The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.Author’s Notes:
This is the latest installment in the Smitten series
and was written for hd100
’s current prompt, weasel
When Draco woke, he was alone in Harry’s bed. It was cold: Harry must have thrown the duvet back when he got up. Draco squashed the ridiculous side of himself that would have hoped to be tucked back in, and sat up. He slid out of bed – after a quick peek through the four-poster’s curtains to check the dormitory was empty – and got into yesterday’s robes. He wanted to find Harry, then a shower.
His mouth quirked at the thought. Maybe he could have them both together.
He went downstairs, and found Harry and the Weasel in the common room.~*~
“Harry,” he said, smiling. He went over, and leant in to kiss Harry – not only because the Weasel’s reaction would be funny. Harry pulled back sharply, and Draco frowned.
“Morning, Malfoy.” Harry’s voice was blank. Draco felt a shock go through him: where was the tenderness he’d got used to so fast? “You can see yourself out, right?”
Draco blinked at him. “What?”
“You heard me. Come on, Malfoy, we’ve fucked. Time to get your loose arse out of here.”
Draco couldn’t move. He felt cold, sick; divorced from his body, that had been so pleasured a few hours before.~*~
Harry looked irritated now. “Go on, out! I’ve had you, which is pretty satisfying. Being the first one to fuck your haughty self’ll be a nice memory for Potions lessons.” He leered, and Draco flinched. He wished he hadn’t; he couldn’t bear the mocking grin spreading over Harry’s face. “Cheers, really. Here’s a tip, though – you might want to get some practice in. The event itself was kind of a disappointment. There’s only so much of you lying around and gasping like a beached fish a guy wants, you know?”
Draco fled, heartsick. What a stupid, smitten fool he’d been.