Fic: Easter Treasure
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alisanneTitle: Easter Treasure
Author:alisanne
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger implied.
Summary: While on a hunt for Easter eggs, Harry ends up finding something much more delicious.
Word Count: 1710
Genre: Romance, erotica, humor
Warnings: Semi-public sex, exhibitionism.
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hd_pots_n_porn, prompt #76: Easter Brunch/Lunch, and for hd_fluff's prompt #101: Prank War. Edit: And for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
enchanted_jae's monthly drabble challenge: Tree(s). *g*
Betas:emynn and sevfan
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Easter Treasure
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Harry looked around the Burrow’s back yard. It was festooned with pastel-coloured ribbons and eggs hanging from practically every tree branch. “Wow, your mum really went all out, didn’t she?”
Ron grinned. “Yeah, she loves Easter. She’s got a thing for Easter eggs. Spends hours making and hiding them for the kids so they can have an Easter treasure hunt.”
“Ah.” Harry smiled. “Well, just so you know, I won’t be participating in that.”
“No one expects you to,” Ron assured him. “Although Hermione and I probably will.”
“Oh?” Harry raised an eyebrow.
Ron hummed. “Think about it. It’s an excuse to wander off into the underbrush for some undisturbed time. Ever since Rose arrived, that’s been in short supply.”
“And you’ve built-in babysitters here.” Harry nodded. “Smart.”
“Hermione’s idea.” Ron grinned. “I really love that woman.”
Harry chuckled. “I think I knew that.”
“Knew what?” Hermione approached, carrying Rose, whose chubby fingers were tangled in Hermione’s hair.
Harry hugged her and kissed Rose, who giggled. “That your husband has a thing for you.”
Ron and Hermione exchanged a look so filled with love that it made Harry vaguely uncomfortable. Leaning in, Hermione kissed Ron lightly. “I’m rather fond of him myself,” she murmured.
“Down!” Rose demanded, getting squirmy.
Hermione set her down and she was off like a shot.
Ron shook his head. “They’ll be no stopping her when she’s older, will there? Bloody hell.”
Harry laughed. “Well, if you recall, her mother was fighting trolls at age eleven. What did you expect?”
Ron groaned, grinning unrepentantly when Hermione elbowed him. “Ow!”
Shaking his head at their antics, Harry looked away. Will I ever have that? he wondered.
“Hey.” Placing her hand on his arm, Hermione smiled. “You all right?” She hesitated. “I know it’s probably rough, what with Ginny--”
Harry patted her hand. “It’s fine. I’m thrilled for her and Dean.” He coughed, glancing towards Molly, who had been staring at them for a while, a sad look on her face. “It’s Mrs Weasley I’m worried about.”
“Yeah, you should be,” said Ron. When both Harry and Hermione turned to stare at him, he shrugged. “What? She’s made no secret of the fact that she wants you in the family, mate. Now that you’ve turned out to be gay, she’s trying to figure out how to get you and Charlie together.”
Harry blinked. “Charlie’s gay?”
Ron shook his head. “No idea. I personally think Charlie is omnisexual, but Mum’s convinced you two could make a go of it.”
Harry sighed. “I’d rather find my own boyfriend, thanks.”
“Well you better get on with it, then,” advised Ron. “Because once Mum decides to ‘help’, all bets are off.”
“Rumour has it that Draco’s gay,” said Hermione after a brief pause.
Harry raised an eyebrow. “You are not subtle.”
She grinned. “I never claimed to be.”
Harry sighed. “I’ve heard those rumours, too. But since we work together it wouldn’t be quite right--”
“Oh please. You both work at the Ministry and just about everyone’s dating there.” She hummed. “Plus, you did sort of have that obsession with him back in school.”
Harry blushed. “I wasn’t obsessed.”
Ron, who’d snagged a mini-quiche from a floating tray, snorted. “Actually, mate, you were.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “I thought he was plotting something and, as it turns out, I was right. Anyway, all that’s behind us now. He’s actually a decent bloke.”
“Is he, now?” Hermione smiled. “Decent enough to ask out?”
“I’ve...considered it,” Harry muttered. “I just...I’m not sure he’s interested.”
