The Daily Drabble

Spectacles (100) - H/D

Sat, 04 Sep 2004 18:48:55 GMT

Spectacles

The pair of spectacles dangled from between Draco's fingers.

Harry squinted, "I can't really see you without my glasses." His tone was almost apologetic.

Draco flipped the object over in his hands before taking a step closer. Their fingers brushed lightly just as Draco let it slip. It clattered loudly against the cold stone floor.

Harry inhaled sharply. He glanced down at the glasses but made no move to pick them up. "It's kind of hard to talk like this, you know." He laughed nervously.

Draco smiled, running his hand up Harry's arm. "Who said anything about talking, Potter?"

Rule Number One (100) - H/D

Tue, 31 Aug 2004 06:00:16 GMT

Rule Number One

Harry opened the door to his flat he had recently acquired with Draco and trudged inside. Before he could even drop his bag on the ground and take off his coat, he felt a blast of cold air and suddenly he was completely naked, standing frozen in the doorway.

Draco wandered into the room and upon seeing Harry, beamed beatifically. He smirked at Harry’s stricken expression and carefully sat on the sofa, folding his hands in his lap.

"So," Draco cleared his throat, "I've decided on a few ground rules for our new flat, Harry. Can you guess which is number one?"

More Like Hope (1000) - H/D

Fri, 27 Aug 2004 08:02:52 GMT

I won't be around for a while after this. Apparently there's learning to be done in college, or something, I don't know. :-?

ANGST. ANGST ANGST. POST HOGWARTS. 1000 WORDS.

MORE LIKE HOPE

Malfoy stood stiffly in the doorway of the office with a look on his face that showed he was clearly trying hard to hold back a sneer.

Harry suddenly found it difficult to speak.

“Well,” Percy cleared his throat, rushing forward to shake Malfoy’s hand. “Welcome aboard, Mr. Malfoy.”

Everyone looked hesitantly at each other for a moment before murmuring a greeting.

Percy continued, undeterred, “I hear you’re quite talented at undercover work, is that right?”

Malfoy cast a disdainful glance around the room, eyes eventually falling on Harry. Neither looked away.

“Yeah,” he said, smirking. “Something like that.”

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Malfoy tilted his head back and Harry watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed the water.

Setting the bottle on Harry’s desk, Malfoy looked at the clock. “Well,” he drawled, cocking his head to the side, “it’s getting late.”

Harry’s grip on the quill he was using intensified.

Malfoy was looking at him carefully. “Heading home, are you?”

Harry shoved his things into his bag and stood up abruptly. He quickly made his way to the door.

Malfoy easily cut him off. “So soon?” he asked, just before lightly brushing his fingers over Harry’s wrist.

Harry dropped his bag.

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“Why do you have this picture of you and your family?” Harry asked. “I thought you denounced them, or something.”

Malfoy shrugged. “To remind myself, probably.” He was setting up his office, moving things around. Everything was nauseatingly orderly and all Harry could do was gawk at him.

“Of what?” he blurted before he could stop himself.

Malfoy stopped and tilted his head back, an unpleasant smile on his face. He said, “Not to trust anyone.”

Harry stared at him.

Malfoy took the frame from Harry and set it on his desk, looking up and meeting his eyes.

“Ever.”

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“Where’s Malfoy?” Hermione asked as she handed Harry a folder, filled with new and useful information on Death Eater whereabouts.

“Around,” Harry didn’t meet her eyes, gripping the folder harder than was really necessary.

“You’ll tell him all about this, won’t you?” Hermione asked, but she seemed distracted, and she was already heading for the door.

“Of course,” Harry said as she bustled out.

Malfoy walked in two minutes later, casting a look at the retreating figure and quirking an eyebrow, “What’d she want?”

Harry took the folder, put it in his top drawer, and said, “Just some coffee.”

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Harry walked out of his office in search of Ron. As he rounded the corner, he heard a burst of laughter. Malfoy’s laughter. He picked up his pace.

Malfoy’s head was thrown back in mirth, and Ron was struggling to get up from the floor. Apparently he had slipped on something. That was all. Harry exhaled deeply.

Malfoy turned to look at him, “What, Potter? Run along. You can go back to saving the world now.”

Ron was muttering something and Malfoy was smiling.

Harry could feel the hair on the back of his neck rise.

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Harry walked into his office and found Malfoy sitting on his desk with a folder in his hands. He froze in the doorway.

Malfoy was smirking. He flipped the folder open and sifted through its contents. “Well, Potter,” he said, hopping off the desk and sauntering over to where Harry stood motionless.

Harry eyed him warily.

Malfoy shoved the folder into his hands, moving so close to him that Harry could feel his breath in his ear. He said hoarsely, “You’re finally catching on.”

Malfoy gave him one last look before leaving.

Harry held his breath for a long moment.

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“I just don’t understand how the Death Eaters could have just—just disappeared!”

Hermione was pacing back and forth through the office. She was running her hand through her hair and muttering, almost to herself. Harry watched her shoes scuff up the floorboards.

“I mean, we had the coordinates right, didn’t we? I could swear, goodness, Snape even said…”

Harry looked up and saw Malfoy staring at him.

“…doesn’t make sense, honestly. I mean, unless they had some kind of lead?”

Harry was still staring at him when Malfoy bent his head, fringe falling to cover his expressionless face.

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Harry turned around to head back to his office because he forgot something and Malfoy shoved him up against the wall.

He had his hand down Harry’s trousers so fast that Harry felt lightheaded and unable to speak for a few moments.

He gripped Malfoy’s wrist roughly, and managed to grit out, “I know what you’re doing, Malfoy.”

Malfoy licked his throat before leaning back to look Harry in the eye. “What am I doing, Potter?” He dropped to his knees.

“You’re—you—Malfoy! Shit!”

Suddenly it was difficult to speak, think, and breathe at the same time.

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Harry put all of the folders Hermione handed to him into his bag and spelled it so that no one could access it but him. He jumped nervously when Malfoy stood in the doorway.

“What’s the word, Potter?” Malfoy asked lazily, stepping into Harry’s office and personal space.

Harry stared at him, hesitating only slightly, and said, “I haven’t heard anything.”

Malfoy looked at Harry’s empty desk.

He gave Harry a slow grin, nodding, “Well, I suppose there’s not much to talk about, then.” He turned, still smirking. “I’ll just be going.”

Harry watched his retreating back. He frowned.

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Harry was only half-surprised to see Malfoy pull back his black hood, staring at him coldly.

Distantly, Harry could hear the alarm going off; but it was muted, his heartbeat being the only sound thrumming in his ears.

Malfoy sneered, saying, “Didn’t I tell you not to trust anyone, Harry?”

Rage, slow and pulsing, started flowing through his veins. He shouted back, “I never trusted you, Malfoy! Not once!”

Malfoy just smiled at him; that infuriating smile that he had been using on Harry since Day One.

And then Harry looked down and remembered he had his wand out.

Okay no one will read this because it's not H/D. =; =; =;

Thu, 26 Aug 2004 07:50:23 GMT

Caught making out at Hogwarts? by jeansmx
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You where caught ...	in Filch's Office
making out with...	Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter

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HAHAHA I TOTALLY WIN THIS MEME. :o :o :o :o !!! >:) EVEN THOUGH YOU CAN'T WIN MEMES. :-? BUT IF YOU COULD, I WOULD BE THE SUPREME RULER OF ALL MEMES WITH JUST THIS ONE. =; =; =; HEY I THINK I'LL STAND AND WATCH THEM PRETTY BOYS FOR A WHILE BEFORE JOINING IN. I'M NOTHING IF NOT POLITE, AFTER ALL. >:)

What?

Oh right, you people want drabbles. This one is for daisy_chan because she wanted Remus/Sirius and tape or something like that I don't know I wasn't paying attention... ;)

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For daisy_chan
Word Count: I didn't count. Turns out I can't count that high. Well, a ball park figure I imagine would be something between 100 to 29018 words. Clearly this header is not pointless.
Prompt: Remus/Sirius, duct tape

The Many Benefits of Duct Tape

"Duck tape, huh?" Sirius made a face, flipping the object over in his hands. "What for? Can't you just use Spell-o-tape?"

