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enchanted_jaeTitle: Not Amused
Author:enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Ron/Neville
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 560
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:hd_commentfest - Photo prompts
Summary: Draco's pleasant lassitude is interrupted by an unpleasant surprise.
Draco woke up to the delightful sensation of Harry's teeth nibbling gently at his nape. Draco's lips parted on a happy sigh, but his eyes remained closed as he drifted in a haze of drowsy pleasure.
Harry often woke Draco in this manner, teasing his neck with soft, sucking kisses and tiny nips, while frotting his growing erection in the cleft of Draco's arse. He would then turn Draco on his stomach, pull his hips up and enter him from behind. They would begin their morning by making slow, sweet love, and there was nothing Draco enjoyed more. Draco released a contented chuff and snuggled deeper into Harry's arms, rubbing his cheek against his boyfriend's hairy chest.
Hang on...
Harry didn't have a hairy chest. For that matter, how could Harry be both behind Draco and in front of him?
Draco cracked his eyes open to get an up-close-and-personal view of Weasley's freckled shoulder, ginger hair, and drooling face.
"GAH!"
Draco's horrified yell resulted in an eruption on the bed as limbs flailed and groans and profanities fell from lips.
Draco's attempt to scoot away from Weasley landed him firmly in Harry's arms. Thank Merlin it had been his boyfriend who was loving up to his neck like that. At the same time, Weasley was cringing back in dismay, while Longbottom blinked at Draco from behind Weasley.
All four of them were in various states of undress, which was evident by the lack of blankets. It would seem they had fallen asleep on top of the bed. Draco's consternation increased when his eyes strayed below Weasley's waist.
"Inappropriate boner!" he screeched, pointing an accusing finger at the bulge in Weasley's pants. His own erection had deflated at the first sight of ginger hair and freckles.
"It's for Neville, not you, Ferret!" snarled Weasley, snatching a pillow to hold over his lap.
Harry rested his chin on Draco's shoulder and grinned at his friends. "Good morning, Ron. Morning, Neville."
"What are they doing in our bed?!" demanded Draco, craning his neck to glare at his boyfriend.
"I think you're in our bed," said Longbottom, lying back down with a hearty yawn.
Draco tried to remember the previous night. He and Harry had attended Seamus Finnigan's stag party. Of course, Weasley and Longbottom had been there, as well. It had been a Gryffindor reunion of sorts, Draco recalled with a shudder. There had been good food, plenty of ale, and a busty stripper. Most of the revelers had imbibed too much to Apparate home, and Finnigan had graciously offered his guest rooms. Draco knew that he and Harry had stumbled through one of the open doors and collapsed on the bed, but he wasn't sure what had occurred afterward. At least all of them were still partially clothed, or he would have feared for his virtue.
"I reckon we all simply passed out drunk on the bed," said Harry, nuzzling his nose into the short hair at Draco's nape.
"N-nothing happened?" whispered Draco, seeking reassurance.
"Nothing that you didn't beg for, Ferret," taunted Weasley.
Harry and Longbottom snorted in laughter, but Draco was not amused. His stomach lurched alarmingly, and Draco clapped a hand over his mouth as he scrambled for the loo.
Author:
enchanted_jaeCharacters: Harry/Draco, Ron/Neville
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 560
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
hd_commentfest - Photo promptsSummary: Draco's pleasant lassitude is interrupted by an unpleasant surprise.
Draco woke up to the delightful sensation of Harry's teeth nibbling gently at his nape. Draco's lips parted on a happy sigh, but his eyes remained closed as he drifted in a haze of drowsy pleasure.
Harry often woke Draco in this manner, teasing his neck with soft, sucking kisses and tiny nips, while frotting his growing erection in the cleft of Draco's arse. He would then turn Draco on his stomach, pull his hips up and enter him from behind. They would begin their morning by making slow, sweet love, and there was nothing Draco enjoyed more. Draco released a contented chuff and snuggled deeper into Harry's arms, rubbing his cheek against his boyfriend's hairy chest.
Hang on...
Harry didn't have a hairy chest. For that matter, how could Harry be both behind Draco and in front of him?
Draco cracked his eyes open to get an up-close-and-personal view of Weasley's freckled shoulder, ginger hair, and drooling face.
"GAH!"
Draco's horrified yell resulted in an eruption on the bed as limbs flailed and groans and profanities fell from lips.
Draco's attempt to scoot away from Weasley landed him firmly in Harry's arms. Thank Merlin it had been his boyfriend who was loving up to his neck like that. At the same time, Weasley was cringing back in dismay, while Longbottom blinked at Draco from behind Weasley.
All four of them were in various states of undress, which was evident by the lack of blankets. It would seem they had fallen asleep on top of the bed. Draco's consternation increased when his eyes strayed below Weasley's waist.
"Inappropriate boner!" he screeched, pointing an accusing finger at the bulge in Weasley's pants. His own erection had deflated at the first sight of ginger hair and freckles.
"It's for Neville, not you, Ferret!" snarled Weasley, snatching a pillow to hold over his lap.
Harry rested his chin on Draco's shoulder and grinned at his friends. "Good morning, Ron. Morning, Neville."
"What are they doing in our bed?!" demanded Draco, craning his neck to glare at his boyfriend.
"I think you're in our bed," said Longbottom, lying back down with a hearty yawn.
Draco tried to remember the previous night. He and Harry had attended Seamus Finnigan's stag party. Of course, Weasley and Longbottom had been there, as well. It had been a Gryffindor reunion of sorts, Draco recalled with a shudder. There had been good food, plenty of ale, and a busty stripper. Most of the revelers had imbibed too much to Apparate home, and Finnigan had graciously offered his guest rooms. Draco knew that he and Harry had stumbled through one of the open doors and collapsed on the bed, but he wasn't sure what had occurred afterward. At least all of them were still partially clothed, or he would have feared for his virtue.
"I reckon we all simply passed out drunk on the bed," said Harry, nuzzling his nose into the short hair at Draco's nape.
"N-nothing happened?" whispered Draco, seeking reassurance.
"Nothing that you didn't beg for, Ferret," taunted Weasley.
Harry and Longbottom snorted in laughter, but Draco was not amused. His stomach lurched alarmingly, and Draco clapped a hand over his mouth as he scrambled for the loo.