Ron choked on his quiche. “Are you mad? He’s more than interested! He stares at you all the time.”
Harry coughed. And I stare at him, too. “Well, and it’s just...we have a weird history--”
Hermione made a rude noise. “Well, I think you need to get over that. Let it go! He won’t wait forever for you to pull your head out of your--” She was interrupted by an Apparition pop. Andromeda appeared, Teddy in tow.
Harry blinked as he took in who was with them. “Is that--?”
“Well,” murmured Hermione, sounding far too smug for Harry’s peace of mind. “Would you look at who it is.”
Teddy, of course, made a beeline for Harry, who crouched down to hug him. Andromeda and Draco followed more sedately.
“Harry!” Teddy practically jumped into Harry’s arms, clinging fast to his neck.
“Someone had his breakfast,” laughed Harry, hugging him.
“He’s been talking about this all morning,” said Andromeda with a sigh. “Incessantly.” She gestured to Draco. “And you all remember Draco, of course--”
“Of course.” Hermione inclined her head, eyes speculative. Ron didn’t say a word.
Harry sighed. “Hey, Malfoy.” Maintaining one arm around Teddy, he extended the other. “Happy Easter.”
Draco’s eyes widened a fraction, but he didn’t hesitate to take Harry’s hand. His shake was firm. “Happy Easter to you, Potter.” His gaze flicked towards Hermione and Ron. “Weasley. Granger-Weasley.”
Teddy was getting squirmy, so Harry put him down. “Easter eggs!” he shrieked, racing off to join the other kids in the hunt.
Andromeda shook her head. “Is there any punch? I think I’ll need a drink to deal with this.”
Hermione smiled. “Why don’t Ron and I show you to where the drinks are?” She nudged Ron, who grunted. “This way.”
As they moved away, Hermione shot a speaking glance at Harry, who sighed.
“What was that all about?” asked Draco.
Harry coughed. “Who knows?” He licked his lips. “Aren’t you thirsty, too?”
Draco slipped his hands into his pockets. “I thought I’d wait before imbibing,” he said. “Aunt Andromeda warned me that George Weasley has a love of food sabotage.”
Harry grinned. “He does like to prank people, yes. But most things here should be safe.”
“Most things?” Draco raised an eyebrow. “That’s not a ringing endorsement.”
“Sorry, but there are never any guarantees with George.” Harry leaned in. “Although no one wants to get on Molly’s bad side, and she’d be pretty peeved if he ruined her Easter brunch with a food prank war.” He smiled. “Anyway, if you’re that worried, you can watch what I eat and follow suit.”
Draco smirked. “Making you my food taster? Yes, that’s acceptable.”
Harry laughed. “Glad I could help.”
As they stood together watching the kids, Harry kept slipping surreptitious glances Draco’s way. As always, he liked what he saw. Damn, but he’s a gorgeous man. And Draco seemed to be checking Harry out, too, warm admiration in his eyes. Perhaps Hermione was right. Maybe I just need to ask him out.
“So are you planning on taking part in the Easter egg hunt?” asked Draco, interrupting Harry’s train of thought.
Harry shrugged. “Not really. Why? Do you want to?”
Draco nodded towards Ron and Hermione, who were slipping behind some trees. “Your friends seem to be.”
“Yeah.” Harry coughed. “I suppose it makes sense when you have...company to hunt eggs with.”
“Company?” Draco hummed. “Well if that’s all you require, I’m happy to help, Potter.”
Harry blinked. That was definitely speculation in Draco’s eyes. He smiled. “How about over here?” he said, gesturing. “This looks like a good spot for Easter egg hunting.”
They slipped behind some trees, but once alone, Harry got nervous. What if he’d been reading into Draco’s expression? Maybe he really does want to hunt Easter eggs-- “Um, we could start searching over here--”
A hand slid into Harry’s and he was pulled around to face Draco, who drew him flush against him before backing him up against a tree. “Just so we’re clear, I didn’t come back here to hunt Easter eggs, Potter,” he murmured. “I’m hunting something else entirely.”
“Thank Merlin,” Harry whispered just as Draco’s mouth slanted over his.
The kiss quickly escalated, until they were both panting into each other’s mouths. Harry began fiddling with Draco’s trousers, and Draco adjusted quickly, sliding a thigh between Harry’s legs as they continued snogging.
