Part 3 of prompt responses
I apologize for the delay in posting these. I have 5 more stories to go along with the prompts you all so kindly gave me. There are 4 H/D and 1 G/L and G/L/H. The last three build, one upon another. As always, concrit and comments welcomed with open arms.
Title: Gift
Author: wook77
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ginny/Luna, Ginny/Harry/Luna
Wordcount: 827
Warnings: smut. Het, Threesome, Voyerism, Wanking, Femmeslash,
Summary: Ginny and Luna give Harry a present for his birthday.
A/N: My first full femmeslash so please let me know. Also, my first het. For karaz’s prompt: L/G, & H - Ginny has a perfect gift for Harry's 25 birthday.
The room was lit by sputtering candles. There were silver streamers hanging from the ceiling and the occasional balloon, courtesy of Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes. Harry stared at the chaos of what was only partially recognizable as his main room. Paper, ribbons and bows were everywhere.
“It was a good party, wasn’t it?” Harry leaned back into the sofa as he glanced around the room. There were only a few people left. Among them were Ginny, Luna, Hermione and Ron.
“It was but we need to get going. The twins are probably terrorizing the nanny.” Hermione hugged Harry as Ron and she made their way to the Floo.
“Thanks for coming. I’ll be over later this week to see the brats.” Hermione threw a mock frown over her shoulder as she tossed the Floo Powder into the fireplace. “The Glen!” In a burst of flames, Hermione disappeared.
“Happy Birthday, mate.” Ron tossed a handful of Floo Powder and with a shouted “The Glen!” disappeared as well.
“Well, ladies, now that it’s just you and me, what shall we do?” A drunken smile lit Harry’s lips as he looked at the two women in the room.
“Let’s play ‘I Want’.” Ginny made the suggestion as they exchanged looks.
“Is that similar to ‘I Never’?”
“Yes, only you say what you want that you’ve never had. If someone else wants the same thing, they drink. It’s simple, right? I’ll start. I Want a better job.” All three nodded and drank.
So the game began. As they all took turns, the wants and desires took a dirtier turn. The drinking continued and the wants became sexual.
“I want to be spanked.” At Luna’s confession, the trio drank.
“I want to watch two women.” Luna and Ginny exchanged looks.
“You know, we could make that come true, Harry.” Harry’s drink caught in his throat as he gaped at Ginny.
“We didn’t get you a birthday gift. You could consider it our gift to you.” Harry continued to gape. As his flabbergasted look continued, Ginny and Luna shared a laugh before leaning towards each other and flicking their tongues across the other’s. Another set of exchanged licks and they looked at Harry.
Instead of gaping in shock, Harry was now staring at the two women in front of him. He wasn’t sure what to do. If he encouraged them, he wouldn’t be able to look them in the eye the next time they met. If he stopped them, he’d regret it. Ginny and Luna made the decision for him when they leaned in once more and lips and tongue battled against each other.
The smooth complexion of Luna showed the freckled complexion of Ginny off to its best. Harry gawked as Luna’s hand slipped up to cup Ginny’s neck and pull her even closer. As Ginny’s hand slid up to cup Luna’s right breast, Harry’s cock stirred.
Gentle bites at lips grew into mouthing at ears and neck. Luna tugged at the waistband of Ginny’s pants until her shirt pulled out. Harry watched, transfixed, as her pale hand disappeared from sight. Answering moans from all three drifted through the air.
When Ginny’s hand reappeared and undid the buttons, Harry rubbed his hand across his erection. His pants were too tight as he watched his friends touch and kiss right in front of him. It helped that neither looked towards him as they undid buttons and belts.
As trousers drifted down, Harry pushed his palm against his crotch. Luna’s knickers were a bright red lace, barely there and leaving very little to the imagination. Ginny’s were a pale blue that were quickly pushed down. A groan slipped past his lips as his breathing increased and his erection throbbed.
“Touch yourself.” The words were quiet but Harry obeyed. The hiss of leather past denim was followed by a moan of relief. Palming his cock, Harry rubbed up and down slowly as he watched the women in front of him kiss.
Mesmerized, Harry watched Luna’s hand cup and her fingers delve into the wetness. His strokes increased as Ginny tossed her head back and moaned. Roughly pushing the lace to the side, Ginny pushed three of her fingers into Luna. After a few short pulses, Ginny slipped a fourth in.
Rubbing against clits and rocking against each other, the women kept pleasuring each other. A small part of Harry’s brain noticed that they seemed to know exactly what to touch to get the best response. They’d obviously done this before.
Harry was almost to the climax point when both women screamed out their climax. Faster than he could think, Ginny locked her mouth onto Harry’s erection. Luna, meanwhile, licked at Harry’s lips before engulfing his mouth in a hot kiss. After what seemed a few seconds, Harry climaxed, shooting into Ginny’s mouth.
Utterly spent, Harry fell backwards and was embraced by a warm soft body on either side. This was the best gift he’d ever received.
Title: Incursion
Author: wook77
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: H/D
Warnings: Smut, Misuse of an Invisibility Cloak, voyeurism,
Summary: Harry decides to launch an offensive into enemy territory. His incursion into Slytherin's Common Room doesn't quite turn out.
A/N: I cheated and combined two prompts in this story. This is for 4am_secret’s prompt of: H/D, Harry bottoms, under invisibility cloak in full public (doesn't really matter where, lol), no silencing charm AND for narcoleptic369’s prompt: top!Draco, BDSM in the Slytherin common room. Wanking is preferable. Voyeurism!!! I'd like to see Draco possibly bribe Harry into this situation but I want Harry to enjoy it. But what I would like the most it suspense, and the adrenaline rush of being caught.
Harry shivered under his Invisibility Cloak. It was cold in the dungeons and it didn’t help that he was naked. If Snape caught him, he’d never live it down. Then again, he probably wouldn’t have to worry much about the rumors as he would be promptly expelled.
As his bare feet carried him deeper towards the Snake Den, as the Gryffindors called the Slytherin area, the only thought running through his head was ‘what the hell am I doing”. The cold of the stone seeped into his legs until his knees ached.
