The Arrangement (Part 7 of ?)
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fantasyfiend09Title: The Arrangement (7 of ?)
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fantasyfiend09
Word Count: 868
Rating: R (to be safe, so don't get your hopes up)
Prompt: Plum pudding
Warning: None
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.
Author's Notes: Unbetaed and I'm exhausted, so I hope it makes sense.
It took all of Harry's concentration to get his arms into his coat and his feet up the stairs and back to the street. He and Draco walked silently down the street to an alley where they could Disapparate, and Harry felt his cheeks heat as he offered his arm to Draco to side-along him back to Harry's cottage. Draco raised his eyebrow in reply.
“Are you sober enough to be Apparating? I don't fancy the thought of Splinching.”
Harry stopped to consider that. He usually did his drinking at places on the Floo network or at his own house. He had no idea if he were fit to Apparate.
“Leave it to me Potter. Nilly!”
A house-elf popped into being at Draco's side. Harry was pleased to note that she was wearing clothes, even though it was a Slytherin green dress with silver embroidery.
“What, no snake motif?” he teased.
Draco glared at him, but it lacked real heat. “It so happens that those are also the Malfoy colours. The only way I could get her to accept clothing at all was to make them emblems of my family.” Nilly had flinched at the word clothing but stayed standing straight and waiting for Draco's instructions. Harry suspected he was outvoted on the topic of house-elf rights—at least based on the glare Nilly gave him—so he stayed silent.
“Very good, Nilly. Would you please Apparate Mr Potter and me to Mr Potter's residence in Devon?”
Nilly nodded and reached out to hold each of them firmly around the forearm. With a loud crack, they were pushed through time and space until they landed easily on Harry's walkway, where the wind had died down but the snow still fell relentlessly.
“Thank you, Nilly.” The elf stepped back and bowed grandly before popping away again. Draco turned to Harry with a smug grin. “Here we are, all in one piece.”
Harry wanted to make a remark about how it was Nilly's accomplishment and not Draco's—and thus he shouldn't look smug—but the smug look stretched Draco's lips in a way that drew Harry's attention and they really were rather nice lips. Leaning forward, he pressed his own lips against them. Yes. Very nice. Soft and warm and not chapped. He heard Draco chuckle against his mouth before they deepened the kiss into something much less chaste.
They were pressed close together by the time Draco finally pulled back and suggested they move inside. Harry could see how inside was a good idea with the warmth and the flat surfaces, but he was still disappointed to have to pull away.
“Come on, Harry. Be a decent host and I'll reward you for it later.”
Harry's mind filled with wonderful ways Draco could reward him. As he took Draco's coat and hung it in the closet by his front door, he began offering every form of refreshment and sweet he could think of. He really hoped Draco didn't take him up on the crème brûlée—because Harry certainly didn't have any—but he did have a plum pudding and a tin of biscuits from his last visit to the Burrow.
Luckily Draco chose a glass of port and demanded a tour of Harry's cottage.
“But you were here for Hermione's surprise party!” It was a few years ago now, but Harry certainly hadn't forgotten Draco being in his house. Sometimes when he looked at his sofa, he still remembered Draco sitting on it and wondered if he ever would again. Now there was a chance he could sit on it with Draco. And do things together. “Want to sit?” He pointed at the sofa and tried not to frown when Draco shook his head.
“Harry, I am trying to get you to take me to bed. Show me your house. Show me your room. Get it?”
Oh. Well when he put it like that. He grabbed Draco's arm and pulled him towards the stairs. “Want to see my room?” He was probably grinning stupidly, even more so when Draco began climbing the stairs beside him.
They made it to the room—which Harry hoped Draco didn't find too dull with it's earth tones and simple furniture—before they went back to kissing again. Harry like that part: the kissing. Draco was very good at it, and it really should not have been a surprise that he was so good with his tongue.
They grew impatient rather quickly and broke apart to strip as fast as they could. Draco was probably trying to get naked first so he could gloat about being fastest. Harry didn't care so long as Draco got naked and then got back to touching.
Oh so much touching. Touching naked was even better. Naked touching with kissing and rubbing in bed was the best.
It wasn't that Harry had never done any of this before. He had. He'd done dating and relationships and sex, but everything with Draco had always been different and sex was no exception.
By the time they fell back against the bed, sweaty and sated, Harry was already imagining what they could do with the weeks before Christmas.
Part 8
Author:
fantasyfiend09Word Count: 868
Rating: R (to be safe, so don't get your hopes up)
Prompt: Plum pudding
Warning: None
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.
Author's Notes: Unbetaed and I'm exhausted, so I hope it makes sense.
It took all of Harry's concentration to get his arms into his coat and his feet up the stairs and back to the street. He and Draco walked silently down the street to an alley where they could Disapparate, and Harry felt his cheeks heat as he offered his arm to Draco to side-along him back to Harry's cottage. Draco raised his eyebrow in reply.
