Fic: His Protector
Title: His Protector
Author:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
alisanne
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Word Count: 425
Warnings: None.
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slythindor100's prompt # 22: Ruby brooch, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Chance Meeting. Part 22 of Christmas Crush (LJ/IJ/DW).
Beta(s): None, poke me if you spot anything.
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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His Protector
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They continued kissing, the wind getting colder, whipping through Harry’s hair as the sleigh sped up. Clinging to Malfoy, he pressed closer to him, seeking his warmth. Malfoy seemed to understand, breaking the kiss long enough to murmur a Warming Charm that spread over both of them.
Relaxing, Harry hummed, skimming his lips over Malfoy’s throat.
“Mmm,” sighed Malfoy. “Damn, you’re tempting, Potter. But we cannot fuck in this sleigh. I promised we’d keep it clean.”
Laughing, Harry whispers, “No fucking. But what about almost fucking? Can we do that?”
Malfoy’s smile was dark, dangerous. “Merlin, I am so glad we had that chance almost-meeting at Harrods. And yes, yes we can.”
“So am I, and brilliant.” Reaching for Malfoy’s robes, Harry began unbuttoning his shirt. “Now, how about we lose some of our…ouch!” Pulling back his finger, Harry saw blood. “What the hell? I think your clothing just attacked me!”
“My…Oh.” Malfoy rolled his eyes and reached into his robes, pulling out a jewelled pin. “You don’t have to protect me from Potter,” he said to it. “He’s allowed to touch me.”
Eyebrow raised, Harry stared at the piece, which contained a ruby set in a pin shaped like a sword with two serpents on either side. “Family heirloom?”
“Yes.” Malfoy sighed, petting the pin as the snakes writhed and…purred? “Mother gave it to e during the…Voldemort years. He had far too many followers who liked despoiling children, and I was of an age that—” He shuddered. “This pin doesn’t just stab people. It can do…more when roused.”
“Good,” said Harry, his voice hard. When Malfoy looked up at him, clearly startled, he shrugged. “I don’t like to think of you defenceless in those circumstances.”
Slowly, Malfoy smiled. “Are you getting protective, Potter?” He shook his head. “You really do need to work on this need to rescue everyone, you know.”
Harry shrugged. “Yeah, Hermione says the same. But it’s who I am. I’ve come to accept that about myself. I care about people.” He smiled. “About you.”
Malfoy stared at him intently.
“What?” whispered Harry.
Cupping Harry’s jaw in his hands, Malfoy leaned in. “Just when I think you can’t possibly be any more perfect, you go and say something like that.”
Harry opened his mouth to reply, but instead found his mouth filled with Malfoy’s tongue as he was treated to a deep, passionate kiss. And as they again got lost in each other, the brooch fell, forgotten, onto the floor of the sleigh.
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Continued in Dinner Disaster (LJ/IJ/DW).
Author:
alisanneRating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Word Count: 425
Warnings: None.
A/N: Written for
slythindor100/slythindor100's prompt # 22: Ruby brooch, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Chance Meeting. Part 22 of Christmas Crush (LJ/IJ/DW).Beta(s): None, poke me if you spot anything.
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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His Protector
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They continued kissing, the wind getting colder, whipping through Harry’s hair as the sleigh sped up. Clinging to Malfoy, he pressed closer to him, seeking his warmth. Malfoy seemed to understand, breaking the kiss long enough to murmur a Warming Charm that spread over both of them.
Relaxing, Harry hummed, skimming his lips over Malfoy’s throat.
“Mmm,” sighed Malfoy. “Damn, you’re tempting, Potter. But we cannot fuck in this sleigh. I promised we’d keep it clean.”
Laughing, Harry whispers, “No fucking. But what about almost fucking? Can we do that?”
Malfoy’s smile was dark, dangerous. “Merlin, I am so glad we had that chance almost-meeting at Harrods. And yes, yes we can.”
“So am I, and brilliant.” Reaching for Malfoy’s robes, Harry began unbuttoning his shirt. “Now, how about we lose some of our…ouch!” Pulling back his finger, Harry saw blood. “What the hell? I think your clothing just attacked me!”
“My…Oh.” Malfoy rolled his eyes and reached into his robes, pulling out a jewelled pin. “You don’t have to protect me from Potter,” he said to it. “He’s allowed to touch me.”
Eyebrow raised, Harry stared at the piece, which contained a ruby set in a pin shaped like a sword with two serpents on either side. “Family heirloom?”
“Yes.” Malfoy sighed, petting the pin as the snakes writhed and…purred? “Mother gave it to e during the…Voldemort years. He had far too many followers who liked despoiling children, and I was of an age that—” He shuddered. “This pin doesn’t just stab people. It can do…more when roused.”
“Good,” said Harry, his voice hard. When Malfoy looked up at him, clearly startled, he shrugged. “I don’t like to think of you defenceless in those circumstances.”
Slowly, Malfoy smiled. “Are you getting protective, Potter?” He shook his head. “You really do need to work on this need to rescue everyone, you know.”
Harry shrugged. “Yeah, Hermione says the same. But it’s who I am. I’ve come to accept that about myself. I care about people.” He smiled. “About you.”
Malfoy stared at him intently.
“What?” whispered Harry.
Cupping Harry’s jaw in his hands, Malfoy leaned in. “Just when I think you can’t possibly be any more perfect, you go and say something like that.”
Harry opened his mouth to reply, but instead found his mouth filled with Malfoy’s tongue as he was treated to a deep, passionate kiss. And as they again got lost in each other, the brooch fell, forgotten, onto the floor of the sleigh.
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Continued in Dinner Disaster (LJ/IJ/DW).