Odd Turn On
Challenge Number: Two
Username: confiteor_3
Title: Odd Turn On
Rating: PG13
Warnings: mature themes
Length: 566
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Notes: HBP, chapter 19, page 412 (U.S. eddition).
“Where’re you going?” Harry demanded.
“Yeah, I’m really going to tell you, because it’s your business, Potter,” sneered Malfoy. “You’d better hurry up, they’ll be waiting for ‘the Chosen Captain’ -- ‘the Boy Who Scored’ -- whatever they call you these days.”
The blond girl giggled, appearing very uncomfortable. She looked at Malfoy, as if asking what she should do. The girl’s friend seemed interested in staring at her own breasts. Malfoy rolled his eyes at the blond girl and she frowned, giving Harry a scared look.
Malfoy started to walk away, motioning for the girls to follow. They did unwillingly. Was Malfoy forcing them to go with him? “Are you going to rape them?” Harry asked, walking with them.
The blond girl laughed while her friend looked at him as if he had grown a tail. Malfoy gave him a look. “Why, do you get off on that? Want to watch?” Harry spluttered. Malfoy continued, “Or would you rather I rape you? Does that turn you on?”
“Erm,” Harry muttered, eyes wide. He pointed in the opposite direction. “Got to go.” He started to stumble off but Malfoy swooped after him, a strange glint in his eyes. Harry stopped and allowed himself to be backed against the wall.
The moment Harry’s back hit the stone wall, Malfoy opened his mouth and spoke headily, “Would you rather I shove you against the wall?” With that Malfoy pinned Harry’s wrists, tightening his grip and leaning in so his lips brushed against the shell of Harry’s ear. Harry would have shoved him, really, but then Malfoy started talking again, and Harry could only imagine everything he was describing.
“And then I lick a path from your ear to your neck to your mouth, where I push through your protesting lips, swallowing your yells. While you struggle and kick out at me, I tear your trousers and pants off in one fluid motion, leaving you hard and aching. Because you’re a pervert, like that, aren’t you, Potter?” Swiftly he pressed against Harry’s body, making him moan. Harry tried shaking his head that no he wasn’t a pervert. That he wasn’t growing hard at the words Malfoy said, but Malfoy seemed to figure it out for his own, because he smirked and pushed their hips together out of spite. Harry was busy trying to will his erection down to notice if Malfoy was arroused.
One of the girls cleared her throat. Malfoy yanked back from Harry, his breath ghosting across flushed skin. They stared into each other’s eyes for a second before Malfoy winced and backed up. Harry pulled his cloak in front of him, ashamed of his erection.
“Well,” Malfoy said, eyes not quite meeting Harry’s face, “Too bad for you I don’t rape people.”
Harry nodded dumbly. He watched Malfoy walk away, the two girls following, looking confused. In the distance, he heard cheering, informing him that the game was commencing. He was late. Harry darted his eyes between the window and Malfoy’s rapidly disappearing back, trying to decide if he should go after him for…something. He didn’t know what.
But Malfoy rounded the corner, and his teammates were going to kill him. He ran the whole way down to the Quidditch pitch. By the time he arrived, his erection was gone. He vowed not to think about Malfoy during the game, but he thought anyway.
Username: confiteor_3
Title: Odd Turn On
Rating: PG13
Warnings: mature themes
Length: 566
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Notes: HBP, chapter 19, page 412 (U.S. eddition).
“Where’re you going?” Harry demanded.
“Yeah, I’m really going to tell you, because it’s your business, Potter,” sneered Malfoy. “You’d better hurry up, they’ll be waiting for ‘the Chosen Captain’ -- ‘the Boy Who Scored’ -- whatever they call you these days.”
The blond girl giggled, appearing very uncomfortable. She looked at Malfoy, as if asking what she should do. The girl’s friend seemed interested in staring at her own breasts. Malfoy rolled his eyes at the blond girl and she frowned, giving Harry a scared look.
Malfoy started to walk away, motioning for the girls to follow. They did unwillingly. Was Malfoy forcing them to go with him? “Are you going to rape them?” Harry asked, walking with them.
The blond girl laughed while her friend looked at him as if he had grown a tail. Malfoy gave him a look. “Why, do you get off on that? Want to watch?” Harry spluttered. Malfoy continued, “Or would you rather I rape you? Does that turn you on?”
“Erm,” Harry muttered, eyes wide. He pointed in the opposite direction. “Got to go.” He started to stumble off but Malfoy swooped after him, a strange glint in his eyes. Harry stopped and allowed himself to be backed against the wall.
The moment Harry’s back hit the stone wall, Malfoy opened his mouth and spoke headily, “Would you rather I shove you against the wall?” With that Malfoy pinned Harry’s wrists, tightening his grip and leaning in so his lips brushed against the shell of Harry’s ear. Harry would have shoved him, really, but then Malfoy started talking again, and Harry could only imagine everything he was describing.
“And then I lick a path from your ear to your neck to your mouth, where I push through your protesting lips, swallowing your yells. While you struggle and kick out at me, I tear your trousers and pants off in one fluid motion, leaving you hard and aching. Because you’re a pervert, like that, aren’t you, Potter?” Swiftly he pressed against Harry’s body, making him moan. Harry tried shaking his head that no he wasn’t a pervert. That he wasn’t growing hard at the words Malfoy said, but Malfoy seemed to figure it out for his own, because he smirked and pushed their hips together out of spite. Harry was busy trying to will his erection down to notice if Malfoy was arroused.
One of the girls cleared her throat. Malfoy yanked back from Harry, his breath ghosting across flushed skin. They stared into each other’s eyes for a second before Malfoy winced and backed up. Harry pulled his cloak in front of him, ashamed of his erection.
“Well,” Malfoy said, eyes not quite meeting Harry’s face, “Too bad for you I don’t rape people.”
Harry nodded dumbly. He watched Malfoy walk away, the two girls following, looking confused. In the distance, he heard cheering, informing him that the game was commencing. He was late. Harry darted his eyes between the window and Malfoy’s rapidly disappearing back, trying to decide if he should go after him for…something. He didn’t know what.
But Malfoy rounded the corner, and his teammates were going to kill him. He ran the whole way down to the Quidditch pitch. By the time he arrived, his erection was gone. He vowed not to think about Malfoy during the game, but he thought anyway.