"Well, duct tape is less expensive, and good for patching things up the muggle way, I suppose," said Remus as he pried the tape away from Sirius.

"Spell-o-tape is probably better. I mean, what do muggles know?"

Remus paused, considering. "Duct tape is also good for smothering out cries of passion, especially in random broom closets, where anyone can walk by, thereby preventing future humiliation and degradation."

"But you can do the same with--" Sirius started, just as Remus gave him a pointed look, steering him away from the classroom and down the corridor.

"Oh," Sirius’ eyes widened. He coughed. "Er, you know, I don’t think I believe you, Moony. Better, ah, test out your theory. Hands-on, you know me, haha. I’m quite the researcher, after all. Let’s just see if—mrphhh!"

"Huh, it seems to be working so far," Remus grinned as he undid Sirius’ belt.

*hot monkey sex scene is inserted here, which is so smokin' that I dareth not subject you all to it, for fear of the mass rioting in the streets that would undoubtedly ensue as a result* I'M SO SODDING CONSIDERATE BUT DO I GET ANY NOBEL PRIZES? NO. NO I DO NOT.

Round Three of Requested Drabbles

Wed, 25 Aug 2004 22:30:12 GMT

ROUND THREE

My apologies for the lateness! :D:D:D Finally got 'round to doing these today. ENJOY!

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For askmehow
Word Count: 150
Prompt: H/D, a quiet moment in the Restricted Section

Know Thine Enemy

Harry crept carefully down the aisle of books when he saw the flickering of a light a few rows down. Crouching so that his invisibility cloak covered his feet, he rounded the corner.

Malfoy's head was bent, and he appeared to be scribbling madly on a piece of parchment. Harry edged closer and saw that the books he pulled were entitled, Defense Against Dark Hexes, Jinxes, and Curses, and Antidotes to Dark Potions: An Anthology.

Harry couldn’t figure out why he would need such books, and as he stared, perplexed, Malfoy turned sharply. Harry tried to grab the cloak before it fell off him, but the silvery cloth was too silky, and it slipped from his fingers. Malfoy froze, staring at Harry with wide eyes and breathing harshly.

They glared at each other for a tense moment, before Harry choked out, "Why?"

Malfoy just smiled unpleasantly, "Know thine enemy, Potter."

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For babbled
Word Count: 150
Prompt: H/D, strip wizard's chess, ties

Strip Wizard's Chess

Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His shirt was in a rumpled heap on the ground next to his bare feet, and, looking down at himself, he realized that he had forgotten his tie. He looked up slowly, a flush rising from his neck, and saw that Draco was staring at him intensely.

He cleared his throat, trying to break the tension, "So, ah, your move, then."

Draco's lip twitched, but he didn't say anything, and Harry averted his gaze. A moment later, he looked up in only half-surprise when he felt a sharp tug on his tie, propelling him forward. Draco's lips crushed over his just as Harry reached up and clutched Draco's shoulders, either for balance or to pull him closer or probably both.

Distantly, Harry heard a tiny voice huff, "Well, are they ever going to finish the game?" and Draco swiftly kicked the table over.

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For: fyre_bird
Word Count: 200 DOUBLE DRABBLE. Because the request was Harry/Snape WOO. :D
Prompt: Harry/Snape, parseltongue, diary

Harry Potter's Diary

Staring at the leather bound book, Harry idly wondered that since he could speak in Parseltongue, could he write in it as well? It was a language, after all. So he Spell-o-taped a picture of a snake to the inside cover, stared at it, and wrote in Parseltongue.

He wrote about Snape. About all the things he’d like Snape to do to him. It was all very detailed and descriptive, Harry discovered, and he always blushed while reading it over. And he read it over and over again.

He didn’t think he could blush any harder, however, than he did when Snape held the journal in his hands after Potions one day. Harry tried to act nonchalant, however. It was his secret; Snape couldn’t read it.

“Potter, you imbecile, you do realize that Parseltongue is solely an oral language.”

Harry froze.

“After all, do you see any snakes writing things down and reading it? No, you do not. Detention tonight, Mr. Potter.”

Harry visibly flinched when Snape shoved the book into his hands. Staring down at it, he felt the color drain from his face. He looked up slowly to see Snape staring at him intensely, a smirk on his face.

“Oh and Mr. Potter? Bring that book with you.”

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Notes:

askmehow: It's not really Harry/Draco. I suppose there are multiple interpretations of that specific drabble. I hope you like it, just the same. :)

Thank you to everyone for all the happy new apartment wishes! :">

Round Two of Requested Drabbles

Mon, 23 Aug 2004 08:04:12 GMT

ROUND TWO

SOME DRABBLES ARE RATED R/NC-17

Enjoy! >:D<

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For darknesse
Word Count: 100
Prompt: H/D, tripped up brownies

Because He Got High

Harry comes home one day to find that his flat had burned to the ground.

He is still standing in shock when Malfoy stumbles into his line of vision.

"Did you know," slurs Malfoy, "that everything burns when given enough Incendio. I mean, everything."

It's all very surreal.

"I found a lovely bloke. Gave me some brownies, he did," he starts laughing hysterically, stumbling, even though he was just standing there.

Malfoy casts a speculative look around, continuing, "Looks like you've got nowhere to stay," he leers. "Guess. . . you'll just have to move in with me, won’t you?"

Harry blinks.

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For batgirl_beyond
Word Count: 150
Prompt: H/D, dance class

Learning to Dance

The Weasley wedding is in two months, and Harry signs up for a dance class.

He was always crap at dancing, and he makes a goal to dance with Hermione and not step on her feet. Not even once.

After weeks of coming home late from practice, Harry sees Draco glaring at him suspiciously over the breakfast table. He probably thinks he's cheating on him. Harry carefully looks away. They fight over it later, and stubbornly don’t speak for a week. Harry could just tell Draco about the classes, but he thinks Draco won’t believe him.

At the wedding, Harry asks for the bride’s hand, and twirls her flawlessly on the dance floor. Ron gapes at the couple before grinning madly and cheering Harry on, loudly cracking jokes. Harry looks over at Draco, flashing his teeth in triumph.

Draco has lust written all over his face, and Harry steps on Hermione’s foot.

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For daisy_chan
Word Count: 110
Prompt: H/D, necktie, parseltongue smut

An Unexpected Occurrence

Draco's tie has the Slytherin crest on it, so Harry makes him wear it when they have sex, so that he can speak in Parseltongue while looking at it.

Ginny hears hissing noises one day, and goes to investigate. She walks in and sees Harry sliding in and out of Draco, murmuring in Parseltongue. She doesn't utter a sound, hardly even breathes for fear of exposure. Ginny thinks vaguely that this is the hottest thing she's ever seen, especially when Harry moves up to pant, "Come for me, Draco." When Draco obliges immediately, she can't help but moan a little.

It's then that they both turn and look at her.

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For tsukired
Word Count: 150
Prompt: H/D, MORE TIE SMUT >:D

Besting Potter

Draco likes to be in control. He likes to have power and authority. He's thinking on applying for a job at the Ministry someday.

Draco likes to stick his tongue down Potter’s throat, to distract him as he pulls off his tie and binds Potter’s wrists with them. He likes the look of shock on Potter’s face when he pulls away and Potter realizes what has happened.

Draco likes to hear Potter whimpering beneath him, likes to hear his breathy moans for him when he comes. And Draco knows he has this effect on him. It's always the same. Every single time.

Draco was always one for routine, and so he makes sure to Obliviate Potter before leaving. It’s all about power, after all. All about having the upper hand. And whenever he sees that shocked expression cross Potter’s face, Draco notes with satisfaction that he has finally bested Potter at something. Finally.

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For la_joconde
Word Count: 150
Prompt: H/D, lollipop, matchmaker!Pansy

Almost Too Easy

Pansy watches Draco watch Potter.