“Are you sober enough to be Apparating? I don't fancy the thought of Splinching.”
Harry stopped to consider that. He usually did his drinking at places on the Floo network or at his own house. He had no idea if he were fit to Apparate.
“Leave it to me Potter. Nilly!”
A house-elf popped into being at Draco's side. Harry was pleased to note that she was wearing clothes, even though it was a Slytherin green dress with silver embroidery.
“What, no snake motif?” he teased.
Draco glared at him, but it lacked real heat. “It so happens that those are also the Malfoy colours. The only way I could get her to accept clothing at all was to make them emblems of my family.” Nilly had flinched at the word clothing but stayed standing straight and waiting for Draco's instructions. Harry suspected he was outvoted on the topic of house-elf rights—at least based on the glare Nilly gave him—so he stayed silent.
“Very good, Nilly. Would you please Apparate Mr Potter and me to Mr Potter's residence in Devon?”
Nilly nodded and reached out to hold each of them firmly around the forearm. With a loud crack, they were pushed through time and space until they landed easily on Harry's walkway, where the wind had died down but the snow still fell relentlessly.
“Thank you, Nilly.” The elf stepped back and bowed grandly before popping away again. Draco turned to Harry with a smug grin. “Here we are, all in one piece.”
Harry wanted to make a remark about how it was Nilly's accomplishment and not Draco's—and thus he shouldn't look smug—but the smug look stretched Draco's lips in a way that drew Harry's attention and they really were rather nice lips. Leaning forward, he pressed his own lips against them. Yes. Very nice. Soft and warm and not chapped. He heard Draco chuckle against his mouth before they deepened the kiss into something much less chaste.
They were pressed close together by the time Draco finally pulled back and suggested they move inside. Harry could see how inside was a good idea with the warmth and the flat surfaces, but he was still disappointed to have to pull away.
“Come on, Harry. Be a decent host and I'll reward you for it later.”
Harry's mind filled with wonderful ways Draco could reward him. As he took Draco's coat and hung it in the closet by his front door, he began offering every form of refreshment and sweet he could think of. He really hoped Draco didn't take him up on the crème brûlée—because Harry certainly didn't have any—but he did have a plum pudding and a tin of biscuits from his last visit to the Burrow.
Luckily Draco chose a glass of port and demanded a tour of Harry's cottage.
“But you were here for Hermione's surprise party!” It was a few years ago now, but Harry certainly hadn't forgotten Draco being in his house. Sometimes when he looked at his sofa, he still remembered Draco sitting on it and wondered if he ever would again. Now there was a chance he could sit on it with Draco. And do things together. “Want to sit?” He pointed at the sofa and tried not to frown when Draco shook his head.
“Harry, I am trying to get you to take me to bed. Show me your house. Show me your room. Get it?”
Oh. Well when he put it like that. He grabbed Draco's arm and pulled him towards the stairs. “Want to see my room?” He was probably grinning stupidly, even more so when Draco began climbing the stairs beside him.
They made it to the room—which Harry hoped Draco didn't find too dull with it's earth tones and simple furniture—before they went back to kissing again. Harry like that part: the kissing. Draco was very good at it, and it really should not have been a surprise that he was so good with his tongue.
They grew impatient rather quickly and broke apart to strip as fast as they could. Draco was probably trying to get naked first so he could gloat about being fastest. Harry didn't care so long as Draco got naked and then got back to touching.
Oh so much touching. Touching naked was even better. Naked touching with kissing and rubbing in bed was the best.
It wasn't that Harry had never done any of this before. He had. He'd done dating and relationships and sex, but everything with Draco had always been different and sex was no exception.
By the time they fell back against the bed, sweaty and sated, Harry was already imagining what they could do with the weeks before Christmas.
Part 8
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Date: 2015-12-08 05:00 am (UTC)Yeah, that higher brain function shut down after Draco mentioned bed.
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Date: 2015-12-09 06:05 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-12-08 09:36 am (UTC)Loved the way you qualify your ‘R’ rating. I wanted to do that with mine :D And I agree that it’s just so hard to know what rating to use, particularly between PG, PG-13 and R.
I really love your Harry voice. I know I’ve said it before. He’s just so funny when he’s tipsy and focused getting some action with Draco. I loved how Harry offers crème brûlée in the hopes of being rewarded, thinking that Draco is engaging in a competition to disrobe the fastest, and that ‘Naked touching with kissing and rubbing in bed was the best.’ Lololol!
I also loved Draco’s exasperation when Harry offered him a seat. That line where he spells it out for Harry was the best!
I can’t wait for tomorrow’s.
Edit: I've just read your reply to my comment for part 6 and I had to tell you that I wrote this comment well before now. More of tipsy Harry, please! As long as it fits in with your plot, of course.
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Date: 2015-12-09 09:09 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-12-08 11:19 am (UTC)I admit, I didn't get it at first either. XD
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Date: 2015-12-09 09:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-12-26 09:25 am (UTC)Yes, it is!