8 Harry/Draco Drabbles from LDWS
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slythindor100 LDWS contest.
I know it would be more cool to pretend I was not super super excited to win, but I was. SO EXCITED. In fact every week was SO EXCITING. I loved this contest (and hated it in equal measure when I read the evil prompts and word counts each week, heh).
I also wanted to thank the very lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
omi_ohmy who betaed them all, encouraged me, and did flailing and bouncing with me every week. ♥
All of the contestants' drabbles are here, if you missed them, and under the cut are mine. I think I was most pleased with weeks 2, 3, and 8.
Title: Charm Offensive
Prompt: Accio
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Word Count: 320
Looking after Teddy was fun, but exhausting. Request followed request, until Harry doubted he had another Accio left in him.
"Harr-ryyyy," came the needy voice. "I want the exploding snap cards. And snacks for while we're playing? Something to drink. And a comfy cushion."
It wasn't that Teddy was spoilt, Harry reminded himself. Definitely not. Harry desperately wanted to do a good job of looking after his godson; it meant everything that the child had only happyexperiences of being brought up by people other than his parents, and knew he was loved deeply.
Besides, beseeching looks from under long, pale lashes, and the smiles of approval when he finally got it right, were sweet enough motivations in themselves.
Still, the demands came thick and fast until Harry's fingers tingled with soreness, and his lips stumbled over the spells.
"Let's go to the park, Harry. Fetch me the red boots... no, not those ones... the new dragonhide ones!"
Even the petulant head-tossing and foot-stamping held their own charms, when executed by such a delightful tyrant. Harry rolled his eyes indulgently.
"OK, Draco, how about you Accio them, if you want Teddy to wear them so much?"
Draco pouted at the unreasonable suggestion.
Teddy, by contrast, watched quietly, fascinated as Harry's magic danced and spun around him to meet Draco's latest demands. His eyes widened with wonder, taking everything in, as amused by Draco's tantrums as he was by the pretty playthings and dainty morsels Summoned by his carers. He truly was a delightful child: appreciative and affectionate.
No, it wasn't that Teddy was spoilt, although sometimes Harry wished he could say the same for a certain young Mr Malfoy. Precious stolen kisses, however, while Teddy was absorbed with the latest Summoned toy, were like balm for his spell-chapped lips, and more than made up for Draco's dictatorial tendencies.
Yes, looking after Teddy (with Draco 'helping'), was definitely fun, but exhausting.
Title: An Excerpt from the Report of Auror D. Malfoy
Prompt: Bat-Bogey Hex
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 391
We apprehended the suspect in Diagon Alley. Auror Potter rashly (and with no reference to Section 17.4 of the Auror Training Manual, which clearly states only Approved Spells are to be used in the field) cast Locomotor Mortis. The suspect dodged, and retaliated with what is known in common parlance as a Bat-Bogey Hex. Auror Potter duckedlike the enormous pansy that he is, leaving me wide open to be struck by the full force of this near-lethal extremely dangerous highly debilitating Hex.
I reacted with my usual lightning-fast reflexes, but to no avail. Reports that I flapped about and screeched like a Mandrake are pure fabrication. I don't care what Auror Potter or that crowd of braying, gawping bystanders have to say about it. I merely shouted, in a perfectly manly fashion, to alert other Aurors in the vicinity that we required assistance.
Auror Potter behaved extremely unprofessionally throughout. He laughed like a drain when the first bat emerged. I did squeal a little, but only because my nostrils are exceptionally narrow and delicate. I was not expecting small flying mammals to attempt to exit from them. A lesser man would have fainted with the agony.
It pains me greatly to have to report that Auror Potter selfishly kept the fact that he knew a counter-spell to himself while the bats assaulted me for a good two minutes. He claims to have been unable to speak prior to this, due to being overcome with laughter. I recall that his ex-girlfriend was quite handy with this particular Hex. I can easily imagine a relationship with him would drive anyone to become proficient at it.
Needless to say, the suspect took the chance to Disapparate and, at time of writing, his whereabouts are unknown.
