alisanne

Title: A Standing Invitation
Author:

alisanne
Rating: PG
Word count: 100 x 5
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Challenge: Written for

dracoharry100/

dracoharry100's prompt #305: The Burrow
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta:

sevfan and

emynn.
Authors Notes: Draco discovers it's virtually impossible to avoid Sunday dinner at the Burrow.

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A Standing Invitation

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“This is a bad idea, Draco.”

Draco kept moving. “I believe I mentioned that when we got the invitation.”

Harry sighed. “We’re here at the Burrow for dinner. What you’re suggesting is--”

“Fun.” Spotting a door, Draco moved towards it. Dragging Harry inside a storage room he spun, pushing Harry against the wall. “Finally,” he purred. “Alone.”

Harry shook his head. “Horny bastard.”

“You love that about me.” Nuzzling Harry’s neck, Draco whispered, “So shall we argue? Or shall we fuck instead?”

“We’re going to regret this,” Harry sighed, reaching for Draco.

Draco smirked, disrobing quickly. “You worry too much.”

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Harry groaned, burying his face in Draco’s neck to try to muffle the sound. Draco hissed as Harry drove deeper, his legs tightening around Harry’s waist. “Quiet,” he whispered, his tongue curling around the lobe of Harry’s ear. “Don’t want anyone...fuck yes, there...anyone coming to investigate.”

Growling, Harry shifted, smiling as Draco’s words died away and he whimpered. “It’s the Burrow,” he gasped, speeding up his thrusts. “I’m hoping no one...notices we....disappeared.”

Arching, Draco began to convulse around Harry, coming with a low moan.

Harry thrust hard, grinding himself against Draco.

Neither heard the door open.

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“...think I left extra biscuits in here...Oh dear!”

Harry, still trembling in the throes of his orgasm, froze. He started to turn around, but Draco, virtually naked, clamped his arms and legs tighter, holding him in place.

There was silence, then the door abruptly closed. “No, not there,” came Molly’s voice. “No, Hermione! Don’t go in there, this way--”

“Well shit,” Harry groaned, his head hitting Draco’s chest. “I’ll never be able to show my face here again.”

Draco coughed. “So this may be our last visit to the Burrow?”

Harry sighed. “You don’t have to sound so pleased.”

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“Dinner’s delicious, Mrs Weasley,” Draco praised.

Harry, irritated at how unembarrassed Draco was, glared at him.

“Thank you, dear,” said Molly, looking pleased. “My roast seems popular.”

“I can understand why,” Draco said, helping himself to seconds.

Harry, still unable to look Molly in the eyes, nodded at his plate. “Yes, everything’s wonderful, as always.”

“I’m so pleased you boys have such...healthy appetites.” Molly smirked as both Harry’s and Draco’s heads popped up. “I hope this means you’ll visit us often.”

Draco coughed. “We wouldn’t want to impose--”

“Nonsense.” Molly smirked. “The Burrow’s for family, which you now are.”

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“I can’t believe we’ve a standing invitation to Sunday dinner at the Burrow,” Draco groaned upon emerging from the Floo at home.

Harry shook his head. “You raved about dinner. What did you expect?”

“I expected her to be so shocked about finding you balls deep inside me in the storage room that she’d be speechless,” Draco shot back. “If my mother had found us like that--”

“Draco,” Harry interrupted. “Molly had seven children. She’s very familiar with sex. She probably shags Arthur in that very room.”

Draco’s eyes widened. “Never mention Weasley sex habits again.”

Harry smiled. “With pleasure.”

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