When he reached the hidden door, Harry mumbled “Potter sucks”. The door groaned its way open. Trying to be as quiet as possible, Harry hurried in. He stopped dead when he saw Draco Malfoy sitting on the corner of the desk across the way.
Draco was starkers and hard. Swallowing obsessively, Harry felt his prick harden as Draco leisurely ran a hand up and down his own length. No one else was in the Common Room but that didn’t mean someone couldn’t walk in at any point. The moisture in his mouth vanished as Draco spread his legs further open and started wanking in earnest.
A groan escaped his lips before he could help himself. Draco’s hand stopped as he looked around the room before starting back up again. Harry matched his strokes to Draco’s as he watched.
Suddenly, Draco stopped and stood. Standing stock still and holding his cock, Harry panted as he watched Draco stand and walk towards him. Harry pushed back against the wall and held his breath as Draco stepped closer and closer.
Harry’s gaze was riveted on Draco’s prick as he walked across the room. A slow hand held it steady as he stalked closer. The brush of a thumb across the head made Harry gasp. Panicked, he slapped a hand over his mouth.
It was too late, however, as Draco bracketed Harry between his arms.
“I know you’re there, Potter.” The silky fabric of the Invisibility Cloak slowly pulled off Harry’s head. The smirk that shot across Draco’s face told Harry that he was literally caught with his pants down.
“Liked that, did you?” There was no way to deny it when his prick was hard and purple and throbbing. Harry nodded.
“You know I did.” Spitting his reply at Draco, Harry kept his hand on his cock as Draco looked down and then back up. Shuddering as that heated gaze passed over him, Harry couldn’t help the moan.
“You’ll like this better.” Before Harry could blink, Draco tossed the Invisibility Cloak over the two of them and slammed his lips onto Harry’s. Startled, Harry stayed still.
“Don’t you know how to kiss, Potter?” Harry couldn’t resist that daring tone and pressed his lips to Draco’s.
Soon, the pair was kissing, harsh and demanding. Voices in the common room broke the kiss. When Harry looked out, he saw various Slytherin trickling in as classes had ended. At one point, he could swear that Millicent Bulstrode was looking directly at him.
“Scared, Potter?” That taunting voice and Harry fell to its siren song. The battling kisses started again as Draco grabbed Harry’s cock and pulled. A small mewl came out of Harry’s voice as he reacted. Reaching out, Harry grabbed Draco’s cock and tugged in the same way.
When a finger pressed into his arse, Harry bit his lip to keep from moaning. It thrust deeper as it stretched him. The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth as he pushed back against that delving digit. A second finger and Harry was sure that he was going to bite clean through his lip. A third and Draco’s mouth replaced his teeth.
“Has anyone seen Draco?” Pansy’s high pitched voice was demanding. Harry could only think, I’m seeing far more of him than you ever wished.
“He missed the last class, said he was sick.” Crabbe’s voice, or was it Goyle, pushed into the close environment under the Cloak. Instead of ruining the mood, it only served to heighten Harry’s arousal.
“Turn around.” Whispered command and Harry obeyed. When Draco’s prick pressed into him, Harry bit down on his arm. The sounds of the full room dimmed against the feeling of the bodies rocking back and forth against the wall. A breeze brushed against them as one Slytherin walked a bit too close. The idea that the only thing protecting him from horrible rumors and/or expulsion was that small Invisibility Cloak had Harry shooting his orgasm against Draco’s hand and the Cloak. Harry could feel the answering fullness in his arse as Draco climaxed.
After quick cleaning spells, the pair put their clothes back to rights. Draco’s voice slithered across Harry’s shoulderblades.
“I told you that this would work.”
Title: Perceptions and Truth
Author: wook77
Rating: PG
Pairing: H/D
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Draco has studied Harry for years. When Harry’s routine changes, he knows, just absolutely knows that Harry has cheated on him.
A/N: for random_glitch’s prompt of H/D hint at possible cheating.
Draco had studied Harry Potter for years. He knew all there was to know about him, from the way he squinted first thing in the morning to the way he took his tea. Hell, Draco knew more about Harry's habits than he did his own.
So when the subtle clues started, Draco picked up on them immediately. It started out slowly, just the occasional night of coming home late from work. Slowly, those nights became more frequent. Conversations between the pair slowed and stilted. Sex became non-existent. Then, a smear of lipstick appeared on a collar of one of Harry's shirts, left balled up in the bathroom.
That was when Draco knew that he couldn't lie to himself any longer. Harry was cheating on him. Harry Bloody Potter was lying and cheating. Every time Harry came home smelling of a woman's perfume, Draco seethed and plotted. Every time Harry came home late and pled a headache or some other rubbish as to why he couldn't have sex, Draco pouted and planned.
When Harry didn't come home from work at all one night, Draco knew it was time for the farce to end. As Harry stumbled in through the doorway, Draco launched his attack.
"Was he or she worth it?" Harry's sexuality had always been a small bone of contention between them. Draco was gay, plain and simple. Harry, on the other hand, was bisexual. That meant double the worry as far as Draco was concerned, no matter what his lover said to reassure him.
"What are you talking about?" Harry's perplexed expression meant nothing to Draco in his rage and upset.
"Was whoever you're out with all the fucking time worth it?" Draco stayed sitting in the chair opposite the door.
"What the hell are you talking about? I'm sorry I didn't come home, Ron and I went out last night and I was afraid I'd splinch myself if I tried to Apparate home." Draco crossed his arms defensively.
"What about the night before, Harry? Who were you with then? How about the night before that? And the one before that? What about this?" Draco grabbed the lipstick smeared shirt and hurled it at Harry's head. It was slightly rewarding when the lipstick stain hit his lover full in the face.
"What does my shirt have to do with this? What are you talking about?" Harry's voice pled innocence but Draco was too annoyed, too angry and, yes it was there, too upset to believe.
"I'm talking about the stain on the shirt. I'm talking about how you never come home except to go to sleep. I'm talking about how you smell like some cheap bird when you crawl into bed beside me. I'm talking about how you're cheating on me." The crack in his voice would not be acknowledged. If Draco were to acknowledge it, he would lose his deportment and that would be disastrous.
