AWDT: Can we go now?
Title: Now
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: D/H
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): A bit of dirty talk
Word count: 494
Teaser: Out of habit, Draco scanned the room for a sight of Harry. A frown darkened his features as he beheld his partner in animated conversation with another bloke.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written for the current AWDT, in which the prompt was Can we go now?
Summary: Harry hates fund raisers, and Draco hates competition.
"Can we go now?" asked Harry, leaning over to whisper in his lover's ear.
"We just got here," Draco hissed. "Besides, I want to mingle." So saying, he stepped away from his partner and made his way to the nearest cluster of guests.
Harry sighed. He hated these boring fund raisers, even if they were for charity. He didn't know why he and Draco couldn't just make a sizable contribution and be done with it. Oh, right. It was because Draco wanted to mingle. Harry helped himself to a glass of sparkling wine and settled in for what promised to be a long evening.
"Fancy meeting you here, Harry," came a low voice from his left.
Harry turned his head to see who was speaking. "Oliver!" he cried, delighted to see his old Hogwarts Quidditch captain. "What brings you to this function?" he asked.
"Puddlemere is quite involved in local charities," explained Wood.
Harry inquired after Oliver's professional playing career, and a grin lit his face as the other man regaled him with anecdotes and tales of his exploits.
Out of habit, Draco scanned the room for a sight of Harry. A frown darkened his features as he beheld his partner in animated conversation with another bloke. His scowl deepened as he realized the other man was Oliver Wood, Harry's one-time school age crush. "Excuse me," he muttered to the young witch with whom he'd been conversing. Setting down his own glass of wine, he threaded his way through the crowd. Reaching Harry's side, Draco placed his hand possessively at the small of his lover's back and glared at Oliver. "Wood," he greeted curtly.
"Malfoy," returned Oliver in a similarly frosty tone. "I was just inviting Harry, and you of course, to sit with me during the silent auction," he added, giving Harry a brief smile.
Harry perked up and opened his mouth, only to be cut off by Draco.
"Harry and I were just leaving," he interjected smoothly.
"Pity," drawled Oliver.
"But, you said..." Harry began, before Draco interrupted again.
"We're going now" insisted Draco firmly. He and Harry said their goodbyes and left the Hall.
It was only as they were headed to collect their cloaks that Harry spoke up. "Why the big hurry?" he asked. "I was just beginning to enjoy myself!"
Draco handed Harry his cloak and replied, "I had a sudden, basic urge to take you home and reclaim my territory," he stated quite frankly, allowing his eyes to sweep his lover's body.
Harry flushed and cleared his throat. "And just how do you plan to do that?" he rasped.
Draco stepped closer to him and whispered, "I'm going to shag you thoroughly, in every position imaginable, and I intend to leave love bites all over your throat, shoulders, thighs..."
He was interrupted by Harry demanding anxiously, "Can we go now?"
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: D/H
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): A bit of dirty talk
Word count: 494
Teaser: Out of habit, Draco scanned the room for a sight of Harry. A frown darkened his features as he beheld his partner in animated conversation with another bloke.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written for the current AWDT, in which the prompt was Can we go now?
Summary: Harry hates fund raisers, and Draco hates competition.
"Can we go now?" asked Harry, leaning over to whisper in his lover's ear.
"We just got here," Draco hissed. "Besides, I want to mingle." So saying, he stepped away from his partner and made his way to the nearest cluster of guests.
Harry sighed. He hated these boring fund raisers, even if they were for charity. He didn't know why he and Draco couldn't just make a sizable contribution and be done with it. Oh, right. It was because Draco wanted to mingle. Harry helped himself to a glass of sparkling wine and settled in for what promised to be a long evening.
"Fancy meeting you here, Harry," came a low voice from his left.
Harry turned his head to see who was speaking. "Oliver!" he cried, delighted to see his old Hogwarts Quidditch captain. "What brings you to this function?" he asked.
"Puddlemere is quite involved in local charities," explained Wood.
Harry inquired after Oliver's professional playing career, and a grin lit his face as the other man regaled him with anecdotes and tales of his exploits.
Out of habit, Draco scanned the room for a sight of Harry. A frown darkened his features as he beheld his partner in animated conversation with another bloke. His scowl deepened as he realized the other man was Oliver Wood, Harry's one-time school age crush. "Excuse me," he muttered to the young witch with whom he'd been conversing. Setting down his own glass of wine, he threaded his way through the crowd. Reaching Harry's side, Draco placed his hand possessively at the small of his lover's back and glared at Oliver. "Wood," he greeted curtly.
"Malfoy," returned Oliver in a similarly frosty tone. "I was just inviting Harry, and you of course, to sit with me during the silent auction," he added, giving Harry a brief smile.
Harry perked up and opened his mouth, only to be cut off by Draco.
"Harry and I were just leaving," he interjected smoothly.
"Pity," drawled Oliver.
"But, you said..." Harry began, before Draco interrupted again.
"We're going now" insisted Draco firmly. He and Harry said their goodbyes and left the Hall.
It was only as they were headed to collect their cloaks that Harry spoke up. "Why the big hurry?" he asked. "I was just beginning to enjoy myself!"
Draco handed Harry his cloak and replied, "I had a sudden, basic urge to take you home and reclaim my territory," he stated quite frankly, allowing his eyes to sweep his lover's body.
Harry flushed and cleared his throat. "And just how do you plan to do that?" he rasped.
Draco stepped closer to him and whispered, "I'm going to shag you thoroughly, in every position imaginable, and I intend to leave love bites all over your throat, shoulders, thighs..."
He was interrupted by Harry demanding anxiously, "Can we go now?"