Jae's Journal

Title: Earthy 6
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Strong sexual content
Word count: 540
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift for gelsey in thanks for providing the beta for my 2021 dracotops_harry fest fic. The prompt was spring and blossoms.
Note: This is part of my Earthy verse but can be easily read as a stand-alone.
Summary: Draco gets sidetracked in the garden. Twice.



Draco flung open the French doors and strode out into the gardens. Spring had finally arrived in a riot of blooms and blossoms. Draco halted and drew in a deep breath. It had rained earlier that day, and the scent of flowers hung heavy on the air. It was like stepping into a perfumery. Draco wondered if it was possible to recreate this scent in some of the balms he produced in his potions lab.

Intrigued by the prospect, he forgot all about finding his wayward husband and meandered into the gardens instead. Draco paused now and again to pluck a particular bloom or leaf, inhaling each before placing them in his pocket.

"I'd love to pluck you."

Draco started and whirled to see Harry leering at him from where he was pulling weeds from a flower bed. "You frightened ten years off my life, you prat."

"You should be more aware of your surroundings," said Harry. "What if I was a lion, intending to pounce?"

Draco's pulse sped up, but he lifted his chin and said, "There aren't any lions in England."

"I beg to differ," Harry said in a rough voice. He stood up and prowled closer. "I come from the house of lions. We are known for our bravery, our daring, and our ability to shag our partners senseless."

Draco's knees got weak, and he had to lock them to remain upright. He cleared his throat. "Perhaps we can continue this discussion in the bedroom?"

"A lion doesn't need a bedroom," scoffed Harry, stalking closer still.

Draco took an uneasy step back. He held up a hand, as if that could stop a lion in its tracks, and said, "Harry, I don't want to...eep!" Draco found himself flat on his back on the damp ground with a hungry lion looming over him.

"Harry, this is most unseemly. Let me up this instant."

"Aren't you up already?" teased Harry, subjecting Draco to a crass groping.

Draco squeaked again and arched up.

"Hah! I knew it," said Harry, gloating at his victory. "Hang on, love, this is going to be quite the thrill ride."

In moments, Draco was naked from the waist down, while Harry had settled for merely undoing his jeans and pushing them and his pants to mid-thigh. He'd conjured some lubricant, taken aim, and was now pumping between Draco's legs with unfettered enthusiasm.

The scent of crushed grass and flowers wafted up around them, releasing an earthy aroma that titillated Draco's senses. He tossed propriety to the wind and lifted his hips into each of Harry's powerful thrusts. In embarrassingly short order, Draco was pulsing between their bodies. Harry didn't last much longer, groaning low in his throat as he climaxed.

"Mm, that was fun," sighed Harry.

"Geroff, you savage," grumbled Draco. Now that the heat of the moment had cooled, along with his ardor, he was aware of the wet, dirty ground he reposed upon.

Harry rolled away and sat up. "We should shag in the gardens more often."

"Ugh." Draco grimaced and began searching for his pants. "I need a hot shower."

As if on cue, it began to rain again.

Harry chuckled. "Ask and you shall receive."

"I said I wanted a hot shower."