After the incident was over, I presented myself at St. Mungo's for a full-body check-up. This was completely necessary and not, as has been suggested, an attention-seeking overreaction in the slightest. An Auror's body is a precious instrument; some are more precious than others.
I feel confident you will agree Auror Potter needs to be thoroughly disciplined for his actions during this assignment. A firm hand is what is required.Merlin, I'd dearly love to put the bastard over my knee and give him what for. I will, of course, be willing to assist in whatever way necessary.
Title: The Rescue
Prompt: Levicorpus
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Word Count: 296
Ron burst through the hangings surrounding Harry's bed, in a flurry of elbows and red hair, wand at the ready. "Levicorpus!" he yelled, and Malfoy flew out through the curtains, lurching up towards the ceiling, ankle first.
"Merlin, Harry, what was he doing to you?" Ron panted. "Thank goodness I heard you struggling. I came as fast as I could. Sounded like he was murdering you!"
Ron glanced up at Malfoy, who was elegantly suspended with his hair hanging down, red-faced and speechless with fury. "I've seen him watching you, Harry... following you about. Knew he was up to something again. Are you OK?"
Ron looked at Harry properly at last. He was trying to cover himself with a sheet. "Blimey, Harry, were you getting changed when he came in? Didn't realise you were starkers. Sorry, mate, but I heard you from the other room and I just had to dash in straightaway."
"Ron," hissed a voice from the other side of the curtains.
"It's OK, Hermione; I've sorted it. Harry's all right, I think." Ron looked more closely at Harry. "Blimey, was he biting you? Your neck's all..."
"Ronald," Hermione said, more insistently. Harry hid his face in his hands.
"That bastard Malfoy must have sneaked in, and... caught Harry without any clothes on, and he was doing something really bad to him, Hermione, because Harry was crying out and groaning, 'Oh Malfoy!' and..."
Ron's eager narration started to falter a bit.
"Ron," said Hermione again. "Get him down from there."
"...and Harry's all red, and his mouth's all puffy, and... " Ron looked up, as if for the first time, at the glaring, dangling Malfoy, whose open robes hung quite beautifully to display his flushed, sweaty nakedness.
"...and ... oh... oh shit...."
Title: A Secret Wish
Prompt: The Draught of Living Death
Rating: R
Warnings: non-con (as a fantasy)
Word Count: 220
He can't remember when the thought first occurred to him that he had the knowledge. He could brew a potion which, without killing, took away all power to act. Like an escape. Like freedom.
When did the fantasy become a little more specific? The thought of his body, lying helpless, free to be taken and used. He would have no awareness, no sensation of anything that happened while in the Draught's grasp. Instead of horrifying, the thought intrigues – more than intrigues. It sends a jolt of heat straight to his groin.
In his mind's eye, he can watch strong hands roaming across his inert body. A hot mouth seeking his most intimate places. There would be no fear... no guilt or shame. Just a heady, addictive lightness.
In Potions class, Slughorn offers his prize for a successful Draught of Living Death. Draco groans, the mere mention of it filling him with a sickening need.
Blaise sounds faintly amused. "Whatever is the matter?"
How can he possibly answer? "The dearest wish of my heart is to have Potter fuck me, to have his cock slamming into me relentlessly, while I am utterly defenceless."
Unthinkable. "Stomach ache," he mumbles, cursing his own twisted desires, and bends his head over his cauldron, as if to smother his impossible thoughts in its oily fumes.
Title: Healing
Prompt: Skele-Gro
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word Count: 350
When Hermione strode purposefully into the hospital wing, she had not been expecting to find Harry sitting on Draco Malfoy's bed with the curtains drawn around them. They were talking quietly together, and jumped apart as she put her head in.
"Hermione! I was just leaving. Um... goodbye, Malfoy. I hope you feel better soon." Harry hopped off the bed and was through the curtains in a moment. Hermione hurried after him, though not before noticing Malfoy had flushed a rather tasteful shade of pink.
She lowered her voice so as not to disturb the other convalescents. "Harry! Someone told me you might be here. What's going on? What's up with Malfoy?"
