographs and wizard portraits, because they talk. Now watch the picture,” he commanded. They humbly did as told.
There was a snort from in front of him. Slowly Draco turned his head to look into Harry’s green eyes. “They are movies. Work on film. It is not a moving photograph,” he said smugly. Too smugly, Draco decided.
“Yeah, well. No one cares what you have to say. Turn your ugly face around so I don’t have to see it any longer.” He propped his feet back up on the chair but Harry grabbed one of his shoes, tore it off, and tossed it. Someone howled in pain, but it was too dark to see who.
“You twat! Go get my bloody shoe, now!” Draco commanded, tucking his sock-clad foot under him. Harry only laughed and turned in his seat. To Draco’s pleasure, Hermione hit him upside the head, hissing at him to behave.
A few minutes later, a shoe soured through the air and hit Vincent on the head. Draco snatched it back but wouldn’t put it on. Who knew what they did to it.
After watching the movie for a bit and being bored, Draco asked, “Is that guy coming on to the kid?”
Pansy rolled her eyes and elbowed him with a loud “Shh!” Harry, on the other hand, twisted in his seat again and smirked at him. “You’re really stupid, aren’t you?”
Draco didn’t get the question. It was a stupid question, that’s what it was. So having no response and because he really wanted to, Draco grabbed his shoe from Vincent’s lap and threw it. It hit Harry square in the forehead and fell at Draco’s feet. That time, Draco smirked.
Harry only gaped at him. Draco sneered, “Honestly, Potter. I couldn’t have knocked the last of your brain cells out, even if you have almost none. I didn’t hit you that hard.”
Ignoring Hermione’s hands trying to tug him back, and the hisses of their schoolmates to keep it down, Harry growled and climbed over the seat. But Hermione grabbed Harry’s foot and he ended up falling uncomfortably into Draco’s lap.
Over Harry’s shoulder, Draco tried glaring at Hermione, who shrugged at Harry’s shoe, dropped it on his vacant seat, and turned back to the movie, hissing, “Keep it quiet. And don’t fight, Harry. You’ll get thrown out.” Ron gave them an odd look before resuming watching the movie.
“Get off me,” Draco grunted, trying to shift so that Harry’s knee wasn’t pressing into his stomach. Harry moved but tripped over the soda on the floor and grabbed onto Draco for support, sending both of them onto the narrow, sticky floor between the seats.
Pansy shrieked and pulled her feet up. Vincent and Gregory moved down a few seats so Draco could lay his legs straight without hitting them.
“Guh,” Harry said from under Draco. Draco looked down at him. There was soda in his hair and little multi-colored candies all over the place. He placed his hand beside Harry’s head to hoist himself up but only slipped on the spilled drink. He moaned and raised his head from Harry’s neck.
“Bloody bastard. You tried that,” Draco accused. His face was so close to Harry that their noses were touching. Draco breath was fogging Harry’s glasses.
Harry yanked his glasses away from his face, forcing Draco to back his head away. He started to wipe them clean with his sleeve but Draco, on pure whim, knocked them away. Harry glared at him and tried hitting him but his hand just hit the underside of Pansy’s chair. Draco sniggered and poked him in the side.
But then Harry started to buck his hips up, probably trying to knock Draco off him. It only made Draco gasp at the sensation. Before he knew what he was doing, Draco was grinding down.
And it felt so good. He was hard and Harry was hardening below him as he stopped bucking and started thrusting, his hand curling around the leg of Pansy’s chair while the other found its way into Draco’s hair.
It wasn’t enough. Harry seemed content simply frotting against him so Draco took it into his own hands. He pressed their lips together, stilling Harry. That’s when he unbuttoned the Gryffindor’s trousers, pulling away from Harry’s mouth to watch his cock spring free as he slipped the trousers and pants down his arse.
Harry groaned and his face colored pink. Draco shimmied down Harry’s body so he could clamp his mouth around Harry’s straining cock, but his feet hit something and he chose to wrap his hand around it. Harry gasped and looked at him. Draco smirked.