"I have no clue what you're…"
"Fuck you, Potter. You know exactly what I'm talking about." Harry flinched as Draco snapped at him. "I'm done." Draco whispered the words to himself but he knew Harry heard.
"Draco, give me a chance to explain." Harry hurried across the room to kneel in front of Draco.
"Explain? I've given you two months to explain!"
"I've told you, I'm working on a project. I have to get it done just so."
"Well, that's another way of putting it. I never heard sex with someone that isn't the person you're living with as a project that needs done just so." Draco sneered and inwardly rejoiced at the flinch Harry gave.
"This?" Harry held out the shirt. "This is from Hermione." Draco snorted his disbelief.
"Fine, don't believe me. I can't believe this." Harry threw up his hands as he stood and walked over to the window. Draco watched him trace a line over the glass as he spat more hurtful words at his lover.
"You can't believe this? You? How about me, Potter? I'm the wronged one here. I'm the victim!" Harry turned and Draco was shocked to see tears mingling with rage.
"I've done nothing to deserve this, Draco. I'm sorry that I've not spent that much time with you recently. I'm sorry that Hermione kissed me on the cheek and smudged my shirt. I'm sorry you don't like her perfume. I wouldn't call Hermione a cheap bird, but that's your opinion." Draco snorted once more.
"Cut the bloody bullshit here, Potter. Just confess and end this thing on an honest note." Harry's gaze was stricken and Draco refused to acknowledge the surprised pain flashing across his lover's face.
"End it?" Draco nodded. "Fine, you've been looking for an excuse to end this thing between us ever since we moved in together. You want it over, you got it." Harry stalked towards the bedroom. Standing abruptly, Draco rushed after him.
"Don't you take that satisfaction away from me, Potter. I'm the wronged one here! I'm the one that you cheated on. I get the satisfaction of dumping you!" Draco thought over what Harry had just said and quickly continued. "And what do you mean, I've been looking for an excuse?"
"Sod off, Malfoy. I knew you couldn't, wouldn't change. I knew it. But no, I had to tell myself that I loved you, that you loved me. I told myself you would grow to trust me. I wouldn't betray you like your father did." Harry continued throwing things into a rucksack.
"Don't you dare bring up my father!" Draco grabbed one of Harry's arms and spun him away from his packing.
"I'll bloody well bring up anyone I bloody well please too, Malfoy! It always goes back to him. You want to know what I was doing?" Draco nodded. "You want to know who I was spending time with?" Draco curtly nodded once more. "I was planning your birthday party, you fucking ponce! I wanted it to be special for you. It's not every day that the person you love more than anything turns twenty-five. I, just, oh fuck it. Why am I telling you this? You'll just believe what you want anyway."
Draco's hand tightened on Harry's arm as he listened to what Harry said.
"You were planning my birthday party?" Mildly ashamed of the slight tremor in his voice, Draco plowed on. "Prove it."
"How?" The word was soft, hopeful, despairing and angry all at the same time.
"Show me." Harry nodded and embraced Draco.
"Hold on." Draco clung tightly as they Apparated. Staring around the hall, he noticed the decorations hanging, green and silver and his favorite, black. There was a stack of presents in the corner. Workers moved around the room, setting up finishing touches.
Shaken by the truth, Draco touched Harry's face.
"You can still have the party. I wouldn't want to ruin it for you. Don't worry, I won't be there." Harry touched Draco's face, brushed his lips across the others and Apparated.
Title: Truth and Consequences
Author: wook77
Rating: PG
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Warnings: angst
Summary: Draco deals with the aftermath of his confrontation.
A/N: for dork_core’s prompt of: H/D - "Even when you smile at me, I still fucking love to hate you." Continuation of Perceptions and Truth.
Draco immediately Apparated after Harry. When he reached the flat, he knew that he was too late. Harry was gone. It was amazing how quickly the flat could feel empty. It was a helluva birthday.
Draco sat on the chair where he’d accused and pointed a finger. He drew his knees to his chest and held on tightly as he stared around the room. Harry was still there, or at least, his things were.
Draco stared at their Order of Merlin medals, hung on the wall as a joke because what good were the medals when people still died? Next to the medals were two school ties, wrapped around each other and placed behind glass. It had been meant to signify their relationship.
His gaze shifted to look at the painting the two of them had done on a date shortly before they’d moved in together. Draco choked back the cry, whether of rage or hurt, he couldn’t tell. He wanted to tear it off the wall, slice it up, break it and hide it.
They’d gone to an art class although neither had ever had any inclination to take up painting. The instructor had handed each couple a single canvas to paint. They were to paint it however they wanted and then each pair would discuss what it meant.
Harry and Draco had laughed throughout the painting process, arguing over colors and thickness of brushes. Finally, they’d ended up with a blue and green slashed painting on a black background. When it came time for them to discuss the painting, they’d explained that Harry’s favorite color was green and Draco’s was blue. As the only thing they could agree on was black, that was why it was the main color. To them, it was a perfect reason why the painting looked the way it did.
After the class ended, they’d bickered about who would keep the painting. That was when Harry asked Draco to move in.
“Since we can’t decide who gets custody of the baby, why don’t we share it?” Harry’s voice was deceptively casual and Draco knew that he was asking something more.
“You get weekdays and I get weekends and every other holiday?” Draco proposed to Harry.
“I was thinking more along the lines that you would move in and we could put it on the wall together.” Draco could tell from the way Harry held himself that he was afraid of rejection to his query and smiled reassuringly.
“That sounds better than my plan. When did Gryffindor’s get so good at planning?” Harry had laughed and they’d continued down the street.
Another choking breath and Draco braced himself as he stared at the painting. He’d been a class act idiot. He’d jumped to conclusions, so sure that Harry would come to his senses and dump him. It was in his nature to not trust, he’d been betrayed far too many times for that.
Where would Harry have gone? Surely this wasn’t the end? They’d had fights in the past and everything was better after a quick talk and a shag. This time shouldn’t be different.
Except, it was and Draco knew it. This time, Draco’s trust issues had broken the one good thing in his life. He’d finally succeeded in completing the self-fulfilling prophecy. Happy fucking Birthday to me, he thought.
The Floo whooshed and a sooty Hermione Granger, now Weasley, landed semi-gracefully.
