Ficlet: 'Gift' HP/DM R
Title - Gift
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - Soft R
Word Count - ~630
Infidelity Pairing - Harry/Draco
Established Pairings - Harry/Ginny, Draco/Astoria
Warnings - Infidelity, and a little swearing
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Ginny was stepping closer again, sure to see pictures of him in bed with another man if she just looked up a little.
Author's Notes - Told using prompt #14 Leather from my lover100 table, which can be found here. For Day 9 over at mmom
It was all Astoria's fault. Making increasingly wild demands as her suspicions grew her husband was fucking another woman, she had demanded a six month cruise, and Draco had faced taking her or divorce. Neither one of them was in a position where divorce was an option; too financially costly for Draco, and too emotionally costly for Harry himself. So Draco had gone, and Harry had been left at home, mourning something he had no right to mourn, behaving like the lovesick teenager he so often chided his children for being.
Then the package had come. He'd recognised not Draco's handwriting, disguised under a spell, but the small seal on the paper, a seal created exclusively for them. Harry had waited until Ginny and the kids were out before retiring to his study to open the gift.
The thick, heavy book was bound in leather, and Harry took a few moments to inhale the heady smell. It was a thing of beauty, pages edged in silver, and a silk page marker handing down an inch. Opening the cover, Harry traced his fingers over the inked words, no spell to disguise this handwriting as Draco dedicated the book to them. For his chilly exterior, Draco could have moments of such sheer tenderness they made Harry ache to touch him.
Harry read almost to the end of the inscription before curiosity overcame him, and he flicked onto one of the pages. It was a photo album, housing photos of them that Draco must have taken stealthily, when Harry was busy focusing on other things. There was that Slithering side, shining through.
As he watched their picture representations tossing in bed together, Harry reached down and undid his trousers, slipping his hand through the fabric to circle his hardening dick.
"Mum was ill so we came home early... what's that?" Ginny had an annoying habit of beginning her sentences before she was even in the room with him, so Harry had the benefit of a full explanation as to her early return before she cut off, looking at the book in his hand curiously.
There was no way he could hide the fact he was wanking, and no way he could stop her looking at the book. As she took another step into the room, Harry's heart lodged in his throat, beating wildly and out of rhythm. Everything hung in the balance because of him, not just his life but Draco's too, and Ginny was stepping closer again, sure to see pictures of him in bed with another man if she just looked up a little.
"For Merlin's sakes, between James' PlayWitch collection and your Quid ditch Babes, this house is overrun with tits and arses. At least put a locking charm on the door!"
She closed the door behind her, and Harry watched the blue hue of a locking charm wash over the stained oak, stunned. He looked down, and the photo album was still the photo album, expensive leather stretched tight over evidence of his infidelity.
Turning back to the front of the album, he saw the post script in Draco's neat handwriting.
I took the liberty of placing this under a glamour. I know how untidy you are with your belongings.
Harry's heart was beating hard enough to bruise his ribs, and he let the book fall onto the desk as he took his hand out of his trousers. That had been too close; this had to end.
The page it fell open to was another picture, this one of Draco bound up, giving over hard-won trust as Harry worked between his legs. Picking the book up again, Harry traced his fingers over the picture as his hand slid back into his trousers. He'd end it when Draco came home, for sure.
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - Soft R
Word Count - ~630
Infidelity Pairing - Harry/Draco
Established Pairings - Harry/Ginny, Draco/Astoria
Warnings - Infidelity, and a little swearing
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Ginny was stepping closer again, sure to see pictures of him in bed with another man if she just looked up a little.
Author's Notes - Told using prompt #14 Leather from my lover100 table, which can be found here. For Day 9 over at mmom
It was all Astoria's fault. Making increasingly wild demands as her suspicions grew her husband was fucking another woman, she had demanded a six month cruise, and Draco had faced taking her or divorce. Neither one of them was in a position where divorce was an option; too financially costly for Draco, and too emotionally costly for Harry himself. So Draco had gone, and Harry had been left at home, mourning something he had no right to mourn, behaving like the lovesick teenager he so often chided his children for being.
Then the package had come. He'd recognised not Draco's handwriting, disguised under a spell, but the small seal on the paper, a seal created exclusively for them. Harry had waited until Ginny and the kids were out before retiring to his study to open the gift.
The thick, heavy book was bound in leather, and Harry took a few moments to inhale the heady smell. It was a thing of beauty, pages edged in silver, and a silk page marker handing down an inch. Opening the cover, Harry traced his fingers over the inked words, no spell to disguise this handwriting as Draco dedicated the book to them. For his chilly exterior, Draco could have moments of such sheer tenderness they made Harry ache to touch him.
Harry read almost to the end of the inscription before curiosity overcame him, and he flicked onto one of the pages. It was a photo album, housing photos of them that Draco must have taken stealthily, when Harry was busy focusing on other things. There was that Slithering side, shining through.
As he watched their picture representations tossing in bed together, Harry reached down and undid his trousers, slipping his hand through the fabric to circle his hardening dick.
"Mum was ill so we came home early... what's that?" Ginny had an annoying habit of beginning her sentences before she was even in the room with him, so Harry had the benefit of a full explanation as to her early return before she cut off, looking at the book in his hand curiously.
There was no way he could hide the fact he was wanking, and no way he could stop her looking at the book. As she took another step into the room, Harry's heart lodged in his throat, beating wildly and out of rhythm. Everything hung in the balance because of him, not just his life but Draco's too, and Ginny was stepping closer again, sure to see pictures of him in bed with another man if she just looked up a little.
"For Merlin's sakes, between James' PlayWitch collection and your Quid ditch Babes, this house is overrun with tits and arses. At least put a locking charm on the door!"
She closed the door behind her, and Harry watched the blue hue of a locking charm wash over the stained oak, stunned. He looked down, and the photo album was still the photo album, expensive leather stretched tight over evidence of his infidelity.
Turning back to the front of the album, he saw the post script in Draco's neat handwriting.
I took the liberty of placing this under a glamour. I know how untidy you are with your belongings.
Harry's heart was beating hard enough to bruise his ribs, and he let the book fall onto the desk as he took his hand out of his trousers. That had been too close; this had to end.
The page it fell open to was another picture, this one of Draco bound up, giving over hard-won trust as Harry worked between his legs. Picking the book up again, Harry traced his fingers over the picture as his hand slid back into his trousers. He'd end it when Draco came home, for sure.