Fic: The Vow
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alisanneTitle: The Vow
Author:alisanne
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Word Count: 808
Warnings: Harry finally understands.
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slythindor100's prompt # 11: Front of restaurant with swirling snow, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Christmas dinner with friends. Part 11 of Christmas Crush (LJ/IJ/DW).
Beta(s):torino10154.
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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The Vow
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“Where are you going?” muttered Malfoy into a pillow.
Harry, halfway to the toilet, paused. “I was going to the loo. I thought you were asleep. I was trying to be quiet.”
“I was, but you’re the loudest quiet person I’ve ever heard.” Malfoy rolled onto his back, his naked body on display. He was covered in finger-shaped bruises and dried come and, incredibly, Harry’s cock twitched slightly. Malfoy groaned and cracked open an eye. “Just give me a moment and I’ll go with you.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “I don’t need you to go with me. I can handle it by myself.”
“Whatever, Potter.” Sitting up, Malfoy ran a hand through his dishevelled hair. “I have to go with you. Remember that vow you made me take?”
“I thought you were joking about that.”
Malfoy levelled a flat look at him. “Are you thick? Why would I still be here if I could have left already?”
“Oh, I dunno,” snapped Harry. “Maybe because you fancy me and want to be here? Maybe because we’ve now fucked each other every which way and it was fun and you want to continue to do it, but don’t want to admit it, so you’re using that vow business as an excuse?”
Malfoy’s eyes narrowed. “You think I’m pretending to be under a vow so I can stay here with you?” Slowly, he shook his head. “You egotistical—”
“Fine,” said Harry, holding up a hand to put off the diatribe. “I’m tired and I haven’t had much sleep today thanks to you, so just let me use the toilet and I’ll be back.”
Rolling his eyes, Malfoy collapsed back on the bed. “Fine. If you don’t believe me, go ahead. See what happens.”
Harry crossed his arms. “What do you mean? What’s going to happen?”
“You don’t believe me, remember?” Malfoy’s tone was snarky. “As far as you’re concerned, nothing’s going to happen.”
Harry huffed, turning away. “Don’t be so dramatic, Malfoy. I’ll see you in a minute.”
“Whatever, Potter.”
Exiting his bedroom, Harry entered the en suite. He checked his reflection for a moment, leaning in to look more closely at the love bites adorning his neck. “You might as well be a fucking vampire, Malfoy,” he muttered, pressing against a couple and wincing.
“You’re no better.”
Shouting, Harry spun around, seeing Malfoy seated in the bathtub. “What the actual fuck?” he cried. “How did you do that?”
Malfoy raised an eyebrow. “We have a vow, Potter,” he said slowly, as if explaining to a child. “A vow which won’t allow me to leave your presence before you fully express your feelings for me. That same vow which therefore won’t allow you to leave my presence for the same reason.”
“Oh my Godric, you weren’t joking.” Groaning, Harry leaned back on the sink and closed his eyes. “Fuck me.”
“You’ll need to give me a minute,” said Malfoy. “I’ll be up for the task in a few, though. Now, do your business so we can go back to bed, will you? This bath is cold.”
“This…We can’t continue like this! We have to fix it! I have dinner plans with my friends at Chez Pierre’s tonight. It took ages to get the reservation.”
“Even for Harry Potter?” Malfoy smirked. “You know what to do. The Snitch is in your hands, Potter. Tell me what you want me to hear and I’ll be able to leave, it’s as simple as that.”
Harry opened his mouth and hesitated. “It’s…I…It’s complicated. We should talk.”
“Ugh.” Malfoy leaned his head back, his heavy-lidded eyes still on Harry. “The last time we tried to talk, I fell asleep.” He hummed. “As far as I’m concerned, we communicate better when we’re not talking.”
Shaking his head, Harry turned away from Malfoy, stomping over to the toilet. Conscious of Malfoy watching, it took his a moment to start to pee.
“You know, some people have a thing for watersports.” Malfoy sounded amused. “If we continue having all this forced time together, we may have to explore that kink.”
Rolling his eyes, Harry finished, flushed, and washed his hands. Then, walking over to Malfoy, he hauled him onto his feet. “You want kink?” He growled, slapping Malfoy’s bum. “Let’s go.”
Malfoy all but melted against him. “Ooh, Potter, you brute,” he whispered. Catching Harry’s earlobe in his teeth, he tugged. “Are you going to spank me now?”
“I’m seriously considering it.”
“Mmm.” Pulling away, Malfoy stepped out of the bath and sauntered towards the door, his bum red with Harry’s handprint. “Well, what are you waiting for?” he tossed over his shoulder. He snorted. “Unless you want to just…talk.”
“Why you—” Growling, Harry lunged for him, herding him back into bed. They could talk later.
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Continued in By Tree Lights (LJ/IJ/DW).