“I want to know exactly, in short concise sentences, what the bloody hell you did to him.” Draco stayed in his crouch on the chair as Hermione stalked towards him. The curse words she used told him that Harry was hurt better than any hurled accusations or name calling.
“I went too far, if you must know.” He quickly buried his face in his knees. Like an ostrich, he hoped that if he buried his head, the problem would go away and Harry would come back.
“I know that already. What did you take too far, Malfoy?” Hermione’s tone softened considerably and Draco felt shame that she would feel pity for him. He must look a wretch if Hermione was soft towards him.
“I accused and yelled and didn’t let him speak. Why didn’t I let him speak?” The last question was directed at himself.
“Because you’re Malfoy, Malfoy. You always react first and then deal with the fall-out later. One would think you were a Gryffindor with your tendencies to act rashly.” That soft pitying tone gave little warning as Hermione came up behind him and hugged him. Her chin pressed comfortingly and almost painfully into his scalp.
“I thought for sure I was right this time. He’d been coming home late, smelling of women and wearing lipstick marks. I thought for sure… well, who cares what I thought?” Small circles rubbed into his arms and Draco took a deep breath. “I’ve done it this time, haven’t I?”
“Yes, you did.” A watery laugh barked out of his mouth.
“Don’t mince words, Granger.” Hermione chuckled in response as Draco continued. “It’s broken beyond repair this time, isn’t it?”
Letting go of him, Hermione moved around to face Draco.
“You need to work fast if you want to fix it. Think about it, though. Do you want to fix it?” Draco nodded before the question finished.
“He’s at the Warren.” Draco stood quickly and, with a toss of Floo Powder, made his way to the Warren, Hermione and Ron’s house.
When he landed, none too gracefully, he saw Harry sitting on the sofa in much the same position as Draco had just left, knees pulled to the chest and face burrowed.
“I’m sorry.” Harry didn’t look up.
“I’m so fucking sorry.” When Harry still didn’t look up, Draco stomped over and pulled Harry’s arms away from his knees. A rough hand tugged at the resisting chin. “Why won’t you look at me?” Flinching when Harry finally raised his face and Draco saw the pain and hurt in those eyes, Draco stepped back.
“This what you wanted, Malfoy?” Harry stood and Draco stepped back once more. “What do you want me to say? I forgive you for your constant suspicions? I forgive you for never trusting me, even after years of being together? I forgive you for never talking to me about anything serious? I forgive you for always blaming me?” Each question and Harry took a step forward. Each question and Draco took a step back from the demands. Eventually, though, Draco had no where to go as his back hit the wall.
“Fine, I forgive you! I’m tired of fighting. Hell, it’s reached the point that even when you smile at me, I still fucking love to hate you." A drop of spittle hit Draco’s face when Harry spat the words at him, face close enough to kiss were it not for the mountain of pain and anger between them.
“I’m so sorry, Harry. I don’t know why I’m this way. Can’t we work on this?” Draco held himself stiffly, so afraid of one simple bloody word. No. The word echoed in his head as the moment stretched on for an eternity.
“How much longer do you expect me to work with you on this? It’s been years, Draco.”
“Don’t make me beg, Harry, please.”
“I can’t do this anymore, Draco. I can’t take you not trusting me anymore. I’m not your father.” The involuntary shiver at the mention of his father raced across his body as he pressed forward into Harry. Snatching quickly at what could be his last embrace, he prayed fervently to whatever god was listening that Harry would embrace him back, wouldn’t push him away, would take a chance.
Title: Spinning and Falling
Author: wook77
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Draco and Harry pick up the pieces
A/N: for wicca_faerie’s prompt of “H/D: Draco in leather pants, and Harry with a nipple ring. Using the line "They were spinning and we were falling, they were flying while we were breaking, they were laughing while we lay still, silent, forever entwined." continuation of Perceptions and Truth and Truth and Consequences.
Draco held his breath as those seconds elongated into hours, days, weeks, years as he waited, braced for rejection. Slowly, Harry’s arms snaked around him, face pressed into his neck.
“Last chance, Draco. I can’t do this any more.” Clutching closer, Draco burrowed his face into Harry’s body.
“I love you so much, Harry. I don’t know what gets into me.” The words matched the watery eyes.
“I love you but I can’t take you not trusting me.”
“I’ll work on it, I promise.”
“Come on, we have a party to attend.” Draco waited for Harry to break the embrace but he didn’t. A sigh and Draco pulled back. They both Apparated back to the apartment to change.
After choosing clothing at random, he exited the bathroom to find Harry half naked, dressed only in a pair of leather pants, nipple ring reflecting the lamplight. Smiling at the sight, Draco remembered when they’d gotten their nipples pierced together. As they weren’t sure about marriage, they decided rings, pierced into their flesh, were a fitting promise of commitment to each other. Subconsciously, Draco rubbed his own.
“You ready?” Harry looked over as he buttoned the shirt he’d pulled on. They were awkward and wrong but Draco hoped that they’d be better eventually. At least they were still together.
“Yeah.” Harry tossed a smile towards Draco before approaching him.
“We’ll be fine, Draco. Wanna Slide-Along?” Draco nodded and held on as Harry Apparated them to the hall where the party had already started.
Applause greeted them as they entered the room. Draco waved to the room. His face affected a smile but he was still so worried about them.
“Relax, Draco. They’re going to think I beat you if you don’t.” The smile became genuine as Harry tugged Draco into the group.
As the music played on and people came up and wished him Happy Birthday, Draco absorbed remotely and focused on the hand in his. They fit so perfectly together.
“Let’s dance, Harry.” Draco asked quietly but Harry still heard him. A nod and they were both walking to the dance floor. The music washed over them as they danced. It had taken classes and practice but Harry had finally learned to dance.
For Draco, this was the perfect birthday gift. A contented look on his face echoed his thoughts. They were spinning and we were falling, they were flying while we were breaking, they were laughing while we lay still, silent, forever entwined.
As a status update, I now have approximately 15 more to post. Two are SW, One is G/L and the rest are H/D. Thanks for bearing with me on the time it's taking to write these. The only consolation I can offer is that they are more than drabbles. That helps, right? right? please?