"Potions accident. He lost a toe. I was just sympathising with him about that bloody Skele-Gro they make you drink. Hurts like hell."
"But why would you... I mean... "
"He's OK, you know? Sometimes we talk about stuff. He's... not so bad."
Hermione gave him a very hard stare indeed, then both of them nodded curtly as Pansy Parkinson walked past, heading towards Malfoy's cubicle.
Hermione whispered urgently. "But why on earth were you holding his hand, Harry?"
"I was just... er... he was feeling a bit—"
Pansy's voice rang out across the quiet room. "What on earth has put that half-witted smile on your face, Draco? Did they dose your Skele-Gro with something?"
They let themselves out of the hospital wing, Hermione regarding Harry as if he had suddenly sprouted wings. He frowned, then took a deep breath. "I... I said I'd come and visit again, tomorrow."
"Harry... " Hermione hesitated. "You know you can tell me, well... anything at all, don't you?"
She stopped to look at him. Harry, on the other hand, appeared to be finding Hermione's feet rather fascinating.
"Yes."
"So, I mean, is there anything? Anything at all?"
"Er, no."
Her face fell a little.
"Not... quite at the moment, that is. Maybe tomorrow?" Harry went on, his lips twitching shyly upwards.
Hermione's eyes widened. "Oh!" Harry held his breath a moment, and then she smiled.
They went down to dinner, arm in arm.
Title: Completely Obliviated
Prompt: Obliviate
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 189
"You have to come quick," panted Gregory Goyle, his hulking shape filling the doorway. "Draco's completely Obliviated."
Pansy's hand twitched convulsively, her nail-polish brush spattering Venomous Violet over her fingers.
"Draco? Where?" she demanded fiercely.
"In the Quidditch stands." Goyle clutched his sides, clearly in pain from the unaccustomed exercise. "He's watching Potter flying, and he's doing that thing again. He won't stop staring at him, and he's breathing funny, and not listening to anything we're saying. Last time, he was dropping all his Cauldron Cakes..." Goyle's eyes glazed over hungrily, "... and I wanted them, and you said, no use talking to him, 'cos he was completely—"
"Oblivious." Pansy cut in. "Completely oblivious to everything except that blasted Potter. Dear Merlin, I'm surrounded by imbeciles."
She screwed the little brush carefully back into its bottle, then gestured with her wand until all traces of her mistake were gone.
"Come on then, Greg, let's go and rescue the dear boy from making a total arse of himself again. Maybe we'll be able to get him out of there before he starts muttering and the first years begin to point."
Title: Five Owls That Draco Malfoy Never Sent, and One That He Did
Prompt: Cruciatus
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Word Count: 175
Potter,
Did you know that when you were coming down my throat, you rolled your eyes back into your head and twitched as if you were under Cruciatus?
*
Hey Scarhead,
How does it feel to have had the lips of Witch Weekly's Third Most Eligible Bachelor wrapped around your cock? Pretty good, yes?
*
For fuck's sake, Potter,
I've been wanking myself senseless since Monday. Have mercy and come and shag me into the mattress, so I might be able to think straight again.
*
Harry, Harry, Harry,
If I could tell you the number of times I've dreamed about something like this happening. The memory of being pressed up against your body on a broomstick, flames licking all around us. Sometimes it's all I can think about. I wish that –
*
Dear Potter,
Youridiotic come-face might just be the most glorious thing I ever saw.
*
Dear Harry,
Thank you once more for returning my wand.
I'd very much like to see you again. Perhaps you could drop in for tea one afternoon, if convenient?
Draco Malfoy
Title: Hidden
Prompt: Fidelius
Rating: PG
Warnings: AU, presumes Draco took a different path after HBP
Word Count: 100
Despite Dumbledore's death, his promise of help still held: the Order whisked me to safety.
I lie hidden, snug as a mouse, winter-curled in its nest. My protector cradles me and my confessions, my misdeeds, in his arms. He knows it all. My tongue traces the words onto his skin; my fingers whisper along the contours of his body. I want to slot myself into his soul.