At first, she's disgusted. She's appalled. She's in denial. However, after a while of observing the two of them together, she comes to a sort of dull acceptance. It's like watching a story unfold before her very eyes, she realizes. A very boring story, since neither of them are really doing anything.

So she sends Potter a bag of lollipops.

She then watches Draco's eyes dilate, as Potter's tongue wraps around the candy. She puts her hand on his thigh, and he jerks back so violently that she has to really concentrate not to laugh out loud.

Draco stands up abruptly, and moves toward the Gryffindor table. She tries to look surprised when Draco grabs the lollipop from Potter’s hand, and puts it into his own mouth. She even fakes a yell of disgust when Potter lunges forward to kiss Draco desperately.

Too easy, really.

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For natural_bore
Word Count: 120
Prompt: H/D, "Draco, I didn't know you could do that!"

Anniversary Dinner

Draco spends hours agonizing over it. He had never done something like this before. He never had to, really. But, he figures he’d better prepare something at least. The odds of him getting sex that night would be higher, after all.

Harry walks through the door, and looks up in surprise to see Draco standing in front of him looking nervous.

Harry casts one look at the dinner table and says, "Draco, I didn't know you could do that!"

This wasn't the reaction he was hoping for, "Do what?"

"Cook, without a house elf."

"Oh, haha," says Draco, just as he decides not to tell Harry that Dobby stopped by. There would be more sex that way, he thinks.

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For anjaliesque
Word Count: 100
Prompt: H/D, "Quality over quantity, Potter."

Quality and Quantity

Harry leans over to breathe in Draco's ear, "How about we give it another go?" Draco can see that Harry's fringe is sticking to his forehead, and he hasn't even caught his breath yet.

Draco tries to chuckle, but he can't breathe, either. He just tosses his head and says between pants, "Really now. You're so randy." He smirks, "Quality over quantity, Potter."

Harry leans back and stares at Draco, a mischievous glint in his eye, just before sliding down and deftly licking Draco to hardness once more.

Draco shuts his eyes and gasps, thinking that only Harry can prove to have quality and quantity when it came to sex.

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For sparklespiff
Word Count: 150
Prompt: H/D, a 25 cent glittery bouncy ball

25 Cent Bouncy Ball

"Harry, you told me I should embrace Muggle culture, and today I have done just that!"

"Er. Oh god. What did you do?"

"I'm hurt you don't trust me, Harry. Truly and deeply. Worry not! I went out and had a nice chat with some muggle children in the park a block East."

"Oh?"

"Yes, and you know, muggles are stupid, but they're quite fun to talk to. The kids showed me around and they told me some ridiculous jokes. And can you believe it? I bought this off one of the children there."

"You--you bought--Draco, how much did you pay for that?"

"Oh, just ten galleon, nothing really. I didn't have any muggle money and so when I showed them gold, the children went a bit crazy."

"Draco, that thing is hardly valued a Knut!"

Silence.

"Oh Merlin. I hate muggles."

"Murder is criminal offence, Draco. Draco!"

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THE DAILY DRABBLE will be taking the next few days off. :D On account of my moving into my new appartment. LOVE YOU ALL <3 !!! :">

Round One of Requested Drabbles

Sun, 22 Aug 2004 18:34:43 GMT

Darlings, you certainly have given me a lot of prompts to work with! 13, in fact! And all H/D! Lordy, but you are persistent. :D :D I am doing them in the order they were requested. With that in mind, this is just ROUND ONE! Round Two will be up tomorrow, along with anyone else's requests that I might receive along the way. ;)

SOME OF THESE DRABBLES CONTAIN THINGS YOU WOULDN'T READ TO YOUR MOTHER.

Or. Maybe you would. That's kind of disturbing, though.

AT ANY RATE, KEEP IN MINE THAT THEY BORDER THE R/NC-17 RATING.

Righto!

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For so_simplicity
Word Count: 100
Prompt: H/D, playground, merry-go-round, champagne

Anniversary in Little Whinging

The only sounds were the squeaking of the ancient merry-go-round, and Harry's foot being dragged along the dirt as it slowly rotated. He lowered his head, trying to hide his flushed cheeks, as he stared fixedly at the Dudley cast-offs he was wearing. He wished fervently that he had showered at least.

Suddenly the merry-go-round stopped, and Harry looked up to see Draco smirking slightly at him, a bottle of champagne in his hands. Even in the darkness, Harry could see the red tinge on his cheeks.

Draco quirked an eyebrow, “Nice pants, Potter.”

Despite his embarrassment, Harry grinned.

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For pikushi
Word Count: 100
Prompt: H/D, "You always have to be one haircut ahead of your clones."

Halloween

Harry had never seen so many of him in his life. It was... creepy. It was disturbing. It wasn't right. There really had to be laws against this sort of thing.

"I don't like this," said Harry, as Draco tried to distract him by nuzzling his neck.

"I'll try harder, then."

Harry was still glancing around nervously, "Draco, all these people. It's just--it's weird. Don't you think it's weird? They've probably seen my naked." He shuddered.

"Shh," said Draco, as he tongued Harry's Adam's apple. "Pansy over there thinks I'm coddling Weasley." Another lick. "I think she's about to have an aneurism."

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For lifelessmidget
Word Count: 100
Prompt: H/D, a squishy soccer ball called "Draco"

Stress Ball

When Draco saw it fall out of Potter's knapsack, he didn't think twice to snatch it up and shove it into his pocket.

He paused before pulling it out and examining it in the corridor. Frowning, he turning it over in his hands. What the hell was it? Some kind of kinky sex toy?

Draco dropped the object as if it stung him and jumped back, alarmed. He looked up to see Potter glaring at him.

Tossing his head, he sneered, "Kinky, Potter."

"Malfoy," Potter smirked and Draco tried to remember how to breathe. He leaned forward, his voice breathy in Draco's ear, "You’ve no idea."

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For pleasesayno
Word Count: 100
Prompt: H/D, tie smut

No Talking

Harry looked up at the Gryffindor tie that bound his wrists to the headboard, and said bemusedly, "I don't think I'll be able to see my tie in the same light ever again."

Draco made a throaty sound as he lapped one of Harry's nipples. He glanced up, sliding his hand lower and lower down Harry's stomach.

"You're talking," said Draco, as he finally reached Harry's erection and ran his hand over it lightly. Harry hit his skull on the headboard. Draco just grinned, "If you're talking, then I'm not doing it right."

"Uhhgn..."

"Hmm. That's better."

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For meghanceleste
Word Count: 100
Prompt: H/D, more tie smut

Double the Fun

"I had no idea you had a tie fetish," Draco panted. "You're one kinky bitch, Potter."

Harry ran his fingers absently through Draco's hair, sighing contentedly. Lazily, he leaned over the side of the bed.

"You do realize that because we used my Slytherin tie, it is now wrinkled and ruined? You're lucky I have eight more."

Harry deftly moved to straddle the blond for a second time.

"Potter, I've class, so if you could untie me--"

"Certainly you didn't think we were done? One down, one to go."

Draco's eyes widened as Harry pulled out his Gryffindor tie, grinning wickedly.

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For pornography
Word Count: 110
Prompt: H/D, computer

Harry's Secret

"Oh my god, Harry!"

Draco stared at the computer screen. Harry came wandering into the room, looking panicked, "What, what?"

"You look at porn!?"

Harry froze, his eyes going as wide as saucers. He sputtered, "That's--I didn't--Ron--"

Draco was bursting with glee. "You look at porn," he repeated, almost in awe.

"No, no, see, Ron thought it would be funny--" Harry's face was flushed and he wouldn't look Draco in the eye.

"That's a right shame because--" Draco faltered when another image popped up, he sucked in a breath, "Oh Merlin, Harry, can we do that?"

"I--" Harry stopped abruptly, "Wait. Do what?"

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For teiira
Word Count: 100
Prompt: H/D, a drunk snake

A Drunk Slytherin

"How do you s'pose a drunk snake would act?"