Author:
alisanneRating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Word Count: 808
Warnings: Harry finally understands.
A/N: Written for
slythindor100/slythindor100's prompt # 11: Front of restaurant with swirling snow, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Christmas dinner with friends. Part 11 of Christmas Crush (LJ/IJ/DW).Beta(s):
torino10154.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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The Vow
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“Where are you going?” muttered Malfoy into a pillow.
Harry, halfway to the toilet, paused. “I was going to the loo. I thought you were asleep. I was trying to be quiet.”
“I was, but you’re the loudest quiet person I’ve ever heard.” Malfoy rolled onto his back, his naked body on display. He was covered in finger-shaped bruises and dried come and, incredibly, Harry’s cock twitched slightly. Malfoy groaned and cracked open an eye. “Just give me a moment and I’ll go with you.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “I don’t need you to go with me. I can handle it by myself.”
“Whatever, Potter.” Sitting up, Malfoy ran a hand through his dishevelled hair. “I have to go with you. Remember that vow you made me take?”
“I thought you were joking about that.”
Malfoy levelled a flat look at him. “Are you thick? Why would I still be here if I could have left already?”
“Oh, I dunno,” snapped Harry. “Maybe because you fancy me and want to be here? Maybe because we’ve now fucked each other every which way and it was fun and you want to continue to do it, but don’t want to admit it, so you’re using that vow business as an excuse?”
Malfoy’s eyes narrowed. “You think I’m pretending to be under a vow so I can stay here with you?” Slowly, he shook his head. “You egotistical—”
“Fine,” said Harry, holding up a hand to put off the diatribe. “I’m tired and I haven’t had much sleep today thanks to you, so just let me use the toilet and I’ll be back.”
Rolling his eyes, Malfoy collapsed back on the bed. “Fine. If you don’t believe me, go ahead. See what happens.”
Harry crossed his arms. “What do you mean? What’s going to happen?”
“You don’t believe me, remember?” Malfoy’s tone was snarky. “As far as you’re concerned, nothing’s going to happen.”
Harry huffed, turning away. “Don’t be so dramatic, Malfoy. I’ll see you in a minute.”
“Whatever, Potter.”
Exiting his bedroom, Harry entered the en suite. He checked his reflection for a moment, leaning in to look more closely at the love bites adorning his neck. “You might as well be a fucking vampire, Malfoy,” he muttered, pressing against a couple and wincing.
“You’re no better.”
Shouting, Harry spun around, seeing Malfoy seated in the bathtub. “What the actual fuck?” he cried. “How did you do that?”
Malfoy raised an eyebrow. “We have a vow, Potter,” he said slowly, as if explaining to a child. “A vow which won’t allow me to leave your presence before you fully express your feelings for me. That same vow which therefore won’t allow you to leave my presence for the same reason.”
“Oh my Godric, you weren’t joking.” Groaning, Harry leaned back on the sink and closed his eyes. “Fuck me.”
“You’ll need to give me a minute,” said Malfoy. “I’ll be up for the task in a few, though. Now, do your business so we can go back to bed, will you? This bath is cold.”
“This…We can’t continue like this! We have to fix it! I have dinner plans with my friends at Chez Pierre’s tonight. It took ages to get the reservation.”
“Even for Harry Potter?” Malfoy smirked. “You know what to do. The Snitch is in your hands, Potter. Tell me what you want me to hear and I’ll be able to leave, it’s as simple as that.”
Harry opened his mouth and hesitated. “It’s…I…It’s complicated. We should talk.”
“Ugh.” Malfoy leaned his head back, his heavy-lidded eyes still on Harry. “The last time we tried to talk, I fell asleep.” He hummed. “As far as I’m concerned, we communicate better when we’re not talking.”
Shaking his head, Harry turned away from Malfoy, stomping over to the toilet. Conscious of Malfoy watching, it took his a moment to start to pee.
“You know, some people have a thing for watersports.” Malfoy sounded amused. “If we continue having all this forced time together, we may have to explore that kink.”
Rolling his eyes, Harry finished, flushed, and washed his hands. Then, walking over to Malfoy, he hauled him onto his feet. “You want kink?” He growled, slapping Malfoy’s bum. “Let’s go.”
Malfoy all but melted against him. “Ooh, Potter, you brute,” he whispered. Catching Harry’s earlobe in his teeth, he tugged. “Are you going to spank me now?”
“I’m seriously considering it.”
“Mmm.” Pulling away, Malfoy stepped out of the bath and sauntered towards the door, his bum red with Harry’s handprint. “Well, what are you waiting for?” he tossed over his shoulder. He snorted. “Unless you want to just…talk.”
“Why you—” Growling, Harry lunged for him, herding him back into bed. They could talk later.
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Continued in By Tree Lights (LJ/IJ/DW).
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