So I usually don’t post my responses to drabble memes separately, but there are 70+ comments on that post and the threads are all collapsing. I like it to be easy for readers to find and appreciate my work! ;) (Besides, Dwenizens and LJ people don't always see both posts.) So I shall post them.
Not one at a time, usually, but since this is so emphatically not a drabble it gets a post to itself.Title:
Screwed BlueWord count:
Draco’s doing community service and Harry is his Auror-in-training sponsor. He has to pat him down for contraband.Warnings:
The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.Author’s Notes:
This was requested by sesheta_66
in my drabble meme. She wanted handcuffs/whipped cream, Harry/Draco, and smurfs. That last one is why there is no sex.
Harry took one look at Malfoy and burst out laughing. “You look like a smurf!”
Malfoy’s face – liberally splattered with blue paint – went through a series of contortions before he settled on annoyance. “No I don’t!”
“D’you know what a smurf is
“No.” Malfoy pouted at him. He’d been doing it a lot since his community service – rebuilding Hogwarts – began, probably because in the absence of a wand, pouting was the best way to get what he wanted. Smeared with blue paint – it was even in his hair – and sweaty, it was extra-effective.
Malfoy turned towards the stairs.
“Wait. You know I’ve got to search you for contraband.” Harry was Malfoy’s Auror sponsor for the programme.
Malfoy stopped, his jaw clenching, then stood against the wall with his arms and legs spread. Harry felt sorry for him – it didn’t seem fair – but this aspect of his Auror Trainee status was his favourite. He crouched in front of Malfoy and ran his hands slowly up the front of his legs. Malfoy’s thighs were tense under his hands. Harry glanced up to see Malfoy flush. He found this humiliating, Harry knew: to be treated like a criminal, with his old enemy in charge of checking him for contraband.
Harry made himself smooth his hands over Malfoy’s hips, then rubbed over his chest. Blue smeared over his hands.
Harry had to clear his throat before he could rasp, “turn around.”
Malfoy scowled, unmoving.
“Malfoy, I don’t want to have to arrest you for non-compliance – ”
“I’m sure.” But he turned and planted his hands on the wall. His fucking fantastic arse was pushed out just the tiniest bit. Harry eyed it, his cock hardening further.
Then he was cupping it, sliding his hands over the taut curves. Blue followed his touch like he was marking Malfoy’s arse as his.
Harry’s face felt hot, the rush of blood there matched only by the rush of blood to his cock. He moved closer to run his hands up Malfoy’s back: the lines of muscle there made up for the crying shame that was letting go of his arse.
As Harry reached for his shoulders, he leaned in too far. His erection pressed firmly against Malfoy’s arse for an unmistakable moment.
Harry leapt back like a scalded cat as Malfoy spun. His eyes were almost wild. “Was that – you were – ” They fell to Harry’s crotch. “You’re hard
“I – I didn’t mean to.”
Malfoy spluttered a laugh. “Pardon?”
“I didn’t mean to – to sexually harass you or anything,” Harry said, hoping painfully that this didn’t lose him his place in Auror training as well as the chance to have his hands all over Malfoy’s body. Malfoy was pressed against the wall, his face shocked. “I can have you transferred to somebody else. It might take a few days but – I wasn’t trying to molest
you or anything – ”
At this, Malfoy seemed to regain his composure. “Obviously. If you were trying, you clearly weren’t trying hard enough.”
Harry stared. “What?”
“You heard me.”
A sly smile crossed Malfoy’s face, and he pushed off the wall. Harry backed away.
“C’mon, Potter. Are you sure you don’t want to have another go?”
“Of course I do,” Harry snapped. “Stop smiling! D’you know how hard I’ve been trying to not let – let my urges
get in the way of things – ”
“That’s why you got snappy with me,” Malfoy said, in the tones of one experiencing a relevation. For a moment his pale eyes were soft. Then the sly grin was back. “Doing the right thing for me, Potter? Perish the thought. I’m a bad man.”
“You’re not, don’t say that – ”
“Of course I am. So you must arrest me.”
Harry blinked. “Arrest you?”
“And then interrogate me.” Malfoy gave him a grin, soft and teasing at the same time, that Harry had seen before, but not directed at him. It had only belonged to Pansy Parkinson.
Harry’s heart started pounding in his chest even before Malfoy said his next words. “Perhaps you could use those interesting handcuffs on your belt.”