ETA - Changes made... thanks all for pointing the errors out! I appreciate it!
Title: Gift
Author: wook77
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ginny/Luna, Ginny/Harry/Luna
Wordcount: 827
Warnings: smut. Het, Threesome, Voyerism, Wanking, Femmeslash,
Summary: Ginny and Luna give Harry a present for his birthday.
A/N: My first full femmeslash so please let me know. Also, my first het. For karaz’s prompt: L/G, & H - Ginny has a perfect gift for Harry's 25 birthday.
The room was lit by sputtering candles. There were silver streamers hanging from the ceiling and the occasional balloon, courtesy of Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes. Harry stared at the chaos of what was only partially recognizable as his main room. Paper, ribbons and bows were everywhere.
“It was a good party, wasn’t it?” Harry leaned back into the sofa as he glanced around the room. There were only a few people left. Among them were Ginny, Luna, Hermione and Ron.
“It was but we need to get going. The twins are probably terrorizing the nanny.” Hermione hugged Harry as Ron and she made their way to the Floo.
“Thanks for coming. I’ll be over later this week to see the brats.” Hermione threw a mock frown over her shoulder as she tossed the Floo Powder into the fireplace. “The Glen!” In a burst of flames, Hermione disappeared.
“Happy Birthday, mate.” Ron tossed a handful of Floo Powder and with a shouted “The Glen!” disappeared as well.
“Well, ladies, now that it’s just you and me, what shall we do?” A drunken smile lit Harry’s lips as he looked at the two women in the room.
“Let’s play ‘I Want’.” Ginny made the suggestion as they exchanged looks.
“Is that similar to ‘I Never’?”
“Yes, only you say what you want that you’ve never had. If someone else wants the same thing, they drink. It’s simple, right? I’ll start. I Want a better job.” All three nodded and drank.
So the game began. As they all took turns, the wants and desires took a dirtier turn. The drinking continued and the wants became sexual.
“I want to be spanked.” At Luna’s confession, the trio drank.
“I want to watch two women.” Luna and Ginny exchanged looks.
“You know, we could make that come true, Harry.” Harry’s drink caught in his throat as he gaped at Ginny.
“We didn’t get you a birthday gift. You could consider it our gift to you.” Harry continued to gape. As his flabbergasted look continued, Ginny and Luna shared a laugh before leaning towards each other and flicking their tongues across the other’s. Another set of exchanged licks and they looked at Harry.
Instead of gaping in shock, Harry was now staring at the two women in front of him. He wasn’t sure what to do. If he encouraged them, he wouldn’t be able to look them in the eye the next time they met. If he stopped them, he’d regret it. Ginny and Luna made the decision for him when they leaned in once more and lips and tongue battled against each other.
The smooth complexion of Luna showed the freckled complexion of Ginny off to its best. Harry gawked as Luna’s hand slipped up to cup Ginny’s neck and pull her even closer. As Ginny’s hand slid up to cup Luna’s right breast, Harry’s cock stirred.
Gentle bites at lips grew into mouthing at ears and neck. Luna tugged at the waistband of Ginny’s pants until her shirt pulled out. Harry watched, transfixed, as her pale hand disappeared from sight. Answering moans from all three drifted through the air.
When Ginny’s hand reappeared and undid the buttons, Harry rubbed his hand across his erection. His pants were too tight as he watched his friends touch and kiss right in front of him. It helped that neither looked towards him as they undid buttons and belts.
As trousers drifted down, Harry pushed his palm against his crotch. Luna’s knickers were a bright red lace, barely there and leaving very little to the imagination. Ginny’s were a pale blue that were quickly pushed down. A groan slipped past his lips as his breathing increased and his erection throbbed.
“Touch yourself.” The words were quiet but Harry obeyed. The hiss of leather past denim was followed by a moan of relief. Palming his cock, Harry rubbed up and down slowly as he watched the women in front of him kiss.
Mesmerized, Harry watched Luna’s hand cup and her fingers delve into the wetness. His strokes increased as Ginny tossed her head back and moaned. Roughly pushing the lace to the side, Ginny pushed three of her fingers into Luna. After a few short pulses, Ginny slipped a fourth in.
Rubbing against clits and rocking against each other, the women kept pleasuring each other. A small part of Harry’s brain noticed that they seemed to know exactly what to touch to get the best response. They’d obviously done this before.
Harry was almost to the climax point when both women screamed out their climax. Faster than he could think, Ginny locked her mouth onto Harry’s erection. Luna, meanwhile, licked at Harry’s lips before engulfing his mouth in a hot kiss. After what seemed a few seconds, Harry climaxed, shooting into Ginny’s mouth.
Utterly spent, Harry fell backwards and was embraced by a warm soft body on either side. This was the best gift he’d ever received.
Title: Incursion
Author: wook77
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: H/D
Warnings: Smut, Misuse of an Invisibility Cloak, voyeurism,
Summary: Harry decides to launch an offensive into enemy territory. His incursion into Slytherin's Common Room doesn't quite turn out.
A/N: I cheated and combined two prompts in this story. This is for 4am_secret’s prompt of: H/D, Harry bottoms, under invisibility cloak in full public (doesn't really matter where, lol), no silencing charm AND for narcoleptic369’s prompt: top!Draco, BDSM in the Slytherin common room. Wanking is preferable. Voyeurism!!! I'd like to see Draco possibly bribe Harry into this situation but I want Harry to enjoy it. But what I would like the most it suspense, and the adrenaline rush of being caught.
Harry shivered under his Invisibility Cloak. It was cold in the dungeons and it didn’t help that he was naked. If Snape caught him, he’d never live it down. Then again, he probably wouldn’t have to worry much about the rumors as he would be promptly expelled.
As his bare feet carried him deeper towards the Snake Den, as the Gryffindors called the Slytherin area, the only thought running through his head was ‘what the hell am I doing”. The cold of the stone seeped into his legs until his knees ached.
When he reached the hidden door, Harry mumbled “Potter sucks”. The door groaned its way open. Trying to be as quiet as possible, Harry hurried in. He stopped dead when he saw Draco Malfoy sitting on the corner of the desk across the way.