When Draco’s hand circled Harry’s erection, Harry growled, arching against him.
“Shh,” Draco hissed, teeth scraping the cords of Harry’s neck. Harry could feel the curve of his sly smile against his skin. “You don’t want anyone to hear, do you?”
Harry could only moan and shake his head as Draco lined their pricks up and started stroking them both in tandem.
Draco wasn’t that quiet himself, however, continuing to growl filthy things against Harry’s skin as he wanked them. “Wanted to do this for ages,” he breathed. “...took everything I had not to slam you against the wall in the briefing room and suck you off last week...imagined bending you over my desk and shagging you raw--”
The imagery was too much and, head thrown back against the tree, Harry whimpered and came, spurting all over Draco’s hand.
Draco leaned in, kissing Harry fiercely as he, too, spilled warm seed onto Harry’s prick.
“Fuck,” Harry gasped as they both sank to the ground.
“Give me a minute to recover first,” groaned Draco, his forehead resting on Harry’s shoulder.
Harry chuckled weakly, closing his eyes as the sounds of the Easter egg hunt filtered into their little clearing. “Sounds like things are coming to an end out there.”
Raising his head, Draco stared into Harry’s eyes. “I like to think they’re just beginning in here,” he said, expression serious.
Harry’s heart flipped in his chest. “You could be right,” he murmured. Kissing Draco lightly, he continued, “But before anything can begin anything, we need to get cleaned up. We look like we’ve been shagging against a tree.”
Draco snorted. “About that--”
By the time they emerged, hand in hand, from the trees, the kids were inside dividing up their loot and Molly was cleaning up, her wand waving as she began clearing ribbon from the trees. “Oh, there you are, boys,” she said. Her sharp eyes took in their clasped hands and her smile widened. “Looks like you found your Easter treasure. How wonderful.”
Harry’s fingers tightened on Draco’s and he nodded. “Yeah. I think we did.”
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Author:
alisanneRating: R
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger implied.
Summary: While on a hunt for Easter eggs, Harry ends up finding something much more delicious.
Word Count: 1710
Genre: Romance, erotica, humor
Warnings: Semi-public sex, exhibitionism.
A/N: Written for
hd_pots_n_porn, prompt #76: Easter Brunch/Lunch, and for hd_fluff's prompt #101: Prank War. Edit: And for enchanted_jae's monthly drabble challenge: Tree(s). *g*Betas:
emynn and sevfanDisclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Easter Treasure
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Harry looked around the Burrow’s back yard. It was festooned with pastel-coloured ribbons and eggs hanging from practically every tree branch. “Wow, your mum really went all out, didn’t she?”
Ron grinned. “Yeah, she loves Easter. She’s got a thing for Easter eggs. Spends hours making and hiding them for the kids so they can have an Easter treasure hunt.”
“Ah.” Harry smiled. “Well, just so you know, I won’t be participating in that.”
“No one expects you to,” Ron assured him. “Although Hermione and I probably will.”
“Oh?” Harry raised an eyebrow.
Ron hummed. “Think about it. It’s an excuse to wander off into the underbrush for some undisturbed time. Ever since Rose arrived, that’s been in short supply.”
“And you’ve built-in babysitters here.” Harry nodded. “Smart.”
“Hermione’s idea.” Ron grinned. “I really love that woman.”
Harry chuckled. “I think I knew that.”
“Knew what?” Hermione approached, carrying Rose, whose chubby fingers were tangled in Hermione’s hair.
Harry hugged her and kissed Rose, who giggled. “That your husband has a thing for you.”
Ron and Hermione exchanged a look so filled with love that it made Harry vaguely uncomfortable. Leaning in, Hermione kissed Ron lightly. “I’m rather fond of him myself,” she murmured.
“Down!” Rose demanded, getting squirmy.
Hermione set her down and she was off like a shot.
Ron shook his head. “They’ll be no stopping her when she’s older, will there? Bloody hell.”
Harry laughed. “Well, if you recall, her mother was fighting trolls at age eleven. What did you expect?”
Ron groaned, grinning unrepentantly when Hermione elbowed him. “Ow!”
