Undone
Challenge number: Two
Username: confiteor_3
Title: Undone
Rating: PG
Warnings: little swearing
Length: 415
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Notes: HBP, chapter 15, page 324 (U.S. eddition).
“I know what you’re up to! You want to steal my glory!”
There was another pause, then Snape said coldly, “You are speaking like a child. I quiet understand that your father’s capture and imprisonment has upset you, but --”
There were quick footsteps and Harry was just able to fling away from the opening door. Malfoy rushed out, slamming the door behind him. Harry tried to dart out of the way but tripped over his invisibility cloak, causing him to stumble in front of where Malfoy was heading. Sure enough, Malfoy bumped into him.
“What the…” he muttered. He reached out and a hand snagged in the cloak. Malfoy pulled it off, leaving Harry out in the open. Eyes glinting, Malfoy growled “Potter.”
Harry tried to grab his cloak back, but then there were more footsteps coming from behind the shut door. Malfoy glared at it then looked at Harry.
The wall came into contact with Harry’s head as Malfoy flung him onto it. Harry tried protesting about being handled so forcefully, but Malfoy was really close to his face and then -- oh God -- Malfoy was kissing him. Harry tried to do something -- really, he did -- but his mind wasn’t working. Malfoy’s tongue was shoving into his mouth and Malfoy’s nails were digging into his shoulders.
A door shut. There was a strangled gasp, but Harry was having a lot of trouble concentrating on that and who it would be. Malfoy tangled a hand in his hair and tugged roughly, exposing his neck. Then Malfoy was nipping and sucking there, and Harry closed his eyes, unable to register anything that wasn’t sensations.
“Draco!” a sharp, familiar voice snapped. Malfoy pulled away and tugged once more on Harry’s hair, making him gurgle.
“I can do whatever the fuck I want and I don’t need your permission to do so. Nor do I need to notify you,” Malfoy snarled to Snape, who Harry just realized was the one that had walked out of the room. Then Malfoy swept down the hall, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.
Harry’s legs gave out and he sunk to the floor. His hand came up to touch his bruised lips as he watched Malfoy walk away. Once he turned the corner, Snape sneered down at Harry. “Twenty points from Gryffindor.” And then he too left.
Harry didn’t care at the moment about how unfair that was, because he still couldn’t concentrate on anything.
Username: confiteor_3
Title: Undone
Rating: PG
Warnings: little swearing
Length: 415
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Notes: HBP, chapter 15, page 324 (U.S. eddition).
“I know what you’re up to! You want to steal my glory!”
There was another pause, then Snape said coldly, “You are speaking like a child. I quiet understand that your father’s capture and imprisonment has upset you, but --”
There were quick footsteps and Harry was just able to fling away from the opening door. Malfoy rushed out, slamming the door behind him. Harry tried to dart out of the way but tripped over his invisibility cloak, causing him to stumble in front of where Malfoy was heading. Sure enough, Malfoy bumped into him.
“What the…” he muttered. He reached out and a hand snagged in the cloak. Malfoy pulled it off, leaving Harry out in the open. Eyes glinting, Malfoy growled “Potter.”
Harry tried to grab his cloak back, but then there were more footsteps coming from behind the shut door. Malfoy glared at it then looked at Harry.
The wall came into contact with Harry’s head as Malfoy flung him onto it. Harry tried protesting about being handled so forcefully, but Malfoy was really close to his face and then -- oh God -- Malfoy was kissing him. Harry tried to do something -- really, he did -- but his mind wasn’t working. Malfoy’s tongue was shoving into his mouth and Malfoy’s nails were digging into his shoulders.
A door shut. There was a strangled gasp, but Harry was having a lot of trouble concentrating on that and who it would be. Malfoy tangled a hand in his hair and tugged roughly, exposing his neck. Then Malfoy was nipping and sucking there, and Harry closed his eyes, unable to register anything that wasn’t sensations.
“Draco!” a sharp, familiar voice snapped. Malfoy pulled away and tugged once more on Harry’s hair, making him gurgle.
“I can do whatever the fuck I want and I don’t need your permission to do so. Nor do I need to notify you,” Malfoy snarled to Snape, who Harry just realized was the one that had walked out of the room. Then Malfoy swept down the hall, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.
Harry’s legs gave out and he sunk to the floor. His hand came up to touch his bruised lips as he watched Malfoy walk away. Once he turned the corner, Snape sneered down at Harry. “Twenty points from Gryffindor.” And then he too left.
Harry didn’t care at the moment about how unfair that was, because he still couldn’t concentrate on anything.