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Bad Behaviour - Prompt War! 
8th-Jul-2009 04:39 pm
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Hi guys! With any luck I'll post a proper Back From The Dead post soon (but frankly, the never-ending parade of internet issues makes me not want to promise anything). But for now, I must post my entry for the first round of the Prompt War between me and lilith1631! Victory will be mine!

Title: Bad Behaviour
Word count: ~1450
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating NC-17
Summary: Harry’s feeling nostalgic, and makes a Hogwarts breakfast. Eventually Draco is persuaded to play that they’re schoolboys too.
Warnings: consent play
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This is my first fic for the Lilith vs Loki Prompt War! (Don’t we have great handles for this? Adam’s demonic first wife vs the Norse god of mischief!) Lilith’s prompts for me were porridge oats, windchime, dandelions and snowglobe. I got them all in, but fuck that word limit. The smut was much better before I remembered about 1500 words max.

Draco lay in the back garden, playing with his snowglobe. The garden was small and scrubby, and it gave him hay fever in the summer and was chilly, now, in spring. Usually Harry was the one who liked to spend time here; Draco would follow him out, give a disdainful sniff, and Apparate to Malfoy Manor. The gardens there were glorious all year round; Draco had a particular fondness for the flowering cacti. So pretty, yet so pointy. “Like you,” Harry had said when he’d seen them, and touched the point of Draco’s chin.

The windchime Harry had put up – dangling silver Snitches – in the doorway chimed one, two, three, in the wind blowing through the garden. Draco’s hair was blowing about in the wind and he probably looked like a blond dandelion, but he stretched determinedly on the grass and refused to move.

He could hear Harry swearing in the kitchen. The swearwords had degenerated from “Merlin” to distinctly Muggle vulgarities Harry must have learnt from his repulsive relatives; he had to be really pissed off. Draco caught the sound of heavy footsteps stamping towards the back door; he laid back calmly and shook his snowglobe again, watching the flakes fly around the perfect, tiny representation of Malfoy Manor.

Harry’s ever-ruffled black head appeared around the back door. “Are you going to help?” he demanded.

Draco smiled, serene as a Buddha. A Buddha who was slowly torturing his boyfriend into madness, but a Buddha nonetheless. “Why should I? You’re the one who decided to make us a Hogwarts breakfast from scratch – and without house-elves, too, just because you’re scared of Granger.”

“So are you,” Harry retorted.

“True, but this is because I take a sensible approach to forces that could chew me up and spit me out. You run towards danger.”

“I do not!”

He said this, but he kept arguing with a Malfoy. It made no sense. “The point is, you were the one to get soggy with nostalgia. You cook, and I will make appreciative noises.”

“Draco,” Harry said. His face was beginning to flush with annoyance: Draco looked at it complacently and thought about the way that flush crested the top of his cheekbones when Draco fucked him. That was delicious. “Draco!”

“What?” Draco said it crossly, pouting. He looked up under his eyelashes at Harry, in order to look appealing and to check if his pout was working.

“I can tell when you’re not listening to me,” Harry said severely. “Look, this is really hard! I spilt the oats for the porridge all down me!” He finally came into the garden properly, and Draco choked back a giggle. Porridge oats were smeared all down Harry’s jeans, and there was pumpkin juice on his t-shirt.

But if he laughed, he might not get to the part where they had ‘schoolboy’ sex after their Hogwarts breakfast, raging at each other and yanking on each other’s ties. Draco was hoping Harry would let him tie him up with Slytherin ties.

On the other hand, it’d be hot if Harry tied him up, furious and wanting to put Draco in his place...

So he picked a dandelion from the lawn, stood, and swaggered over to Harry. Harry was still standing in one of his interrogation poses, arms crossed and legs planted firmly, watching Draco through narrowed green eyes. “Okay, Harry,” he cooed, and put his arms round his boyfriend. “No problem.”