Harry untangled himself from Draco's arms, "Er?"

"You know... hear me out... Do snakes even get drunk? I mean, cats get drunk off catnip, what do snakes get drunk off of?"

Harry nodded absently, while trying to maneuver the blond away from the wall he was about to run into.

"Snakes are funny... I like snakes. We should get a snake drunk and then you should talk to it... Hey, have you ever noticed... that sometimes people say really, really stupid things, and they don't even realize it? What are you supposed to do, then? Tell 'em, or no?"

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Notes:

pikushi - I hope that is what you were looking for! That's what I came up with, at any rate. Even though it doesn't strictly adhere to the quote's meaning. Forgive! :o :o

lifelessmidget - I could not incorporate the stress ball's name. Clearly, I am unworthy of its greatness.

Also, A Drunk Slytherin is a blatant rip off of Calvin and Hobbes<3333!!

ENJOY, KIDS. >:D

HEAR YE HEAR YE

Sat, 21 Aug 2004 20:05:52 GMT

It's the opportunity you've all been waiting for!

I am taking requests!

Include:
1) the pairing
2) any object/quote/ditty/limerick

and I shall drabble it for you. :>

Oh, right, BUT there is a catch. In addition to the prompt, you've got to tell me one thing about yourself that I don't already know. *looks meaningfully at all those who have added dailydrabble recently, and yet has no idea who they are* See, it's all about the luuuuuuuuuurve. <3!

So, in conclusion, PROMPT ME. :">

Getting to Know Each Other (110) - H/D

Sat, 21 Aug 2004 06:35:08 GMT

GETTING TO KNOW EACH OTHER (110)

"Harry! Harry? Harry!"

"What?"

"I don't think we talk enough," Draco sat down, pulling out a quill and a lengthy piece of parchment. "I mean, I was thinking today, and I don't even know your favorite color! How do we expect to further this relationship without proper communication?"

Harry looked surprised, "That’s the girliest thing I've ever heard you say." At Draco's indignant glare, Harry sighed, "Fine. What do you want to know?"

Draco brightened, adjusting his tie and dipping his quill into a bottle of ink.

"Right then," he cleared his throat. "How many times a day do you need to be licked?"

Belt Buckle (150) - H/D

Fri, 20 Aug 2004 07:01:53 GMT

BELT BUCKLE (150)

Harry was always amazed by the vastness of the Wizarding World. Alternately, he was frequently embarrassed by his obvious ignorance with various magical spells or objects of which even toddlers seemed aware. He was thankful that he had Ron to inform him of such things.

However, Ron wasn't there now, as Harry stared at what appeared to be a belt buckle, of sorts, but there were strings and other things attached and there was definitely magic or something going on because this had to be the most complicated device he had ever seen. His chest was constricting in panic when he felt his chin being lifted gently.

"Harry," Draco was smirking, "just do this." He undid the belt with a flick of the wrist.

"Right," Harry muttered, red-faced, his panic transforming into something else entirely.

"Remember that," Draco leaned forward, breath hot on Harry’s face, "for next time."

Sunscreen (110) - H/D

Thu, 19 Aug 2004 18:43:39 GMT

SUNSCREEN (110)

"Draco, stop this."

"It's a precaution. Merlin, Harry, you're so sodding reckless."

"Reckless? Just because I don't put--Draco! That tickles!"

"Shut up, Harry. I'm trying to concentrate. You’re being completely ungrateful, you know. Here I am, taking the time out of my busy schedule to do this for you, but do I receive any thanks or offers for blowjobs? No, I do not. Ridiculous. I don't know why I put up with you."

"Draco, aren't there spells for this sort of thing, anyway?"

Silence.

"You sneaky bastard. Just wanted to grope me, did you?"

"Better start doing your backside now, Harry. Come on, got to take all necessary precautions..."

Mix Up (100) - H/D

Wed, 18 Aug 2004 18:49:53 GMT

MIX UP (100)

"You're late," Pansy sneers.

"Don't be stupid. It's fashionable," Draco puffs his chest out, catching his breath.

Pansy's lip twitches. She uncrosses her arms, "So there's no reason, then. You're just fashionably late."

"Yes, of course," He adjusts his tie, offering an arm and a charming smile, "Now shall we, to dinner?"

They stroll to the Great Hall together in silence. Just as they enter and are heading for the Slytherin table, Pansy tugs his sleeve gently and says, "Just one thing, darling?" He turns to look at her and she smiles.

"Why are you wearing Gryffindor robes?"

Draco freezes mid-stride.

The Peanut Series - Ulterior Motive - H/D

Tue, 17 Aug 2004 06:25:39 GMT

PEANUT.
QUIDDITCH POST.
DENIAL.
ULTERIOR MOTIVE

There could be only one explanation.

Draco was in some kind of alternate universe.

Something had happened that caused the world to shift, thereby rendering him in a horrible, godforsaken place where Potter choked on peanuts and Draco saved him not once, but twice, and where he had these insane urges to protect the sod from harm, and where Potter called him by his first name, and it was all some kind of horrible, horrible nightmare.

And clearly, this was all Potter's fault.

He knew it. The world revolved around the imbecile, after all.

It was all some kind of elaborate scheme to try to get Draco to act differently. Perhaps Potter was trying to get him to join the side of light, where puffskeins roamed the land and everyone called each other by their first names and protected each other and--He had to stop thinking along these lines. How revolting. Well, it certainly wasn't going to work, that's for sure. And--Merlin, Potter kept staring at him. He was so annoying.

And it wasn't like he was staring back, or anything ridiculous like that. Quite frankly, Draco could care less if Potter tripped on the stairs, or dropped the cauldron in his lap, or ran into goal posts. He wasn't going to get in the way of Potter's suicidal tendencies anymore. And so what if he was a little twitchy? He had a cold. Really.

So it came as a real surprise when Potter turned on him the next day.

"Malfoy! You can't just tell me to stop following you, and then proceed to turn around and start following me!"

Great. Now Potter was delusional, because Draco was certainly not following him around. Perhaps all those near-death experiences had finally addled his brain. That must be it. How pathetic.

"You--you're so annoying!" Potter was still droning on, it seemed. "I don't know why I bothered with any of that in the first place!"

Here come the dramatics again, what with--Wait. Potter had just said--Wait. What!?

"Do you mean to tell me," said Draco through gritted teeth, "that you did all of this on purpose!?"

He was going to kill him. Right there in that corridor.

Potter even looked like he wanted to die. "Well, you see--"

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard! You could have died!" Oh shit. He probably shouldn't have said that. It almost sounded like he cared. Which he didn't.

"No, no, see--"

"How did you know I would have done anything to stop it!? Merlin, Potter, I am going to kill you--"

"That's funny, Draco, considering--"

"And stop calling me that! That freaks me out! I don't even like puffskeins! Or rainbows!"

"Okay, okay, no need to get hysterical--"

"Hysterical? I'm not the one trying to kill myself, just to get a bloke's attention!"

Well.

Well, well, well.

That certainly stopped Potter's blathering.

It was all starting to make a twisted kind of sense. All along, Potter had been trying to get his attention. Draco, after years of trying to get Potter's attention, was too blindsided to see it. Things were starting to add up in a way that made Draco feel more than a little queasy.

Potter still wasn't saying anything, so Draco continued dully, "You were trying to get my attention." What the bloody hell did that mean? Surely--Wait. No.

"Well, you did take a bit longer than I expected..."

Potter was turning an alarming shade of red, the sod. It was starting from his neck and--Draco wasn't looking.

"...and, well, I just wanted to see if there was any decency in you at all. Kind of like a final test to see if you care--"

Care? Care? Oh Merlin. Potter was now adopting one of those "all-knowing" looks he must have acquired from prolonged exposure to Granger. Pillock. Bastard. There was absolutely nothing to know, so there was no reason or substance behind that look. Nothing. Nothing at all.

And he was grinning again. Insufferable. Completely insufferable.