Draco was starkers and hard. Swallowing obsessively, Harry felt his prick harden as Draco leisurely ran a hand up and down his own length. No one else was in the Common Room but that didn’t mean someone couldn’t walk in at any point. The moisture in his mouth vanished as Draco spread his legs further open and started wanking in earnest.
A groan escaped his lips before he could help himself. Draco’s hand stopped as he looked around the room before starting back up again. Harry matched his strokes to Draco’s as he watched.
Suddenly, Draco stopped and stood. Standing stock still and holding his cock, Harry panted as he watched Draco stand and walk towards him. Harry pushed back against the wall and held his breath as Draco stepped closer and closer.
Harry’s gaze was riveted on Draco’s prick as he walked across the room. A slow hand held it steady as he stalked closer. The brush of a thumb across the head made Harry gasp. Panicked, he slapped a hand over his mouth.
It was too late, however, as Draco bracketed Harry between his arms.
“I know you’re there, Potter.” The silky fabric of the Invisibility Cloak slowly pulled off Harry’s head. The smirk that shot across Draco’s face told Harry that he was literally caught with his pants down.
“Liked that, did you?” There was no way to deny it when his prick was hard and purple and throbbing. Harry nodded.
“You know I did.” Spitting his reply at Draco, Harry kept his hand on his cock as Draco looked down and then back up. Shuddering as that heated gaze passed over him, Harry couldn’t help the moan.
“You’ll like this better.” Before Harry could blink, Draco tossed the Invisibility Cloak over the two of them and slammed his lips onto Harry’s. Startled, Harry stayed still.
“Don’t you know how to kiss, Potter?” Harry couldn’t resist that daring tone and pressed his lips to Draco’s.
Soon, the pair was kissing, harsh and demanding. Voices in the common room broke the kiss. When Harry looked out, he saw various Slytherin trickling in as classes had ended. At one point, he could swear that Millicent Bulstrode was looking directly at him.
“Scared, Potter?” That taunting voice and Harry fell to its siren song. The battling kisses started again as Draco grabbed Harry’s cock and pulled. A small mewl came out of Harry’s voice as he reacted. Reaching out, Harry grabbed Draco’s cock and tugged in the same way.
When a finger pressed into his arse, Harry bit his lip to keep from moaning. It thrust deeper as it stretched him. The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth as he pushed back against that delving digit. A second finger and Harry was sure that he was going to bite clean through his lip. A third and Draco’s mouth replaced his teeth.
“Has anyone seen Draco?” Pansy’s high pitched voice was demanding. Harry could only think, I’m seeing far more of him than you ever wished.
“He missed the last class, said he was sick.” Crabbe’s voice, or was it Goyle, pushed into the close environment under the Cloak. Instead of ruining the mood, it only served to heighten Harry’s arousal.
“Turn around.” Whispered command and Harry obeyed. When Draco’s prick pressed into him, Harry bit down on his arm. The sounds of the full room dimmed against the feeling of the bodies rocking back and forth against the wall. A breeze brushed against them as one Slytherin walked a bit too close. The idea that the only thing protecting him from horrible rumors and/or expulsion was that small Invisibility Cloak had Harry shooting his orgasm against Draco’s hand and the Cloak. Harry could feel the answering fullness in his arse as Draco climaxed.
After quick cleaning spells, the pair put their clothes back to rights. Draco’s voice slithered across Harry’s shoulderblades.
“I told you that this would work.”
Title: Perceptions and Truth
Author: wook77
Rating: PG
Pairing: H/D
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Draco has studied Harry for years. When Harry’s routine changes, he knows, just absolutely knows that Harry has cheated on him.
A/N: for random_glitch’s prompt of H/D hint at possible cheating.
Draco had studied Harry Potter for years. He knew all there was to know about him, from the way he squinted first thing in the morning to the way he took his tea. Hell, Draco knew more about Harry's habits than he did his own.
So when the subtle clues started, Draco picked up on them immediately. It started out slowly, just the occasional night of coming home late from work. Slowly, those nights became more frequent. Conversations between the pair slowed and stilted. Sex became non-existent. Then, a smear of lipstick appeared on a collar of one of Harry's shirts, left balled up in the bathroom.
That was when Draco knew that he couldn't lie to himself any longer. Harry was cheating on him. Harry Bloody Potter was lying and cheating. Every time Harry came home smelling of a woman's perfume, Draco seethed and plotted. Every time Harry came home late and pled a headache or some other rubbish as to why he couldn't have sex, Draco pouted and planned.
When Harry didn't come home from work at all one night, Draco knew it was time for the farce to end. As Harry stumbled in through the doorway, Draco launched his attack.
"Was he or she worth it?" Harry's sexuality had always been a small bone of contention between them. Draco was gay, plain and simple. Harry, on the other hand, was bisexual. That meant double the worry as far as Draco was concerned, no matter what his lover said to reassure him.
"What are you talking about?" Harry's perplexed expression meant nothing to Draco in his rage and upset.
"Was whoever you're out with all the fucking time worth it?" Draco stayed sitting in the chair opposite the door.
"What the hell are you talking about? I'm sorry I didn't come home, Ron and I went out last night and I was afraid I'd splinch myself if I tried to Apparate home." Draco crossed his arms defensively.
"What about the night before, Harry? Who were you with then? How about the night before that? And the one before that? What about this?" Draco grabbed the lipstick smeared shirt and hurled it at Harry's head. It was slightly rewarding when the lipstick stain hit his lover full in the face.
"What does my shirt have to do with this? What are you talking about?" Harry's voice pled innocence but Draco was too annoyed, too angry and, yes it was there, too upset to believe.
"I'm talking about the stain on the shirt. I'm talking about how you never come home except to go to sleep. I'm talking about how you smell like some cheap bird when you crawl into bed beside me. I'm talking about how you're cheating on me." The crack in his voice would not be acknowledged. If Draco were to acknowledge it, he would lose his deportment and that would be disastrous.
"I have no clue what you're…"
"Fuck you, Potter. You know exactly what I'm talking about." Harry flinched as Draco snapped at him. "I'm done." Draco whispered the words to himself but he knew Harry heard.