"Fidelius... " I murmur into the sooty softness of his hair. "Forever faithful, Harry... my Secret Keeper... my love."
In the dark of the night I teach him some new secrets, just for two.
slythindor100 LDWS contest.I know it would be more cool to pretend I was not super super excited to win, but I was. SO EXCITED. In fact every week was SO EXCITING. I loved this contest (and hated it in equal measure when I read the evil prompts and word counts each week, heh).
I also wanted to thank the very lovely
omi_ohmy who betaed them all, encouraged me, and did flailing and bouncing with me every week. ♥All of the contestants' drabbles are here, if you missed them, and under the cut are mine. I think I was most pleased with weeks 2, 3, and 8.
Title: Charm Offensive
Prompt: Accio
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Word Count: 320
Looking after Teddy was fun, but exhausting. Request followed request, until Harry doubted he had another Accio left in him.
"Harr-ryyyy," came the needy voice. "I want the exploding snap cards. And snacks for while we're playing? Something to drink. And a comfy cushion."
It wasn't that Teddy was spoilt, Harry reminded himself. Definitely not. Harry desperately wanted to do a good job of looking after his godson; it meant everything that the child had only happyexperiences of being brought up by people other than his parents, and knew he was loved deeply.
Besides, beseeching looks from under long, pale lashes, and the smiles of approval when he finally got it right, were sweet enough motivations in themselves.
Still, the demands came thick and fast until Harry's fingers tingled with soreness, and his lips stumbled over the spells.
"Let's go to the park, Harry. Fetch me the red boots... no, not those ones... the new dragonhide ones!"
Even the petulant head-tossing and foot-stamping held their own charms, when executed by such a delightful tyrant. Harry rolled his eyes indulgently.
"OK, Draco, how about you Accio them, if you want Teddy to wear them so much?"
Draco pouted at the unreasonable suggestion.
Teddy, by contrast, watched quietly, fascinated as Harry's magic danced and spun around him to meet Draco's latest demands. His eyes widened with wonder, taking everything in, as amused by Draco's tantrums as he was by the pretty playthings and dainty morsels Summoned by his carers. He truly was a delightful child: appreciative and affectionate.
No, it wasn't that Teddy was spoilt, although sometimes Harry wished he could say the same for a certain young Mr Malfoy. Precious stolen kisses, however, while Teddy was absorbed with the latest Summoned toy, were like balm for his spell-chapped lips, and more than made up for Draco's dictatorial tendencies.
Yes, looking after Teddy (with Draco 'helping'), was definitely fun, but exhausting.
Title: An Excerpt from the Report of Auror D. Malfoy
Prompt: Bat-Bogey Hex
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 391
We apprehended the suspect in Diagon Alley. Auror Potter rashly (and with no reference to Section 17.4 of the Auror Training Manual, which clearly states only Approved Spells are to be used in the field) cast Locomotor Mortis. The suspect dodged, and retaliated with what is known in common parlance as a Bat-Bogey Hex. Auror Potter ducked
I reacted with my usual lightning-fast reflexes, but to no avail. Reports that I flapped about and screeched like a Mandrake are pure fabrication. I don't care what Auror Potter or that crowd of braying, gawping bystanders have to say about it. I merely shouted, in a perfectly manly fashion, to alert other Aurors in the vicinity that we required assistance.
Auror Potter behaved extremely unprofessionally throughout. He laughed like a drain when the first bat emerged. I did squeal a little, but only because my nostrils are exceptionally narrow and delicate. I was not expecting small flying mammals to attempt to exit from them. A lesser man would have fainted with the agony.
It pains me greatly to have to report that Auror Potter selfishly kept the fact that he knew a counter-spell to himself while the bats assaulted me for a good two minutes. He claims to have been unable to speak prior to this, due to being overcome with laughter. I recall that his ex-girlfriend was quite handy with this particular Hex. I can easily imagine a relationship with him would drive anyone to become proficient at it.
Needless to say, the suspect took the chance to Disapparate and, at time of writing, his whereabouts are unknown.