He shimmied back up Harry’s body, letting his body skim the tip of Harry’s leaking cock, so their lips could connect. Draco trailed his tongue over Harry’s teeth, swallowing the odd puffs of breath that came in sync with the movements of his hand. Whenever Draco twisted just so, Harry would arch off the ground. He would have to remember that for later.
Draco froze. He realized what he had just thought but shrugged it off because Harry was rutting into his immobile hand and sucking on his tongue and it was too damn hot.
He used the fingers not connected to the hand set to work on Harry’s cock and slipped a few into Harry’s mouth. At first Harry just stared at him but then started sucking. Just watching made Draco pant. Harry’s cheeks hollowed out as he took Draco’s three fingers until his lips closed over Draco’s knuckles. Then he pushed them out, his tongue swirling between the digits only to repeat. Draco’s trousers were much too tight.
After a while of Draco contemplating how to get Harry to suck his cock when they were in suck a tight space, he pulled his fingers out and danced them over Harry’s balls, causing delicious sounds to mewl forth.
Harry snaked his hand not occupied by holding onto the chair under Draco’s shirt and rubbed cautiously at his left nipple. Draco leaned into in and Harry grew bolder, rolling the nub between his thumb and forefinger.
His nipple was pinched painfully when he shoved a finger up Harry’s arsehole, groaning from the pain of Harry’s fingers and the pleasure of his finger forcing entrance through the protesting muscles. Harry whimpered and scrapped his fingernails down Draco’s chest, making him shiver.
Draco gently pushed a second finger up Harry’s arse and slowly moved them in and out, grinning as Harry quivered beneath him. He hadn’t even realized his hand had stilled on Harry’s cock until Harry shifted his hips, trying to get more friction.
Then Draco was moving his hand fast, stopping only to plunge it into the sticky soda on the floor so he could move his hand without chaffing Harry. Suddenly, he was pulled down by Harry’s hand twisted in his shirt, and they were kissing hungrily, teeth clashing and tongues battling.
Harry gaped and let out a choked garble. His come spurted out onto Draco’s trousers. Headily, Harry opened his eyes and grinned at Draco, his hand brushing across Draco’s erection. That was all he needed to shoot his load in his pants.
The skin on Harry’s neck looked sweet with the skin coated in a thin sweat. Draco smiled back at him and licked his neck, pulling his fingers out of Harry’s arse.
Someone cleared their throat noisily.
Draco and Harry looked up. The first thing Draco saw was Pansy’s face. She was fanning herself with her hand and gaping with wide eyes at them. When Draco raised a questioning eyebrow she only smiled. But behind her was a man in the Cinema uniform he’d seen the people who he bought his soda from wearing.
“Oh Gods,” Harry murmured, pulling his trousers up and burying his face in Draco’s shoulder.
The man jerked his thumb at the door and said sternly, “You both are kicked out. You’re never allowed in this Cinema again.” He seemed to be fighting between different facial expressions and ended up with his left eye twitching, nose scrunched up.
Draco nodded and wiped his hand on the seat as he used it for leverage to get up. Abruptly, Harry closed his trousers, located his glasses, and followed him out of the Cinema. Draco shut the door behind them, closing off the Cinema and smirked at Harry from against the wall. The wind riffled through the front of Harry’s hair as the back was pasted to his head with soda.
Snape was making his way to the door and Draco said, not wishing to address the situation in front of his favorite professor, “You know, I have a sixth sense. And it’s more useful than that boy in the movie’s” At Harry’s skeptical look he leaned close and whispered against the shell of his ear, “Yes. It tells me you will want to do this again.”
“Oh, really?” But Harry smiled and pulled him in for a kiss. Draco almost didn’t mind the fact that he was covered in soda and candy, and missing a shoe. He decided Harry would just have to make it up to him later. Maybe he could get Harry to suck something other than his fingers.