Harry still looked suspicious, that little line between his brows deepening. But then he melted and smiled back. “You’re the best.”

“I know,” Draco said. Then he lifted the dandelion between their faces, and blew.

He escaped while Harry was still spluttering.


Half an hour later, they sat down to breakfast. Harry still had dandelion seeds in his hair, but Draco chose not to draw attention to this. He’d been forgiven after he made the toast, because Harry was indulgent whenever Draco made his bad attempts at cooking, but no need to draw too much attention to it.

Harry was playfully glaring at him and Draco was trying to make him smile by playing footsie under the table when the fireplace flared. Bloody Justin Flinches Fetchingly, the most pathetic Hufflepuff Hogwarts ever produced and Harry’s Auror partner, had his head in the Floo.

“Hi guys. Sorry to interrupt, Harry, but we need you for a couple of hours – the Mulciber case just got nasty.”

“Bugger,” Harry said, already standing. “Okay, I’ll be right there.” Justin didn’t seem to get the hint; Harry leant in to kiss Draco goodbye, and the idiot was still watching. Probably imaging himself in Draco’s place.

Draco sucked Harry’s lower lip, deliberately showy. Harry started to pull away, but Draco held him, breathing the scent of his aftershave and speaking against his mouth. “Come home quickly, all right? When you get back, I want to pretend it’s sixth year.”

Harry chuckled a little, the huff of air passing warmly over Draco’s lips. “We’re going to pretend you’re being blackmailed by a psychopath?”

Draco sighed. “Hatesex, Harry.”

“Ohhh... gotcha.” Harry winked, then turned away and Flooed after Justin.



Harry didn’t get back until after dark. Draco busied himself with a few difficult tasks – went out once, and did what was necessary – but he was still peeved.

That made it easy for him to glare when Harry came up to their room, looking tired. “Sorry, I had to do all the paperwork because Justin wandered off after the arrest – ”

“What are you doing in my room, Potter?” Draco snapped.

Harry’s head jerked round. He took in the Hogwarts uniform, and smiled, slow as a stalking panther. “I’m here to find out what you’ve been up to, Malfoy.”

“Ha! You think I’ll tell – ” Draco yelped as Harry lunged, bringing them both down onto the bed. He struggled, not wanting to make this easy: Harry wasn’t going to have this all his own way. He smacked the side of Harry’s head, half knocking off his glasses; Harry grabbed his wrist and bore the hand to the mattress. “No – ” They rolled around, Draco feeling more and more overheated: he hadn’t lost, but he couldn’t get Harry off him. “Fuck off Potter – ” Harry laughed, not even out of breath.

Then Draco remembered that Harry had had Auror training. He was letting this carry on, indulging him! Infuriated, Draco lifted a leg to knee Harry viciously in the side. He drew a pained gasp. But then Harry grabbed his hair, pulling his head back, and muscled his way between Draco’s legs: parting them had been a bad idea.

“ASurrender?” There was a smirk in Harry’s voice; he lowered his face to Draco’s neck, pulled taut and vulnerable by Harry’s grip on his hair, and kissed it. Draco moaned helplessly, but –

“Never!” he yowled. His hands were freed. He grabbed for Harry, scratching him, then realised his hands were free because Harry had grabbed his wand. Harry pointed it at him.



“Exactly,” Harry agreed, as Draco’s hands were bound behind his back. “So, Malfoy, going to give it up?”

“Fuck off.” Draco felt sulky. “You haven’t won yet.”

“No?” Harry waved his wand again, and stripped him. Draco gave a shuddering gasp as the cool of the room touched his skin, and instinctively clenched his thighs, feeling exposed. Harry, still lying heavily between them, grinned. “In that case, I’ll have to make you surrender.”

Draco stared up into his face, feeling very uncomfortable with his hands tied, and very vulnerable. “Now, Potter, remember you’re sixteen and still rather innocent...”