After the incident was over, I presented myself at St. Mungo's for a full-body check-up. This was completely necessary and not, as has been suggested, an attention-seeking overreaction in the slightest. An Auror's body is a precious instrument; some are more precious than others.
I feel confident you will agree Auror Potter needs to be thoroughly disciplined for his actions during this assignment. A firm hand is what is required.
Title: The Rescue
Prompt: Levicorpus
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Word Count: 296
Ron burst through the hangings surrounding Harry's bed, in a flurry of elbows and red hair, wand at the ready. "Levicorpus!" he yelled, and Malfoy flew out through the curtains, lurching up towards the ceiling, ankle first.
"Merlin, Harry, what was he doing to you?" Ron panted. "Thank goodness I heard you struggling. I came as fast as I could. Sounded like he was murdering you!"
Ron glanced up at Malfoy, who was elegantly suspended with his hair hanging down, red-faced and speechless with fury. "I've seen him watching you, Harry... following you about. Knew he was up to something again. Are you OK?"
Ron looked at Harry properly at last. He was trying to cover himself with a sheet. "Blimey, Harry, were you getting changed when he came in? Didn't realise you were starkers. Sorry, mate, but I heard you from the other room and I just had to dash in straightaway."
"Ron," hissed a voice from the other side of the curtains.
"It's OK, Hermione; I've sorted it. Harry's all right, I think." Ron looked more closely at Harry. "Blimey, was he biting you? Your neck's all..."
"Ronald," Hermione said, more insistently. Harry hid his face in his hands.
"That bastard Malfoy must have sneaked in, and... caught Harry without any clothes on, and he was doing something really bad to him, Hermione, because Harry was crying out and groaning, 'Oh Malfoy!' and..."
Ron's eager narration started to falter a bit.
"Ron," said Hermione again. "Get him down from there."
"...and Harry's all red, and his mouth's all puffy, and... " Ron looked up, as if for the first time, at the glaring, dangling Malfoy, whose open robes hung quite beautifully to display his flushed, sweaty nakedness.
"...and ... oh... oh shit...."
Title: A Secret Wish
Prompt: The Draught of Living Death
Rating: R
Warnings: non-con (as a fantasy)
Word Count: 220
He can't remember when the thought first occurred to him that he had the knowledge. He could brew a potion which, without killing, took away all power to act. Like an escape. Like freedom.
When did the fantasy become a little more specific? The thought of his body, lying helpless, free to be taken and used. He would have no awareness, no sensation of anything that happened while in the Draught's grasp. Instead of horrifying, the thought intrigues – more than intrigues. It sends a jolt of heat straight to his groin.
In his mind's eye, he can watch strong hands roaming across his inert body. A hot mouth seeking his most intimate places. There would be no fear... no guilt or shame. Just a heady, addictive lightness.
In Potions class, Slughorn offers his prize for a successful Draught of Living Death. Draco groans, the mere mention of it filling him with a sickening need.
Blaise sounds faintly amused. "Whatever is the matter?"
How can he possibly answer? "The dearest wish of my heart is to have Potter fuck me, to have his cock slamming into me relentlessly, while I am utterly defenceless."
Unthinkable. "Stomach ache," he mumbles, cursing his own twisted desires, and bends his head over his cauldron, as if to smother his impossible thoughts in its oily fumes.
Title: Healing
Prompt: Skele-Gro
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word Count: 350
When Hermione strode purposefully into the hospital wing, she had not been expecting to find Harry sitting on Draco Malfoy's bed with the curtains drawn around them. They were talking quietly together, and jumped apart as she put her head in.
"Hermione! I was just leaving. Um... goodbye, Malfoy. I hope you feel better soon." Harry hopped off the bed and was through the curtains in a moment. Hermione hurried after him, though not before noticing Malfoy had flushed a rather tasteful shade of pink.
She lowered her voice so as not to disturb the other convalescents. "Harry! Someone told me you might be here. What's going on? What's up with Malfoy?"
"Potions accident. He lost a toe. I was just sympathising with him about that bloody Skele-Gro they make you drink. Hurts like hell."