"--which you obviously do care. And I knew it."

Clearly, Potter was unfamiliar with the concept of "personal space" because he certainly was invading Draco's. Didn't Potter have any manners? Typical. He must have done something to Draco's throat as well, for it seemed inexplicably dry all of a sudden. And he was still talking.

"I knew you wouldn't let me die. I knew you'd do something. But I mean, I'm not stupid, it's not like I really would have died if you hadn't done anything. But you did."

Potter should have been in Slytherin. Things were getting weird. Draco's stomach was feeling queasy and Potter was right in front of him and he was grinning, the bastard, and what exactly was happening?

Draco swallowed and sneered feebily, "You make me feel sick."

Insufferable Potter just smiled, "Is that what you call it? I'd be offended if you weren't turning such an attractive shade of red right now."

It was hot in there. That was all. It wasn't like he was turning red because Potter's hand was on his stomach now, and he was feeling a distinctive clenching in his gut, and Potter certainly wasn't helping because he kept moving closer, taking up all the good, clean oxygen and--and--Oh Merlin.

Draco couldn't tell how long it had been, and he would have liked to blame something--anything, really--for the fact that Harry Potter was kissing him, but he was undeniably kissing back and really, it felt quite nice. And perhaps things wouldn't be so bad, really. Puffskeins were quite nice, sometimes. If one overlooked the fact that they were so damn fluffy and purred too much. And the whole dark, evil thing was kind of overrated anyway. Maybe he'd even call him Harry once in a while, seeing as that was his name and all. And--Good lord where did Potter learn to kiss like that?

Just as it was starting to get good, however, Potter, being the stupid sod that he was, pulled away. Draco's head was spinning.

Somewhere he heard Potter say, "I can't believe you went for it in the first place."

What was Potter talking about? Went for what? Draco managed to uncross his eyes and focus on the boy in front of him, only to see him peering back at him, head cocked to the side thoughtfully.

"I mean, give me a little more credit."

Draco blinked uncomprehendingly while Potter just smirked. What he said next made Draco see red.

"Come now, Draco. Really. A peanut?"

END.

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And that's the end of the Peanut Series! It's quite short, just a series of ficlets, but I didn't want to drag it on for too long; I thought that would just get repetitive and probably annoying. That's why I decided to end it here. *luffs everyone* :>

The Peanut Series - Denial - H/D

Mon, 16 Aug 2004 07:01:56 GMT

I can't believe how many people are rec'ing PEANUT. It gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling inside, I kid you not! THANK YOU! I tried to thank each of you individually, and if I've missed anyone then my apologies! It all started out as a joke, really. Well! Enjoy Part the third! *luffs*

PEANUT.
QUIDDITCH POST.
DENIAL

Things weren't going as planned.

Things never went as planned when Potter was involved.

Why was that? Draco tapped his quill in irritation.

Well, for one, Potter was an insufferable, spotlight-hogging pillock.

Oh, and Potter always got in the way, that's for sure.

Kind of like how he was about to get in the way of that cauldron of-- Shit. Phew. Narrowly missed.

Draco wasn't looking. He wasn't. And he certainly hadn't become completely jumpy and twitchy and worried about the imbecile. No. Not even a little. Stupid Potter kept shoving that sod Weasley and laughing and being stupid and that cauldron of whatever they'd concocted was going to fall on them if they weren't-- Shit. Draco winced and sat back with a thud. Twitchy. Twitchy. Damn.

"Malfoy, what the hell is the matter with you?"

If only he had decided to study in the Slytherin commons in the first place, none of this would have happened. Potter would be too busy being dead to be Draco's problem. Bugger. And he certainly wouldn't be worried. Oh, brilliant, now what was Potter--Was that a packet of peanuts? Oh dear Merlin.

"Potter! Are you insane? Peanuts!? Do you want to die!?"

Potter had the audacity to blink at him. He was so insufferable.

"Malfoy," he said, "I think you need to lie down, or something."

"Just--just stop trying to die! I can't be around to save your stupid arse all the bleeding time, you know!"

Oh Merlin. Had he just said that? That didn't just happen. This wasn't happening. He should be asking for--nay, demanding--Potter's first born child, or for him to be his slave and carry his books and call him Master Malfoy, or something humiliating, something exploitative, anything.

"Er--" Articulate as always, that's Potter.

Instead, Draco blurted, "Good lord, you are so sodding stupid that you'll somehow manage to bash your head in the second I look away!"

Leave. Leaving right now would be good.

So he did.

It was not cowardly. It was smart. Smart. A strategic move. Keep the enemy guessing. Right? Right.

The next day, Draco decided to glare at Potter for good measure. The sod looked confused for a moment, just before tripping and stumbling on the stairs. It took all the willpower for Draco to not whip out his wand and lurch forward to make sure the imbecile was all right. Well, perhaps he had flinched a little. He must have, because Potter was giving him another one of those annoying looks again.

Stupid Potter. He'd kill him. Then he'd shave off his eyebrows, so his corpse would look stupid.

It would be rather difficult, however, to kill the blighter, whilst simultaneously trying prevent him from harm. Bugger. None of Draco's plans ever worked out. Life was so unfair.

Draco decided the best course of action was to just simply ignore Potter. It seemed simple enough. Quite frankly, it was the perfect plan. Flawless in its entirety. Draco frowned. There was only one problem: he had never done that before. Ever. Hmm. Damnit.

Where was that packet of peanuts Potter had? Draco figured he'd better just do himself in and get it over with, before he did something else humiliating, like saving Potter. For the third time.

"Malfoy!"

Draco didn't hear anything. Nope. He was going to ignore him. This would work. Potter could go choke and die on all the peanuts and run into all the Quidditch posts he wanted, and Draco wouldn't do a sodding thing.

"Malfoy, I know you can hear me."

That wall was looking more interesting as seconds ticked by. Was that solid stone?

"Malfoy, you are such a daft prick."

Stone doesn't do much for insulation, now does it? Well. Just more proof of Hogwarts' shoddiness, no doubt.

"Fine. You're awful at Quidditch. You're egotistical and snotty. You're a loudmouth; you're pretentious. Also, you look like a girl."

Draco's eyes snapped to Potter's, "I do not look like a girl, you freak!"

Oh Merlin. Was Potter grinning at him? He'd kill him. He'd kill him right now if he had to. All he needed was a bag of peanuts. Maybe he'd even go tell You-Know-Who all about it--

"I just wanted to tell you--"

Draco waved his arms about frantically, "Oh no! Oh no, you are not thanking me for--for--whatever happened! It was a fluke! I was having a bad day! Actually, I was really trying to kill you all along, but it backfired on me! Yeah, that's it. My plan failed! Thwarted again, by Saint Potter! Bugger. Damn. Et cetera. Now, leave me alone--"

"Draco--"

He froze. Oh Merlin. Oh Merlin. He knew it. It was all happening. Potter was going to shower him with rainbows and pink bunnies and honor and decency and Draco was damned if he was going to stand for this.

"That's Malfoy," Draco sneered. "Let's get this straight, once and for all. Stop following me around, Potter. I don't want anything to do with you. I hate you. I wish I had never helped you with that stupid peanut. You deserved to die from such an idiotic cause. So just leave me alone."

Draco watched in satisfaction as a hurt expression crossed Potter's face. That was better. No more Potter following him around, making eyes at him. And no more Draco saving him, that's for sure.

Draco stomped off angrily without another word. And he was most certainly not running away. Not running away at all.

Part Four.

The Peanut Series - Quidditch Post - H, D GEN.

Sun, 15 Aug 2004 08:12:10 GMT

PEANUT.
QUIDDITCH POST (530)

Potter was glaring at him.

Again.

He had been following Draco around all week, squawking and hissing every time Draco tried to retell the story. The public had a right to know, but did Potter care? No, of course not. If he wasn't in the spotlight, wasn't the hero, then clearly it didn't matter. Draco thought that perhaps he should have let the git choke and die after all. It certainly would have been less annoying. He'd have less Potter following him around, hissing at him, that's for sure.