Shaking his head at their antics, Harry looked away. Will I ever have that? he wondered.
“Hey.” Placing her hand on his arm, Hermione smiled. “You all right?” She hesitated. “I know it’s probably rough, what with Ginny--”
Harry patted her hand. “It’s fine. I’m thrilled for her and Dean.” He coughed, glancing towards Molly, who had been staring at them for a while, a sad look on her face. “It’s Mrs Weasley I’m worried about.”
“Yeah, you should be,” said Ron. When both Harry and Hermione turned to stare at him, he shrugged. “What? She’s made no secret of the fact that she wants you in the family, mate. Now that you’ve turned out to be gay, she’s trying to figure out how to get you and Charlie together.”
Harry blinked. “Charlie’s gay?”
Ron shook his head. “No idea. I personally think Charlie is omnisexual, but Mum’s convinced you two could make a go of it.”
Harry sighed. “I’d rather find my own boyfriend, thanks.”
“Well you better get on with it, then,” advised Ron. “Because once Mum decides to ‘help’, all bets are off.”
“Rumour has it that Draco’s gay,” said Hermione after a brief pause.
Harry raised an eyebrow. “You are not subtle.”
She grinned. “I never claimed to be.”
Harry sighed. “I’ve heard those rumours, too. But since we work together it wouldn’t be quite right--”
“Oh please. You both work at the Ministry and just about everyone’s dating there.” She hummed. “Plus, you did sort of have that obsession with him back in school.”
Harry blushed. “I wasn’t obsessed.”
Ron, who’d snagged a mini-quiche from a floating tray, snorted. “Actually, mate, you were.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “I thought he was plotting something and, as it turns out, I was right. Anyway, all that’s behind us now. He’s actually a decent bloke.”
“Is he, now?” Hermione smiled. “Decent enough to ask out?”
“I’ve...considered it,” Harry muttered. “I just...I’m not sure he’s interested.”
Ron choked on his quiche. “Are you mad? He’s more than interested! He stares at you all the time.”
Harry coughed. And I stare at him, too. “Well, and it’s just...we have a weird history--”
Hermione made a rude noise. “Well, I think you need to get over that. Let it go! He won’t wait forever for you to pull your head out of your--” She was interrupted by an Apparition pop. Andromeda appeared, Teddy in tow.
Harry blinked as he took in who was with them. “Is that--?”
“Well,” murmured Hermione, sounding far too smug for Harry’s peace of mind. “Would you look at who it is.”
Teddy, of course, made a beeline for Harry, who crouched down to hug him. Andromeda and Draco followed more sedately.
“Harry!” Teddy practically jumped into Harry’s arms, clinging fast to his neck.
“Someone had his breakfast,” laughed Harry, hugging him.
“He’s been talking about this all morning,” said Andromeda with a sigh. “Incessantly.” She gestured to Draco. “And you all remember Draco, of course--”
“Of course.” Hermione inclined her head, eyes speculative. Ron didn’t say a word.
Harry sighed. “Hey, Malfoy.” Maintaining one arm around Teddy, he extended the other. “Happy Easter.”
Draco’s eyes widened a fraction, but he didn’t hesitate to take Harry’s hand. His shake was firm. “Happy Easter to you, Potter.” His gaze flicked towards Hermione and Ron. “Weasley. Granger-Weasley.”
Teddy was getting squirmy, so Harry put him down. “Easter eggs!” he shrieked, racing off to join the other kids in the hunt.
Andromeda shook her head. “Is there any punch? I think I’ll need a drink to deal with this.”
Hermione smiled. “Why don’t Ron and I show you to where the drinks are?” She nudged Ron, who grunted. “This way.”
As they moved away, Hermione shot a speaking glance at Harry, who sighed.
“What was that all about?” asked Draco.
Harry coughed. “Who knows?” He licked his lips. “Aren’t you thirsty, too?”
Draco slipped his hands into his pockets. “I thought I’d wait before imbibing,” he said. “Aunt Andromeda warned me that George Weasley has a love of food sabotage.”
Harry grinned. “He does like to prank people, yes. But most things here should be safe.”
“Most things?” Draco raised an eyebrow. “That’s not a ringing endorsement.”