"But why would you... I mean... "
"He's OK, you know? Sometimes we talk about stuff. He's... not so bad."
Hermione gave him a very hard stare indeed, then both of them nodded curtly as Pansy Parkinson walked past, heading towards Malfoy's cubicle.
Hermione whispered urgently. "But why on earth were you holding his hand, Harry?"
"I was just... er... he was feeling a bit—"
Pansy's voice rang out across the quiet room. "What on earth has put that half-witted smile on your face, Draco? Did they dose your Skele-Gro with something?"
They let themselves out of the hospital wing, Hermione regarding Harry as if he had suddenly sprouted wings. He frowned, then took a deep breath. "I... I said I'd come and visit again, tomorrow."
"Harry... " Hermione hesitated. "You know you can tell me, well... anything at all, don't you?"
She stopped to look at him. Harry, on the other hand, appeared to be finding Hermione's feet rather fascinating.
"Yes."
"So, I mean, is there anything? Anything at all?"
"Er, no."
Her face fell a little.
"Not... quite at the moment, that is. Maybe tomorrow?" Harry went on, his lips twitching shyly upwards.
Hermione's eyes widened. "Oh!" Harry held his breath a moment, and then she smiled.
They went down to dinner, arm in arm.
Title: Completely Obliviated
Prompt: Obliviate
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 189
"You have to come quick," panted Gregory Goyle, his hulking shape filling the doorway. "Draco's completely Obliviated."
Pansy's hand twitched convulsively, her nail-polish brush spattering Venomous Violet over her fingers.
"Draco? Where?" she demanded fiercely.
"In the Quidditch stands." Goyle clutched his sides, clearly in pain from the unaccustomed exercise. "He's watching Potter flying, and he's doing that thing again. He won't stop staring at him, and he's breathing funny, and not listening to anything we're saying. Last time, he was dropping all his Cauldron Cakes..." Goyle's eyes glazed over hungrily, "... and I wanted them, and you said, no use talking to him, 'cos he was completely—"
"Oblivious." Pansy cut in. "Completely oblivious to everything except that blasted Potter. Dear Merlin, I'm surrounded by imbeciles."
She screwed the little brush carefully back into its bottle, then gestured with her wand until all traces of her mistake were gone.
"Come on then, Greg, let's go and rescue the dear boy from making a total arse of himself again. Maybe we'll be able to get him out of there before he starts muttering and the first years begin to point."
Title: Five Owls That Draco Malfoy Never Sent, and One That He Did
Prompt: Cruciatus
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Word Count: 175
Potter,
Did you know that when you were coming down my throat, you rolled your eyes back into your head and twitched as if you were under Cruciatus?
*
Hey Scarhead,
How does it feel to have had the lips of Witch Weekly's Third Most Eligible Bachelor wrapped around your cock? Pretty good, yes?
*
For fuck's sake, Potter,
I've been wanking myself senseless since Monday. Have mercy and come and shag me into the mattress, so I might be able to think straight again.
*
Harry, Harry, Harry,
If I could tell you the number of times I've dreamed about something like this happening. The memory of being pressed up against your body on a broomstick, flames licking all around us. Sometimes it's all I can think about. I wish that –
*
Dear Potter,
Your
*
Dear Harry,
Thank you once more for returning my wand.
I'd very much like to see you again. Perhaps you could drop in for tea one afternoon, if convenient?
Draco Malfoy
Title: Hidden
Prompt: Fidelius
Rating: PG
Warnings: AU, presumes Draco took a different path after HBP
Word Count: 100
Despite Dumbledore's death, his promise of help still held: the Order whisked me to safety.
I lie hidden, snug as a mouse, winter-curled in its nest. My protector cradles me and my confessions, my misdeeds, in his arms. He knows it all. My tongue traces the words onto his skin; my fingers whisper along the contours of his body. I want to slot myself into his soul.
"Fidelius... " I murmur into the sooty softness of his hair. "Forever faithful, Harry... my Secret Keeper... my love."
In the dark of the night I teach him some new secrets, just for two.
