He's Up To Something
Title: He’s Up To Something
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, but I think I'm nicer to them than she is.
Authors Notes: All three drabbles correspond to both hd100’s prompt of “game” and dracoharry100’s prompt of “tongue”.
When Hermione told Harry she thought Draco Malfoy was up to something, he wasn’t surprised. Annoyed, yes; he’d defended Malfoy since the war ended, and he hated the idea of another betrayal. Saddened, yes; he’d been rather hoping that he and Malfoy might get beyond being adversaries and acquaintances - recently every time they met there was that mixture of embarrassed awkwardness and over-eager flirtation that spoke of a crush. But Harry wasn’t surprised.
What did surprise him was what Hermione said next.
“You always beat his mind-games, got past his silver tongue. You can help, find out what he’s plotting.”
~*~
Harry had protested, but nobody defeated Hermione on a mission. He’d quickly come up with a way to uncover Draco’s scheme: ask him out, then get him drunk. Unfortunately, Harry had forgotten his plan embarrassingly quickly. It didn’t come back to him until he was spreading Draco’s legs.
Of course, now he had a way to make Draco come undone...
Harry trailed his tongue up Draco’s cock, eyes on Draco’s blown ones, then swallowed it. He concentrated on Draco’s litany of moans; just as he judged Draco ready to come, he pulled off.
“No games, Draco. What are you planning?”
~*~
At first, Draco couldn’t work out why Harry’s mouth had been cruelly removed. When he did, he exploded.
“So this is all some twisted interrogation technique? Some sick game?”
“No!” Harry protested, holding down a now furiously struggling Draco. “You’ve been sneaking through the Auror files and I had to find out why! I do like you, though!”
Draco glared up at him. “I like you too!” he spat. “I just wanted to research what you like before I asked you out!”
“Oh.” Harry’s face went soft.
Draco graciously allowed Harry to make it up to him.
With his tongue.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, but I think I'm nicer to them than she is.
Authors Notes: All three drabbles correspond to both hd100’s prompt of “game” and dracoharry100’s prompt of “tongue”.
When Hermione told Harry she thought Draco Malfoy was up to something, he wasn’t surprised. Annoyed, yes; he’d defended Malfoy since the war ended, and he hated the idea of another betrayal. Saddened, yes; he’d been rather hoping that he and Malfoy might get beyond being adversaries and acquaintances - recently every time they met there was that mixture of embarrassed awkwardness and over-eager flirtation that spoke of a crush. But Harry wasn’t surprised.
What did surprise him was what Hermione said next.
“You always beat his mind-games, got past his silver tongue. You can help, find out what he’s plotting.”
~*~
Harry had protested, but nobody defeated Hermione on a mission. He’d quickly come up with a way to uncover Draco’s scheme: ask him out, then get him drunk. Unfortunately, Harry had forgotten his plan embarrassingly quickly. It didn’t come back to him until he was spreading Draco’s legs.
Of course, now he had a way to make Draco come undone...
Harry trailed his tongue up Draco’s cock, eyes on Draco’s blown ones, then swallowed it. He concentrated on Draco’s litany of moans; just as he judged Draco ready to come, he pulled off.
“No games, Draco. What are you planning?”
~*~
At first, Draco couldn’t work out why Harry’s mouth had been cruelly removed. When he did, he exploded.
“So this is all some twisted interrogation technique? Some sick game?”
“No!” Harry protested, holding down a now furiously struggling Draco. “You’ve been sneaking through the Auror files and I had to find out why! I do like you, though!”
Draco glared up at him. “I like you too!” he spat. “I just wanted to research what you like before I asked you out!”
“Oh.” Harry’s face went soft.
Draco graciously allowed Harry to make it up to him.
With his tongue.