“Sorry, but there are never any guarantees with George.” Harry leaned in. “Although no one wants to get on Molly’s bad side, and she’d be pretty peeved if he ruined her Easter brunch with a food prank war.” He smiled. “Anyway, if you’re that worried, you can watch what I eat and follow suit.”
Draco smirked. “Making you my food taster? Yes, that’s acceptable.”
Harry laughed. “Glad I could help.”
As they stood together watching the kids, Harry kept slipping surreptitious glances Draco’s way. As always, he liked what he saw. Damn, but he’s a gorgeous man. And Draco seemed to be checking Harry out, too, warm admiration in his eyes. Perhaps Hermione was right. Maybe I just need to ask him out.
“So are you planning on taking part in the Easter egg hunt?” asked Draco, interrupting Harry’s train of thought.
Harry shrugged. “Not really. Why? Do you want to?”
Draco nodded towards Ron and Hermione, who were slipping behind some trees. “Your friends seem to be.”
“Yeah.” Harry coughed. “I suppose it makes sense when you have...company to hunt eggs with.”
“Company?” Draco hummed. “Well if that’s all you require, I’m happy to help, Potter.”
Harry blinked. That was definitely speculation in Draco’s eyes. He smiled. “How about over here?” he said, gesturing. “This looks like a good spot for Easter egg hunting.”
They slipped behind some trees, but once alone, Harry got nervous. What if he’d been reading into Draco’s expression? Maybe he really does want to hunt Easter eggs-- “Um, we could start searching over here--”
A hand slid into Harry’s and he was pulled around to face Draco, who drew him flush against him before backing him up against a tree. “Just so we’re clear, I didn’t come back here to hunt Easter eggs, Potter,” he murmured. “I’m hunting something else entirely.”
“Thank Merlin,” Harry whispered just as Draco’s mouth slanted over his.
The kiss quickly escalated, until they were both panting into each other’s mouths. Harry began fiddling with Draco’s trousers, and Draco adjusted quickly, sliding a thigh between Harry’s legs as they continued snogging.
When Draco’s hand circled Harry’s erection, Harry growled, arching against him.
“Shh,” Draco hissed, teeth scraping the cords of Harry’s neck. Harry could feel the curve of his sly smile against his skin. “You don’t want anyone to hear, do you?”
Harry could only moan and shake his head as Draco lined their pricks up and started stroking them both in tandem.
Draco wasn’t that quiet himself, however, continuing to growl filthy things against Harry’s skin as he wanked them. “Wanted to do this for ages,” he breathed. “...took everything I had not to slam you against the wall in the briefing room and suck you off last week...imagined bending you over my desk and shagging you raw--”
The imagery was too much and, head thrown back against the tree, Harry whimpered and came, spurting all over Draco’s hand.
Draco leaned in, kissing Harry fiercely as he, too, spilled warm seed onto Harry’s prick.
“Fuck,” Harry gasped as they both sank to the ground.
“Give me a minute to recover first,” groaned Draco, his forehead resting on Harry’s shoulder.
Harry chuckled weakly, closing his eyes as the sounds of the Easter egg hunt filtered into their little clearing. “Sounds like things are coming to an end out there.”
Raising his head, Draco stared into Harry’s eyes. “I like to think they’re just beginning in here,” he said, expression serious.
Harry’s heart flipped in his chest. “You could be right,” he murmured. Kissing Draco lightly, he continued, “But before anything can begin anything, we need to get cleaned up. We look like we’ve been shagging against a tree.”
Draco snorted. “About that--”
By the time they emerged, hand in hand, from the trees, the kids were inside dividing up their loot and Molly was cleaning up, her wand waving as she began clearing ribbon from the trees. “Oh, there you are, boys,” she said. Her sharp eyes took in their clasped hands and her smile widened. “Looks like you found your Easter treasure. How wonderful.”
Harry’s fingers tightened on Draco’s and he nodded. “Yeah. I think we did.”
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Date: 2014-04-28 10:03 pm (UTC)And, of course, I love the Easter treasures ending. ;-)
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Date: 2014-05-03 09:04 pm (UTC)You really know the way to my heart, since I am always worried about my characterizations. To hear that the story made you nostalgic for the books...well, that made me day. :)