"Stop glaring at me, Potter! I own your soul now, and the way you're behaving, you'll taint it!"

"Do you even have a soul, Malfoy?"

"Yes, I have yours. Keep up with me here." Really now. Potter was so slow sometimes.

Earlier, he had tried to get the imbecile to insult Snape during Potions, as per their agreement, but Potter wouldn't have any of that. Gryffindor nobility, his arse. He was positively ungrateful. Perhaps he didn't realize just how very close to death he had become. A peanut. Ridiculous. But then again, Potter was probably used to that sort of thing. That bag of peanuts Draco had owled to him previously that week was quite tasteful, he thought. Potter didn't quite see it that way, however. Ungrateful git.

"You're lucky I even looked up, Potter. Generally speaking, I'm desensitized to the sounds of suffering."

"Shut up, Malfoy, and stop bragging about it to anyone who will listen!"

"You're just jealous of my heroics. I get that a lot. Besides, it's not bragging if it's true."

Draco had just finished informing a group of second years of his heroic deeds when he saw Potter flying alone on the Quidditch pitch. He was flying entirely too fast and angrily for Draco to believe he wasn't suffering from mental anguish and despair, and so he stood and watched the imbecile for a moment. It was astoundingly satisfying how upset the git had become just from all this.

"Potter," he called out, "if you're so bent out of shape about it, then why don't you finish the deed properly and drown yourself in the lake! Just make sure I'm not around to save you, what with my heroic nature and all!"

"Malfoy, would you stop--"

"Potter, what are you--"

The sod was going to hit the Quidditch posts, Draco realized. He must have been so distracted by Draco's veritable god-like visage that he neglected to see where he was going. There could be no other explanation. Draco whipped out his wand without thinking and sent a spell to steer the idiot off-course. The front of Potter's broom still hit it, however, causing him to spin out of control and fall rapidly to the ground. Draco lurched forward and cast another spell, causing him to fall more slowly, even though he still landed with a thud.

Draco blinked, wand still poised.

Had he just saved Harry Potter's life? Again? How the bloody hell had Potter survived this long in the first place?

Apparently, it was an alarmingly busy week for Draco.

Oh Merlin.

And he didn't even demand anything in exchange.

Potter sat up dizzily, and gaped at him.

"Damnit!"

Part Three...

The Peanut Series - Peanut - H, D GEN.

Sat, 14 Aug 2004 09:20:49 GMT

PEANUT (530)

"You have to be kidding me."

Potter's face was rapidly turning blue, and Draco was having mixed feelings about it. He was sitting in the library with Potter a few tables down from him, studying diligently, when he looked up from a noise and realized that the stupid git had started choking.

On a peanut.

The savior of the Wizarding World, Harry Potter, was going to meet his untimely demise by choking to death.

On a peanut.

It was glorious.

It was ridiculous.

It was--Dear Merlin, what a fascinating shade of purple.

Draco looked around quickly; they were all alone. He bit his lip.

He should probably do something.

That would be the right thing to do, after all.

You know, something. Anything, really.

Right.

Just as he was about to get up, he paused to consider. Well, perhaps Potter was trying to play a trick on him. Perhaps he was trying to get Draco to act...what were those words again? Oh, "moral" and "decent." And then he'd laugh in his face and act all Potterish and say something horrible like, "You're a good person, deep down, Draco," and call him by his first name, to boot. Perhaps Potter would become indebted to him, and follow him around, like some kind of lost puppy. Puppies were annoying. Potter was annoying. Clearly, nothing good could come of this.

"Potter?"

Choking noises.

"Potter, are you having me on?"

Gasps. More choking noises. The git was trying to mutter a spell, but he couldn't quite talk, now could he?

He probably shouldn't wait much longer. He had to think quickly. Finally, he called, "Potter, I'm going to save your life now, and in return, you owe me your soul," then he added, "and you've to insult Snape tomorrow during Potions, in front of everyone. And I get to say what you tell him. Are we in agreement?"

Draco paused to listen to more choking noises. Blue really was Potter's color, Draco thought. He should have been a Ravenclaw.

He sighed impatiently and moved to walk over to the moron. He looked down at Potter and grimaced, saying, "Really, Potter. A peanut?" And then swiftly performed a quick spell to dislodge the offending object from Potter's throat.

Draco watched in mild amusement and some disgust as the sod made a huge spectacle of trying to breath again. Really now. Potter was so melodramatic. Draco hoped he wasn't supposed to pat him on the back, or something equally ridiculous.

"I hate you so much," Potter gasped before hitting his head against the desk.

Draco smirked and said, "And that's what makes this whole situation so much more amusing for me." He moved to gather his things.

Potter was groaning and wishing he was dead, or something. Draco couldn't tell. He decided it would be best if he left the scene, in case Potter started acting insane, as he was wont to do.

"Don't forget our little agreement!" He called out as he left the library.

Well. Draco just saved the savior of the Wizarding World. He thought vaguely that this was just one more reason for him to have a throne of some sort.

Part Two...

5:47 A.M (200) - H/D

Sat, 14 Aug 2004 06:45:51 GMT

You all thought I forgot, didn't you?

Let it be known that according to my watch, it is approx. 11:44 PM. Therefore, it is still Friday, August 13th, 2004. Therefore, I have not broken my dailydrabble code of honor! Yay Pacific Time Zone!

I was thinking that I should probably be consistent when I post these things everyday. But really, where's the fun in that?

Blah blah blah you people are here for my drabbles so HERE, INFIDELS:

CAUTION: Beware the fluff.

5:47 A.M (200)

5:47 A.M.

Harry knew the time without even checking.

He rolled over, taking his time yawning and stretching, and opened his eyes. Draco's eyelids were fluttering slightly, and he was snoring faintly. Whenever he moved his head, his fringe would fall into his face, and Harry would carefully brush it away. He absently counted Draco’s breathing until he finally dozed off himself.

The same birds perched outside his window would wake him at the same time every morning, and it would all begin again.

And so it came as a surprise to Harry when, the next morning, Draco woke up with him. Draco reached for his wand and was muttering something. When Harry heard Avada Kedavra and damn birds, he hastily reached over and gripped Draco’s arm.

“Draco, go back to sleep.”

“Can’t. . . bloody . . . stupid. . . birds . . .Avada--”

“You know you can’t do that,” He managed to pry the wand out of Draco’s hand. He was about to say something else, when Draco snorted and rolled over, apparently asleep. His fringe had fallen in his eyes again.

Harry reached out and brushed it away. Then he curled up next to him, and counted his breathing.

Trip Jinx - H/D

Thu, 12 Aug 2004 07:05:34 GMT

TRIP JINX

When Harry found himself on his hands and knees in front of Draco Malfoy, he frowned and looked up at the other boy in confusion.

Draco just tilted his head to the side and smirked, saying snidely, “Trip jinx, Potter,” as he undid his belt.

Truce - H/D

Wed, 11 Aug 2004 20:59:01 GMT

Everyone loves a little unresolved sexual tension, right? Er.

TRUCE (600)

Harry had a firm grip on Draco’s throat, one leg slung over the other boy’s midsection, half-sitting up, while the other was trapped underneath Draco’s body. Draco had a fist in Harry’s hair, which Harry found entirely too unmanly, and was sprawled on the cold stone floor, panting. Every time Draco pulled, Harry squeezed, and vice versa.

And so they remained frozen there, in that outstandingly uncomfortable position, for both were too stubborn to move.

“This doesn’t bother me at all; I’ve the fortitude of an ox.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Malfoy. I’m not the one slumped on the floor.”

The minutes went on in tense silence. Harry could feel sweat building at his temple. He couldn’t seem to calm his erratic breathing, even though they had stopped moving more than ten minutes ago. He blamed it on their strained position, for it couldn’t possibly be because of Draco, mouth slightly parted, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes, and breathing hard as well.

What distracted him most were Draco’s fingers, which were curled around Harry’s wrist at the base of his throat, and they twitched every couple of seconds.

