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Fic: The Flavours of Draco Malfoy
Title: The Flavours of Draco Malfoy
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Wordcount: 500
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but hopefully one day I'll own something. Sadly, it won't be Harry Potter.
Summary: Harry discovers his favourite medley of flavours.
A/N: This was written as a Valentine's Day gift for my f-list. It's unbeta'd, as I just wrote it this morning. Please forgive any mistakes.
Draco Malfoy tastes like anger, moonlight, and sex. Harry knows because he's been snogging -- and fucking -- him for weeks. The sex part is easy to figure out, but one might wonder what anger and moonlight taste like. Well, such things do indeed have a flavour. Harry discovered this curious fact the night he went to return a certain wand.
It was eight in the evening, a bit late for an unannounced social call, but Harry's days were busy and returning Draco's wand wasn't something he'd been looking forward to. So once the idea popped into his head, he had to get it over with. Upon his arrival, he was informed by a cool but polite Narcissa that Draco was out flying, and that if Harry wanted to speak with him tonight, he was welcome to wait.
Harry went out by the broom shed on the grounds and watched Draco's silhouette against the darkening sky as Draco flew for what seemed like hours, pulling off difficult turns and impressive dives. It was the first time Harry truly appreciated what a graceful flier he was.
When at last Draco landed, he looked furious. His hair was wild from the wind, his nostrils flared, and his eyes cold as ice. "What are you doing here?" he said by way of greeting.
Harry pulled the hawthorn wand out of his pocket and held it out to him. "I wanted to return this to you."
Draco's jaw tightened. "I've no need of that wand anymore."
Harry shrugged. "Throw it away if you want, but it's yours, so take it."
They stared at each other for a few seconds, something coiling low in Harry's belly. It was that feeling of anger and frustration and something else he couldn't describe that he got whenever he was around the other boy. He wanted to punch Draco, like he had out on the Hogwarts' Quidditch pitch in fifth year; but he hadn't come the Manor to fight, so he did the only other thing he could think of and grabbed Draco.
"What are you—?"
Draco smelled like the wind, Harry noted as their mouths crashed together. And that's when he learned what anger tasted like. It wasn't like the flavour of food, which affected only one's taste buds. No, Draco's anger fired up every last one of Harry's nerves until his entire body tingled with excitement. He'd never imagined that snogging could be a form of fighting, but with Draco, that's exactly what it was. The first one to pull away would be the loser, so they kept at it until they sank to the grassy earth, breathless but unwilling to stop.
Harry wasn't sure how it all happened, but next thing he knew he was moving inside the other boy – short, rough thrusts that made Draco release Harry's mouth and give a serious of pained moans. The moon was shining down on his pale face. His lips were glistening with a mixture of his and Harry's saliva, and fuck Harry had to kiss him again.
Anger. Moonlight. Sex. Harry could not imagine a more titillating medley of flavours. He was determined to taste it again and again and again.
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Wordcount: 500
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but hopefully one day I'll own something. Sadly, it won't be Harry Potter.
Summary: Harry discovers his favourite medley of flavours.
A/N: This was written as a Valentine's Day gift for my f-list. It's unbeta'd, as I just wrote it this morning. Please forgive any mistakes.
Draco Malfoy tastes like anger, moonlight, and sex. Harry knows because he's been snogging -- and fucking -- him for weeks. The sex part is easy to figure out, but one might wonder what anger and moonlight taste like. Well, such things do indeed have a flavour. Harry discovered this curious fact the night he went to return a certain wand.
It was eight in the evening, a bit late for an unannounced social call, but Harry's days were busy and returning Draco's wand wasn't something he'd been looking forward to. So once the idea popped into his head, he had to get it over with. Upon his arrival, he was informed by a cool but polite Narcissa that Draco was out flying, and that if Harry wanted to speak with him tonight, he was welcome to wait.
Harry went out by the broom shed on the grounds and watched Draco's silhouette against the darkening sky as Draco flew for what seemed like hours, pulling off difficult turns and impressive dives. It was the first time Harry truly appreciated what a graceful flier he was.
When at last Draco landed, he looked furious. His hair was wild from the wind, his nostrils flared, and his eyes cold as ice. "What are you doing here?" he said by way of greeting.
Harry pulled the hawthorn wand out of his pocket and held it out to him. "I wanted to return this to you."
Draco's jaw tightened. "I've no need of that wand anymore."
Harry shrugged. "Throw it away if you want, but it's yours, so take it."
They stared at each other for a few seconds, something coiling low in Harry's belly. It was that feeling of anger and frustration and something else he couldn't describe that he got whenever he was around the other boy. He wanted to punch Draco, like he had out on the Hogwarts' Quidditch pitch in fifth year; but he hadn't come the Manor to fight, so he did the only other thing he could think of and grabbed Draco.
"What are you—?"
Draco smelled like the wind, Harry noted as their mouths crashed together. And that's when he learned what anger tasted like. It wasn't like the flavour of food, which affected only one's taste buds. No, Draco's anger fired up every last one of Harry's nerves until his entire body tingled with excitement. He'd never imagined that snogging could be a form of fighting, but with Draco, that's exactly what it was. The first one to pull away would be the loser, so they kept at it until they sank to the grassy earth, breathless but unwilling to stop.
Harry wasn't sure how it all happened, but next thing he knew he was moving inside the other boy – short, rough thrusts that made Draco release Harry's mouth and give a serious of pained moans. The moon was shining down on his pale face. His lips were glistening with a mixture of his and Harry's saliva, and fuck Harry had to kiss him again.
Anger. Moonlight. Sex. Harry could not imagine a more titillating medley of flavours. He was determined to taste it again and again and again.
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He'd never imagined that snogging could be a form of fighting, but with Draco, that's exactly what it was. ♥ ♥Truer words have never been spoken.
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Brilliant hon, hot, sexy and just a little rough ;)
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Love that image :D
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Very nice!!
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<333
This fic was so cute (and sexy)! :D
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This is EXACTLY how these two would react with a first kiss. You got it perfect! Now they have the best way to fight under their belt. (As if they haven't known that for ages. So them.)...
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*pokes you* Happy Valentine's Day. Or, err, belated Valentine's Day. ^^ I hope you had a good one. ♥
I love this image ♥, oooh:
"Harry wasn't sure how it all happened, but next thing he knew he was moving inside the other boy – short, rough thrusts that made Draco release Harry's mouth and give a serious of pained moans. The moon was shining down on his pale face. His lips were glistening with a mixture of his and Harry's saliva, and fuck Harry had to kiss him again."
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It's powerful and passionate with so few words. Brilliantly done!
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*hugs*