“No, not really.” Harry’s hand left his hair, and the next moment Draco gasped in outrage. Two rude hands were harshly spreading his thighs; one lifted his balls, sending delicious shivers through him. Then – “Oh!” Fingertips were rubbing at his hole, spreading oil there. “Potter – ”

“Shush.” Harry kissed him; Draco opened for him automatically, forgetting the game as Harry’s tongue stroked slickly over his. Then he felt Harry’s hand move away, heard him undoing his belt and zipper. “Potter – ”

Harry pressed inside, stretching him uncomfortably. His breath came in stuttering gasps at the feeling. “Wait, stop – ”

“No, I don’t think so.” Harry grinned predatorily, his eyes alight; in the light through the Venetian blinds, his hair was brindled black and grey, like a wolf. “I want you.”

He moved slowly at first, but not out of mercy: he was watching Draco’s face as it clenched in pain. Draco bit his lip, not meeting Harry’s eyes.

“You like this...”

“No – ”

Draco arched as a hand reached down to wank him. “Oh – I – ”

The hand left again; Harry smiled teasingly and kissed his neck again, sucking enough to leave a bruise. “Are you sure?”

“Fine, I like it!” Draco snapped. “Just fuck me.”

Oh bliss, the hand came back, and Harry was fucking faster now, so hard it almost hurt, twisting Draco’s nipple to watch him shudder. They came together: this was so much better than anything Justin could provide.


“Sorry, Harry, I just remembered – I left the snow globe in the garden.” He went outside still naked, much too pleased with himself to care what the neighbours thought, and picked it up where he’d left it, a few hours ago. He shook the snowglobe, and watched snow fall on the tiny, perfect Malfoy Manor, then lifted it to his ear.

If he tried, he could hear the shrunken Justin screaming in the tiny, perfect dungeons.

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8th-Jul-2009 04:13 pm (UTC)
AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! OMG! JUSTIN!!!!!!!

*realises she's laughing* Fuck. You are apparently a more worthy an opponent than I thought. Mind you, it is why I asked you to play war with me :D:D

Alright, one penalty prompt for the windchimes being backgrounded, but it will be a nice prompt because the snitches are cute. Also, smexy. Bravo!

*Jabs loki with a rather large purple quill that still has some of Dyson's blood on it*

I hope the grannies beat you with their books :P

8th-Jul-2009 05:09 pm (UTC)
Heh, I loved making Draco that petty and evil.

I am worthy! *\o/* I actually rewrote it so there'd be smut. The smut was a lot better before I realised I was 300 over the word limit, too. *pouts* Yay and thank you for the nice extra prompt!

Your prompts for the next round are:


See you on the battlefield!
8th-Jul-2009 05:31 pm (UTC)
Lol! This was very hot, yum, and funny too. :D
11th-Jul-2009 12:44 am (UTC)
Heh, thanks! I'm so glad just to be writing posting smut again!
8th-Jul-2009 07:49 pm (UTC)
Hate sex!! I love it XD


Hehe, I loved it ♥
11th-Jul-2009 12:25 am (UTC)
*grins* So glad you liked the sex - I had to cut the smut a lot to make it fit, but kink will cover a multitude of sins. :D I loved being so mean to Justin!

Also, I've just watched your icon like three times. Win!
8th-Jul-2009 09:21 pm (UTC)
XD OH GOD. ROFL. Poor Justin. :'DD Great twist of an ending. XD I TOTALLY DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING.
11th-Jul-2009 01:23 am (UTC)
*grins* I am dreadful and wicked! So pleased you liked it, koishii - it's been much too long. *hugs you*
8th-Jul-2009 10:16 pm (UTC)
Ummm, do I feel sorry for Justin? *thinks* Nope! Great story.
11th-Jul-2009 12:25 am (UTC)
LOL! Poor Justin, everybody just thinks it's funny that he's locked up!