“Would you stop that?” Harry said roughly.

“Stop what, you insolent sod? As you can plainly see, I’m not doing anything.”

Harry gave Draco’s throat a sharp squeeze, and in response Draco pulled Harry’s hair so hard that Harry’s head snapped back, exposing his throat. He shut his eyes tightly and winced, feeling unreasonably vulnerable.

After a while, Harry expected Draco’s grip on his hair to lessen somewhat, but it didn’t, and his neck was starting to ache. His leg, the one that Draco was lying on top of, was going numb, and so he wriggled it in order to get some feeling back.

“Potter—” Draco snarled.

“My leg—” Harry started to explain.

Harry realized too late, however, that his leg was causing quite a bit of friction. Harry’s other leg bumped Draco’s hard-on at the same time Draco’s hip came in contact with Harry’s.

Both boys simultaneously released each other and sprang back so fast that they almost toppled over. All Harry could think of to do was gape wordlessly, while Draco crossed his arms and huffed indignantly.

They stared at each other for a long moment before Harry cleared his throat and said, “Perhaps. . . we could call it. . . a truce.”

Draco looked as if he was about to hex Harry, but at that point, neither of them knew what had become of their wands. Instead, he said slowly, almost warily, “. . . a truce. That’s—that’s-- fine.” Then he sneered and shot to his feet, storming off, as Harry watched him.

Harry spent the night thinking about it, agonizing over it, speculating, deliberating, and considering what had occurred that evening. He finally concluded that perhaps things would change between the two of them, that perhaps their truce would last far longer than just that singular, awkward moment.

He was so eager to find out that the next day when they passed each other in the corridor, he fought to catch Draco’s eye. When Draco finally looked over at him as they neared each other, Harry’s chest nearly burst with anxiety and apprehension. Harry thought wildly for something to clever to say, but that smirk on Draco’s face was distracting him, and the blond was walking briskly over to him, invading his personal space. Harry could hear his heartbeat thrumming in his ears, and he opened his mouth in greeting, “Malfoy—" His breathing hitched. Draco reached over and gripped Harry’s shoulders--

And then promptly shoved him down the stairs.

Suspenders (190) - H/D (<--FOR THOSE OF YOU JUST TUNING IN) Er. Maybe P/M, too.

Tue, 10 Aug 2004 06:04:32 GMT

I own a pair of suspenders. I remain unashamed of this fact.

SUSPENDERS (190)

“They’re for. . . you know. Bondage,” explained Pansy.

Draco cocked his head thoughtfully, “Really.”

Pansy grinned wickedly, “Oh yes. Millicent loves using them. She gets quite wild—”

Draco choked, “And clearly, I want no knowledge of this. In fact, I’m just going to go ahead and pretend you didn’t say that.” He examined the object. “Are you sure that’s what they’re used for?”

Pansy rolled her eyes and huffed, “Well, what other purpose would they serve?”

Draco frowned, “How did you even get this?”

“Does that really matter? Merlin, Draco, if you want one just say so—”

“No, no,” said Draco hastily. “Clearly, only disturbed people have these.”

Pansy sneered, snatching the object away from him.

Later, when Draco was studying in the library, he casually noticed Potter taking off his robes two tables down from him. He had on muggle clothes underneath, which was just ridiculous and...what was he wearing? Potter owned some of those?

A vision of Potter gagged and bound shot through Draco’s mind. He dropped his quill, spilling ink all over the Potions essay he had spent hours working on.

Telephone (800) - H/D

Mon, 09 Aug 2004 04:14:36 GMT

Thank you to everyone who has been reading these silly things. I appreciate all of your comments! And for those of you wishing me a good trip, thank you as well, it was wonderful.

This is a series of drabbles, all related to each other, obviously. It goes: 100, 100, 100, 100, 200, 200. So, it's quite long. I think this pretty much covers the week, don't you think?

Just kidding.

P.S. POST HOGWARTS!

TELEPHONE (800)

Harry was droning on about something, waving some object around excitedly. Draco thought perhaps he was trying to communicate.

Oh, it looked like he was wrapping things up. Better start nodding.

"...see, and then you're instantly connected, and you can talk to me all you want!" said Harry.

Draco eyed the object, "This will connect me to you? Instantly?"

"Yes, instantly."

Draco leaned forward. Remarkable idea, really. Faster than owls. Less harmful to the lungs than a Fireside chat. He muttered grudgingly, "It’s. . . perhaps. . . somewhat adequate."

So they came up with one good idea. Muggles were still stupid.

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3-4-9...

Hold the receiver. Oops, upside down. It was a good thing Draco was alone, people would think he didn't know what he was doing. Which was preposterous, clearly.

"Hello?"

Draco realized it was his turn. He cleared his throat, "All I could think about today during work was you. Chained to my bed. Waiting and prepared and leaking, moaning. Just for me."

He grinned when he heard a gasp, and continued on breathlessly, "I'd take your hard prick in my mouth and wait for you to beg, Merlin, I love to feel you come in my mou--"

"Malfoy?"

Draco froze.

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When Granger opened the door to Harry's flat, Draco was surprised but composed. She was red slightly and wouldn't look him in the eye. Gryffindor courage, his arse.

He lifted his chin, "Granger. I realize that was undoubtedly the closest you've ever been to a sexual encounter of any sort, and thusly, I’m disgusted to have taken part in it."

She was probably red for a different reason now. Draco continued, "I've given this some thought and I think that it's probably best that we don't speak of this again. Ever."

That grin was absolutely too unpleasant for even Draco's taste.

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Stupid Weasley. Stupid Granger. Stupid everyone.

"...and then he says, 'Get this dragon out of here!'"

Laugh it up, you morons. Little do you know I've poisoned all of your tea. Yes. In thirty seconds, everyone will die a horrible, gruesome death. Draco smirked into his cup. Then he remembered that he didn't actually do that.

Damnit, why didn't he think of that earlier?

Stupid Harry inviting him for stupid tea with his stupid friends. Without his knowledge. Trickery, that's what this was. Untruthful. Betrayal. Draco didn't have to stand for this.

...and why was everyone looking at him like that?

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Draco loved it when Harry played rough, but right there in the kitchen, while all his friends were in the other room? Wasn't that a bit risky? Well, he was up for it if Harry was.

"Did you really do that?"

Oh. He wanted to talk. About that. Fine. Draco said, "I thought I was talking to you. I didn't know it was Granger. I thought those things were supposed to connect me to you. Instantly. Clearly it’s faulty."

"I was going to tell them about us tonight," said Harry, looking dejected. "You beat me to it. In the worst way possible. They'll never accept you now." He looked almost as if he was talking to himself.

Draco sighed. Harry always made him do the most ridiculous of things. It was all really quite insufferable. He didn't know why he was with him at all, really. Here Harry was, having a nervous breakdown, just because Draco might have said something slightly inappropriate to Granger, revealing their torrid relationship for all his friends to gawk at.

He reached for Harry's hand and led him out of the kitchen.

Harry owed him for what he was about to do. A blowjob, something, at least.

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Harry was talking after sex again. Draco didn't mind so much this time, though. His hearing was still slightly numb from post-coital bliss. Merlin, Harry had wonderful eyes. Ears. Mouth. Perfect mouth. Hands. Everything. Oh, Harry’s eyes were taking on that intense look again. Draco figured he'd better start listening.

"...didn't have to say that in front of all my friends. I mean, you hadn't even said that before to just me, ever. And, well, I hadn’t even said that to you, ever," babbled Harry. He paused thoughtfully, "And you probably should have used less tongue afterwards. I think Ron fainted."

Harry was playing with his hair, running his fingers through it. Back. Forth. Draco liked that so much he almost didn't hear what Harry said next.

"Yes, you stupid blighter," said Draco, letting his eyes fall shut. What an exhausting day.

"Say it again. Please."

Draco sighed impatiently, but he was grinning, "I, Draco 'better than you' Malfoy, hereby declare my undying and passionate love for one Harry 'makes me want to pull my hair out' Potter."

