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the_water_clockAuthor: Clio
Title: Another Halloween
Pairing: Harry Potter: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: R for language and sexual situations
Length: 500 words
Summary: Harry is never going to another of Queenie's parties.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Notes: NOT in the EWFS-verse.
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weatherby because she loves Halloween, properly done. Huge thanks to muffinbutt for the insta-beta!
"I don't care, I am never going to another of Queenie's parties," Harry said, shutting the door behind him. "They're horrible."
"Well, the crowd certainly didn't get into the spirit of the thing," Draco replied.
"Bunny ears do not a costume make. And what was Blaise thinking?"
"He was Snape."
"One cannot be Snape and wash one's hair. I'm sorry, but there it is." Harry slipped off his shoes and walked past Draco into the other room.
Draco sighed. "Are you going to scowl for the rest of the night?"
"And what if I am?"
"Scowling is really more my line. You're throwing off the balance of our entire relationship."
Harry responded with a grunt before slumping into the large chair in the living room. "Wizards just shouldn't try to do Muggle things. They always muck it up."
Draco leaned against the doorframe between the kitchen and the living room and crossed his arms over his chest. When Harry was this grouchy, only direct action from Draco would suffice. This was highly irritating as really, Harry was supposed to be doing all the heavy lifting in this relationship, not Draco. But desperate times call for desperate measures. He shook the long hair of his costume out of his face and moved further into the room until he stood in front of the chair.
Harry glanced up, still scowling. "What?"
Draco shrugged off his black brocade frock coat and began to undo the small golden buttons on his vest. He was gratified to see Harry looking at him with a bit more interest. The vest joined the coat on the couch behind him. He undid the lace cravat at his throat and threw that aside as well, opening the front of his white linen shirt. Then he knelt between Harry's legs.
Harry obligingly slid forward in the chair, making it easier for Draco to unfasten Harry's trousers. He slipped his hand inside, staring into Harry's eyes all the while, and was rewarded by a very toothy grin. He could feel Harry getting harder under his hand, and his own cock was starting to push at the front of his tight trousers. He pushed the trouser fabric back, pulled Harry's cock out into the open, and ducked his head down.
"Draco," Harry said, "where is your wand?"
"Why?"
"There is no way you are sucking me off with your teeth like that."
Draco looked up. "I dunno, I think yours are sexy."
"You wouldn't think that if they were that close to your cock." He raised one eyebrow.
"Fine," Draco sighed. He sat back on his haunches, reached behind him for his wand in the pocket of his vest, and with one "Finite Incantatem" his teeth were back to normal. He moved the wand higher.
"No, leave the hair," Harry said.
Now it was Draco's turn to raise one eyebrow.
"For now," Harry said, shrugging.
Draco smiled, putting his wand next to him on the floor and leaning forward to slip Harry's cock into his mouth.
"Oh, Lestat," Harry said, leaning back into the chair, "so talented at sucking."
Draco pulled back for a moment. "Practice, Louis, practice."
Title: Another Halloween
Pairing: Harry Potter: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: R for language and sexual situations
Length: 500 words
Summary: Harry is never going to another of Queenie's parties.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Notes: NOT in the EWFS-verse.
For for
weatherby because she loves Halloween, properly done. Huge thanks to muffinbutt for the insta-beta!"I don't care, I am never going to another of Queenie's parties," Harry said, shutting the door behind him. "They're horrible."
"Well, the crowd certainly didn't get into the spirit of the thing," Draco replied.
"Bunny ears do not a costume make. And what was Blaise thinking?"
"He was Snape."
"One cannot be Snape and wash one's hair. I'm sorry, but there it is." Harry slipped off his shoes and walked past Draco into the other room.
Draco sighed. "Are you going to scowl for the rest of the night?"
"And what if I am?"
"Scowling is really more my line. You're throwing off the balance of our entire relationship."
Harry responded with a grunt before slumping into the large chair in the living room. "Wizards just shouldn't try to do Muggle things. They always muck it up."
Draco leaned against the doorframe between the kitchen and the living room and crossed his arms over his chest. When Harry was this grouchy, only direct action from Draco would suffice. This was highly irritating as really, Harry was supposed to be doing all the heavy lifting in this relationship, not Draco. But desperate times call for desperate measures. He shook the long hair of his costume out of his face and moved further into the room until he stood in front of the chair.
Harry glanced up, still scowling. "What?"
Draco shrugged off his black brocade frock coat and began to undo the small golden buttons on his vest. He was gratified to see Harry looking at him with a bit more interest. The vest joined the coat on the couch behind him. He undid the lace cravat at his throat and threw that aside as well, opening the front of his white linen shirt. Then he knelt between Harry's legs.
Harry obligingly slid forward in the chair, making it easier for Draco to unfasten Harry's trousers. He slipped his hand inside, staring into Harry's eyes all the while, and was rewarded by a very toothy grin. He could feel Harry getting harder under his hand, and his own cock was starting to push at the front of his tight trousers. He pushed the trouser fabric back, pulled Harry's cock out into the open, and ducked his head down.
"Draco," Harry said, "where is your wand?"
"Why?"
"There is no way you are sucking me off with your teeth like that."
Draco looked up. "I dunno, I think yours are sexy."
"You wouldn't think that if they were that close to your cock." He raised one eyebrow.
"Fine," Draco sighed. He sat back on his haunches, reached behind him for his wand in the pocket of his vest, and with one "Finite Incantatem" his teeth were back to normal. He moved the wand higher.
"No, leave the hair," Harry said.
Now it was Draco's turn to raise one eyebrow.
"For now," Harry said, shrugging.
Draco smiled, putting his wand next to him on the floor and leaning forward to slip Harry's cock into his mouth.
"Oh, Lestat," Harry said, leaning back into the chair, "so talented at sucking."
Draco pulled back for a moment. "Practice, Louis, practice."