"Draco, give me a chance to explain." Harry hurried across the room to kneel in front of Draco.
"Explain? I've given you two months to explain!"
"I've told you, I'm working on a project. I have to get it done just so."
"Well, that's another way of putting it. I never heard sex with someone that isn't the person you're living with as a project that needs done just so." Draco sneered and inwardly rejoiced at the flinch Harry gave.
"This?" Harry held out the shirt. "This is from Hermione." Draco snorted his disbelief.
"Fine, don't believe me. I can't believe this." Harry threw up his hands as he stood and walked over to the window. Draco watched him trace a line over the glass as he spat more hurtful words at his lover.
"You can't believe this? You? How about me, Potter? I'm the wronged one here. I'm the victim!" Harry turned and Draco was shocked to see tears mingling with rage.
"I've done nothing to deserve this, Draco. I'm sorry that I've not spent that much time with you recently. I'm sorry that Hermione kissed me on the cheek and smudged my shirt. I'm sorry you don't like her perfume. I wouldn't call Hermione a cheap bird, but that's your opinion." Draco snorted once more.
"Cut the bloody bullshit here, Potter. Just confess and end this thing on an honest note." Harry's gaze was stricken and Draco refused to acknowledge the surprised pain flashing across his lover's face.
"End it?" Draco nodded. "Fine, you've been looking for an excuse to end this thing between us ever since we moved in together. You want it over, you got it." Harry stalked towards the bedroom. Standing abruptly, Draco rushed after him.
"Don't you take that satisfaction away from me, Potter. I'm the wronged one here! I'm the one that you cheated on. I get the satisfaction of dumping you!" Draco thought over what Harry had just said and quickly continued. "And what do you mean, I've been looking for an excuse?"
"Sod off, Malfoy. I knew you couldn't, wouldn't change. I knew it. But no, I had to tell myself that I loved you, that you loved me. I told myself you would grow to trust me. I wouldn't betray you like your father did." Harry continued throwing things into a rucksack.
"Don't you dare bring up my father!" Draco grabbed one of Harry's arms and spun him away from his packing.
"I'll bloody well bring up anyone I bloody well please too, Malfoy! It always goes back to him. You want to know what I was doing?" Draco nodded. "You want to know who I was spending time with?" Draco curtly nodded once more. "I was planning your birthday party, you fucking ponce! I wanted it to be special for you. It's not every day that the person you love more than anything turns twenty-five. I, just, oh fuck it. Why am I telling you this? You'll just believe what you want anyway."
Draco's hand tightened on Harry's arm as he listened to what Harry said.
"You were planning my birthday party?" Mildly ashamed of the slight tremor in his voice, Draco plowed on. "Prove it."
"How?" The word was soft, hopeful, despairing and angry all at the same time.
"Show me." Harry nodded and embraced Draco.
"Hold on." Draco clung tightly as they Apparated. Staring around the hall, he noticed the decorations hanging, green and silver and his favorite, black. There was a stack of presents in the corner. Workers moved around the room, setting up finishing touches.
Shaken by the truth, Draco touched Harry's face.
"You can still have the party. I wouldn't want to ruin it for you. Don't worry, I won't be there." Harry touched Draco's face, brushed his lips across the others and Apparated.
Title: Truth and Consequences
Author: wook77
Rating: PG
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Warnings: angst
Summary: Draco deals with the aftermath of his confrontation.
A/N: for dork_core’s prompt of: H/D - "Even when you smile at me, I still fucking love to hate you." Continuation of Perceptions and Truth.
Draco immediately Apparated after Harry. When he reached the flat, he knew that he was too late. Harry was gone. It was amazing how quickly the flat could feel empty. It was a helluva birthday.
Draco sat on the chair where he’d accused and pointed a finger. He drew his knees to his chest and held on tightly as he stared around the room. Harry was still there, or at least, his things were.
Draco stared at their Order of Merlin medals, hung on the wall as a joke because what good were the medals when people still died? Next to the medals were two school ties, wrapped around each other and placed behind glass. It had been meant to signify their relationship.
His gaze shifted to look at the painting the two of them had done on a date shortly before they’d moved in together. Draco choked back the cry, whether of rage or hurt, he couldn’t tell. He wanted to tear it off the wall, slice it up, break it and hide it.
They’d gone to an art class although neither had ever had any inclination to take up painting. The instructor had handed each couple a single canvas to paint. They were to paint it however they wanted and then each pair would discuss what it meant.
Harry and Draco had laughed throughout the painting process, arguing over colors and thickness of brushes. Finally, they’d ended up with a blue and green slashed painting on a black background. When it came time for them to discuss the painting, they’d explained that Harry’s favorite color was green and Draco’s was blue. As the only thing they could agree on was black, that was why it was the main color. To them, it was a perfect reason why the painting looked the way it did.
After the class ended, they’d bickered about who would keep the painting. That was when Harry asked Draco to move in.
“Since we can’t decide who gets custody of the baby, why don’t we share it?” Harry’s voice was deceptively casual and Draco knew that he was asking something more.
“You get weekdays and I get weekends and every other holiday?” Draco proposed to Harry.
“I was thinking more along the lines that you would move in and we could put it on the wall together.” Draco could tell from the way Harry held himself that he was afraid of rejection to his query and smiled reassuringly.
“That sounds better than my plan. When did Gryffindor’s get so good at planning?” Harry had laughed and they’d continued down the street.
Another choking breath and Draco braced himself as he stared at the painting. He’d been a class act idiot. He’d jumped to conclusions, so sure that Harry would come to his senses and dump him. It was in his nature to not trust, he’d been betrayed far too many times for that.
Where would Harry have gone? Surely this wasn’t the end? They’d had fights in the past and everything was better after a quick talk and a shag. This time shouldn’t be different.
Except, it was and Draco knew it. This time, Draco’s trust issues had broken the one good thing in his life. He’d finally succeeded in completing the self-fulfilling prophecy. Happy fucking Birthday to me, he thought.
The Floo whooshed and a sooty Hermione Granger, now Weasley, landed semi-gracefully.