"I love you too, Draco," said Harry, smiling.

"Good," said Draco smugly. "Now, where's that blowjob you owe me?"

Three Drabbles - H/D

Fri, 06 Aug 2004 04:53:18 GMT

I'm leaving for San Francisco from the 6th to the 8th. True to the dailydrabble code of honor, here are three drabbles, one for each day! Wee! TAH EVERYONE<3 *loves*

SNAPE'S WRATH (200)

Draco shoved his textbooks angrily onto the table, "What the bloody hell was wrong with Snape today?"

Harry jumped, surprised. He scooted over to allow the Slytherin a place to sit.

"The man clearly has a large stick stuck up his stupid arse!" Draco raged on as Harry watched bemusedly. "I made that potion perfectly, just like I always do! There was nothing wrong with it! Fifty points, my sodding arse."

Harry remained wisely silent.

"He didn't even say why. Something is clearly wrong with him. Maybe he's having a mid-life crisis or something equally ridiculous."

Harry froze when realization dawned on him. The Slytherin had stopped destroying his textbooks and now moved on to breaking every one of his quills. Harry reached out quickly and grabbed at Draco's collar.

"Harry! What--"

A pair of red and gold Snitch boxers were shoved in Draco's face. Draco's jaw dropped as he fell silent.

Harry quirked an eyebrow, "Have these been hanging out of your collar all day?"

Draco bit his lip.

Harry nodded solemnly. He then promptly broke out into laughter.

Draco stared down at the underpants, "Well. This would explain Snape's wrath."

"I've been looking for these since this morning!"

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DEAN'S DRAWING (200)

"This is interesting."

Harry looked up from his textbook, "Oh, that," he shrugged. "Dean drew that for me today during History of Magic."

Draco eyed the parchment bemusedly, looking down at it and then back up at Harry, as if trying to spot the differences. He said snidely, "Your nose is a little shorter."

Harry made a noncommittal sound in his throat, still reading over his textbook.

"Great pose, though. At first it looks like you're not moving at all, but then you move your head as if you're nodding off," Draco smirked. "Hmm. Needs a little something, though..."

Harry grunted distractedly, his attention focused on the essay he was writing.

Later, when Draco had left, and he was gathering his things wearily to go to bed, he spotted Dean's picture. He moved to put it away when he realized that Draco had roughly sketched himself in the drawing. Draco’s hands were positioned in a way that suggested he was fondling Harry quite enthusiastically underneath the desk, and he would smirk triumphantly as Harry’s head moved.

From then on, every time Dean mentioned the drawing to anyone, he could never figure out why Harry would turn bright red and scurry away.

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CAREER COUNSELING (205)

Draco liked to wind Snape up. Well, Draco liked to wind anyone up, really, but Snape was so easy. He'd make crude jokes, or snide remarks, and Snape would act like it didn't bother him, but Draco knew better. Snape's eyes would narrow, or he'd puff up his chest, indicating that he was annoyed. Draco was sure to never go too far, and thusly, never lost Slytherin any house points.

Of course, there was a first time for everything.

And so, when Draco found himself sitting in Snape's office for his career counseling meeting, and Snape asked him what he was considering on pursuing, Draco didn't think twice before saying:

"Oh, I don't know, Professor. I'm thinking on pursuing the career of being Harry Potter's Love Slave. It's got its advantages and disadvantages, to be sure. I've already had plenty of practice, and Potter seems to like it. Also, he gives splendid hea--"

Later, Draco's head hurt as a result of being thrown out of Snape's office so fast. He wasn’t too upset about it, though. All he had to do was pout in front of Potter for a while, and he got whatever he wanted that night. He was a Slytherin, after all.

An Interesting Potions Lesson (300) - H, D FRIENDSHIP.

Thu, 05 Aug 2004 23:05:09 GMT

I got up this morning, went out to lunch with my brother, went to the theatre, came back, and was sitting on the sofa, idly drinking some Guava juice when the thought struck me, "Crap! I have to write gay boylove for dailydrabble!"

So yeah. Then I came up with this. PLEASE DON'T HURT ME

AN INTERESTING POTIONS LESSON (300)

"Do you think Longbottom fancies Snape?"

Harry dropped his textbook on the ground, "WHAT?"

"Hear me out," Draco said. "You know, in Potions when he gets all tongue-tied and nervous and... well, quite like a blubbering buffoon around Snape?"

"Well..." Harry frowned, considering.

"It's because of all the unresolved sexual tension!"

"I hardly think--"

"I mean, you tend to get all nervous and moronic around me," Draco grinned as Harry turned red, gesturing toward the ground, "Case in point: you do things like drop your textbook when I'm around."

"That's not--!" Harry reached hastily for his book.

"Look, you're even all tongue-tied."

Harry tried his best to look outraged and scandalized, "I am not--"

"It's all right, Harry," Draco leered. "There's only one way to find out, after all."

"Er?" He swallowed.

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Harry shut his eyes, trying desperately to stave off unwanted images.

"That didn't go quite as planned," Draco mused.

"Did you really have to do that?"

"Yes," Draco lifted his chin, "I had to see if Longbottom fancies my head of house. It was my obligation toward Slytherin. Clearly, I deserve a medal of some sort."

"What--But, I'm the one serving your detention!"

Draco waved his hand, "A sacrifice I'm willing to make."

Harry glared.

Draco laughed, "Oh, come on, Harry! Have you ever seen the moron turn so red so fast? And Snape! I thought he was going to explode! That was the best Potions lesson in all our years at Hogwarts! Admit it!"

"I'm going to have nightmares," He said distinctly.

"Point taken, but that wasn't really my fault," Draco said, looking thoughtful. "I mean, who'd have thought that Snape doesn’t wear underpants at all? I certainly wasn't expecting that!"

Getting a Clue (145) - h/d

Wed, 04 Aug 2004 20:42:24 GMT

I don't like this one, and I'll probably end up rewriting it. I'LL UNDERSTAND IF NO ONE LIKES IT SOBSOB. Just kidding. I don't know, Ron confuses me sometimes. I'm posting it anyway because, well, I post everything. Lalala :wanders off:

GETTING A CLUE (145)

Ron could swear he heard voices, but that could have been the fading of his dream. He stuck his head out from behind the bed-hangings, “Harry?”

A sharp movement. He rubbed his eyes. Opened them. No, it was just Harry. Standing by the window.

Ron squinted, “What time is it? What are you doing?”

“Everything’s fine, Ron. Go back to sleep,” Harry was tugging at his pajama bottoms nervously. Had he always gone to sleep shirtless?

“Hmm,” he yawned, leaned back, and watched Harry through heavy-lids. His brain belatedly registered a blond figure standing up next to Harry. A smirk was the last thing Ron saw before sleep overcame him.

Much later, the memory resurfaced from Ron’s unconscious when he saw the same smirk playing on the blond’s lips during Potions. He stared, something in his brain clicking into place. He then promptly dropped his phial.

Losing Balance (150) - H/D (<--Why do I bother putting 'H/D' anymore, really?)

Tue, 03 Aug 2004 07:34:46 GMT

LOSING BALANCE (150)

Harry stared up at Draco from the floor as the blond peered down.

Draco frowned, "Are you all right?"

He managed a nod.

They stared at each other for an awkward moment. Draco cleared his throat, "Perhaps, we could continue?"

He bit his lip, an embarrassing flush spreading down his neck.

"We don't have to, I suppose," Draco said hastily, looking worried.

He wanted to die. This was the most mortifying thing that had ever happened to him.

Draco was looking thoughtful, "Well, I could buy you a new bed."

Harry stared at him.

Draco grinned, "A nice big one."

He continued to stare.

"It'll be so big, you'll never run the risk of falling out of it," Draco smirked, adding, "Especially during sex."

Harry knew he was blushing furiously, but he couldn’t help but grin. He sat up slowly, relief spreading through his stomach. He smiled, "You said something about continuing...?"