Thanks for the comment!
8th-Jul-2009 10:47 pm (UTC)
Ah, awesomeness. XD
This one's great. And I can't stop laughing at that image of tiny Justin in tiny Malfoy dungeons. *collapses off the chair*


*climbs back onto chair*
I'm ok, I'm ok. *giggle* I have to get Chloe to draw that for me.
Ahem. Ok. I liked the Snitch windchime and Harry's hair being like a wolf. Also, that Draco is irrationally jeaoulos of Harry cos Justin didn't stop looking when they were kissing. Which, granted, is weird, but doesn't necessarily mean anything. Not that I mind, it makes for wonderful Draco-fuelled entertainment after all.
And Harry going all toppy again. *sigh*
It's a great one, Loki.

[I wasn't kidding when I said I ALWAYS leave you long reviews, huh?]
11th-Jul-2009 01:21 am (UTC)
*grins* I LOVE your long reviews! And if you do get her to draw it for you, you absolutely MUST tell me. I'd be pleased as punch!

Thanks for mentioning Harry's hair being like a wolf's fur, because the wolf imagery was my favourite part of the smut and a BITCH to keep in, what with the wordcount limit. Thanks again, babe!
9th-Jul-2009 01:36 am (UTC)
I think I love you.
11th-Jul-2009 12:28 am (UTC)
Thanks, because I love you too!
9th-Jul-2009 03:15 am (UTC)
Oh my, what a wickedly Slytherin Draco. Heh.
11th-Jul-2009 12:29 am (UTC)
*grins* It's not at all canon for him to do that, but I don't care!
9th-Jul-2009 04:06 am (UTC)
This is so awesome!! The combination of fluff and wit and smut is so well done, and it's great to see you back! I've been sporadically checking your page for updates.
27th-Jul-2009 05:29 am (UTC)
D'aww! *hugs you* I've missed you. I'm glad you like it, since writing to four prompts and those 1500 words is kind of a bitch.

9th-Jul-2009 02:30 pm (UTC) - Bad Behaviour
Draco had a particular fondness for the flowering cacti. So pretty, yet so pointy. “Like you,” Harry had said when he’d seen them, and touched the point of Draco’s chin.

I love you so much for this description! ♥
11th-Jul-2009 12:28 am (UTC) - Re: Bad Behaviour
Heh, thanks!
9th-Jul-2009 02:37 pm (UTC)
11th-Jul-2009 12:33 am (UTC)
:D Thanks!
12th-Jul-2009 03:35 pm (UTC)
Hatesex!! Hmmmm..... Very luurrvlaay! :)
Schoolboys I like very mucho! Bravo!

(Btw, just in case you're wondering who I am, I'm one of the strange inactive lurkers who happens to be Lilith's fan/friend. )
27th-Jul-2009 05:12 am (UTC)
Hello! Any friend of Lilith's is a friend of mine, etc.

Thanks for the comment! I totally wrangled this so I could have schoolboy hatesex, heh.
14th-Jul-2009 11:50 pm (UTC)
this ones good... :)
27th-Jul-2009 04:45 am (UTC)
Thank you, sweet thing.
18th-Jul-2009 07:40 am (UTC)
oh my god!!!! hahahaha!!!! justin is in there??!! hahahaha!!!! love you, draco!!! well done!!!
27th-Jul-2009 04:45 am (UTC)
:D Thanks so much for the comment! Sorry I took so long to reply.
18th-Jul-2009 09:41 pm (UTC)
LOL!!! I did not see that coming. I wonder if Justin is the only person there, or are there other people that got to close to Harry there too? Hilarious. Loved it! Thank you so much for sharing this great fic. Very nicely done. :D
27th-Jul-2009 04:36 am (UTC)
*grins* Thanks so much for the lovely comment. Sorry I was too busy getting drunk at Azkatraz to reply before! And it hadn't occurred to me before, but I bet Draco builds up his collection of Tiny Threats To My Relationship.
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