“I want to know exactly, in short concise sentences, what the bloody hell you did to him.” Draco stayed in his crouch on the chair as Hermione stalked towards him. The curse words she used told him that Harry was hurt better than any hurled accusations or name calling.
“I went too far, if you must know.” He quickly buried his face in his knees. Like an ostrich, he hoped that if he buried his head, the problem would go away and Harry would come back.
“I know that already. What did you take too far, Malfoy?” Hermione’s tone softened considerably and Draco felt shame that she would feel pity for him. He must look a wretch if Hermione was soft towards him.
“I accused and yelled and didn’t let him speak. Why didn’t I let him speak?” The last question was directed at himself.
“Because you’re Malfoy, Malfoy. You always react first and then deal with the fall-out later. One would think you were a Gryffindor with your tendencies to act rashly.” That soft pitying tone gave little warning as Hermione came up behind him and hugged him. Her chin pressed comfortingly and almost painfully into his scalp.
“I thought for sure I was right this time. He’d been coming home late, smelling of women and wearing lipstick marks. I thought for sure… well, who cares what I thought?” Small circles rubbed into his arms and Draco took a deep breath. “I’ve done it this time, haven’t I?”
“Yes, you did.” A watery laugh barked out of his mouth.
“Don’t mince words, Granger.” Hermione chuckled in response as Draco continued. “It’s broken beyond repair this time, isn’t it?”
Letting go of him, Hermione moved around to face Draco.
“You need to work fast if you want to fix it. Think about it, though. Do you want to fix it?” Draco nodded before the question finished.
“He’s at the Warren.” Draco stood quickly and, with a toss of Floo Powder, made his way to the Warren, Hermione and Ron’s house.
When he landed, none too gracefully, he saw Harry sitting on the sofa in much the same position as Draco had just left, knees pulled to the chest and face burrowed.
“I’m sorry.” Harry didn’t look up.
“I’m so fucking sorry.” When Harry still didn’t look up, Draco stomped over and pulled Harry’s arms away from his knees. A rough hand tugged at the resisting chin. “Why won’t you look at me?” Flinching when Harry finally raised his face and Draco saw the pain and hurt in those eyes, Draco stepped back.
“This what you wanted, Malfoy?” Harry stood and Draco stepped back once more. “What do you want me to say? I forgive you for your constant suspicions? I forgive you for never trusting me, even after years of being together? I forgive you for never talking to me about anything serious? I forgive you for always blaming me?” Each question and Harry took a step forward. Each question and Draco took a step back from the demands. Eventually, though, Draco had no where to go as his back hit the wall.
“Fine, I forgive you! I’m tired of fighting. Hell, it’s reached the point that even when you smile at me, I still fucking love to hate you." A drop of spittle hit Draco’s face when Harry spat the words at him, face close enough to kiss were it not for the mountain of pain and anger between them.
“I’m so sorry, Harry. I don’t know why I’m this way. Can’t we work on this?” Draco held himself stiffly, so afraid of one simple bloody word. No. The word echoed in his head as the moment stretched on for an eternity.
“How much longer do you expect me to work with you on this? It’s been years, Draco.”
“Don’t make me beg, Harry, please.”
“I can’t do this anymore, Draco. I can’t take you not trusting me anymore. I’m not your father.” The involuntary shiver at the mention of his father raced across his body as he pressed forward into Harry. Snatching quickly at what could be his last embrace, he prayed fervently to whatever god was listening that Harry would embrace him back, wouldn’t push him away, would take a chance.
Title: Spinning and Falling
Author: wook77
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Draco and Harry pick up the pieces
A/N: for wicca_faerie’s prompt of “H/D: Draco in leather pants, and Harry with a nipple ring. Using the line "They were spinning and we were falling, they were flying while we were breaking, they were laughing while we lay still, silent, forever entwined." continuation of Perceptions and Truth and Truth and Consequences.
Draco held his breath as those seconds elongated into hours, days, weeks, years as he waited, braced for rejection. Slowly, Harry’s arms snaked around him, face pressed into his neck.
“Last chance, Draco. I can’t do this any more.” Clutching closer, Draco burrowed his face into Harry’s body.
“I love you so much, Harry. I don’t know what gets into me.” The words matched the watery eyes.
“I love you but I can’t take you not trusting me.”
“I’ll work on it, I promise.”
“Come on, we have a party to attend.” Draco waited for Harry to break the embrace but he didn’t. A sigh and Draco pulled back. They both Apparated back to the apartment to change.
After choosing clothing at random, he exited the bathroom to find Harry half naked, dressed only in a pair of leather pants, nipple ring reflecting the lamplight. Smiling at the sight, Draco remembered when they’d gotten their nipples pierced together. As they weren’t sure about marriage, they decided rings, pierced into their flesh, were a fitting promise of commitment to each other. Subconsciously, Draco rubbed his own.
“You ready?” Harry looked over as he buttoned the shirt he’d pulled on. They were awkward and wrong but Draco hoped that they’d be better eventually. At least they were still together.
“Yeah.” Harry tossed a smile towards Draco before approaching him.
“We’ll be fine, Draco. Wanna Slide-Along?” Draco nodded and held on as Harry Apparated them to the hall where the party had already started.
Applause greeted them as they entered the room. Draco waved to the room. His face affected a smile but he was still so worried about them.
“Relax, Draco. They’re going to think I beat you if you don’t.” The smile became genuine as Harry tugged Draco into the group.
As the music played on and people came up and wished him Happy Birthday, Draco absorbed remotely and focused on the hand in his. They fit so perfectly together.
“Let’s dance, Harry.” Draco asked quietly but Harry still heard him. A nod and they were both walking to the dance floor. The music washed over them as they danced. It had taken classes and practice but Harry had finally learned to dance.
For Draco, this was the perfect birthday gift. A contented look on his face echoed his thoughts. They were spinning and we were falling, they were flying while we were breaking, they were laughing while we lay still, silent, forever entwined.
As a status update, I now have approximately 15 more to post. Two are SW, One is G/L and the rest are H/D. Thanks for bearing with me on the time it's taking to write these. The only consolation I can offer is that they are more than drabbles. That helps, right? right? please?
ETA - Changes made... thanks all for pointing the errors out! I appreciate it!