Ficlet: Good Irish Fun (H/D) (PG-13/R)
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dripping_cherryTitle: Good Irish Fun
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dripping_cherry
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13/R
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling and associated publishers. This was written for fun, not profit. No copyright infringement is intended.
Wordcount: 570
Challenge:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hd_500
Recipient:enchanted_jae
Keywords: shillelagh, drunk, shamrock
Dialogue: "I refuse to dance an Irish jig!"
Summary: Who knew that an Irish jig could be arousing?
"You're still not talking to me?"
Draco kept his eyes glued to The Daily Prophet as he flipped a page. It was obvious he wasn't reading; Harry had just watched him stare at the same spot for the past five minutes.
"Guess not," Harry said, letting his head fall back against the armchair. "That's too bad, because it was a hell of a shag last night, and I really wouldn't mind another go." He looked hopefully at his boyfriend, but Draco only pressed his lips together.
"Oh, come on," Harry said. "Tell me you don't like it when I have my sh—Ow!"
Harry ducked as the pages of The Prophet whacked him over the head. "It isn't my fault you lose your inhibitions after you've had a few drinks."
Twelve hours earlier
"Mmm," Draco said as he arched up to rub himself against Harry's erection. "What's that? Did you stuff a shillelagh down your trousers?"
Harry chuckled, aware of how horrified Draco would be if he remembered saying that in the morning.
"I did. I wanted to have it on hand so I could fuck you with it as soon as we got home."
The side of Draco's mouth curled upward. "So what are you waiting for?"
Harry felt a hand reaching in between their bodies and lifted his hips, giving it more space as it fumbled with the button of his jeans.
Thirteen hours earlier
Harry couldn't erase the smile from his face as he watched Draco dancing a solo jig on top of the picnic table. The silly dance had a strangely arousing effect on him, and he couldn't keep his eyes from darting to Draco's crotch now and again.
"Careful, there," he said, noticing Draco lose his balance for the third time.
"What?" Draco asked, breathless. "If I fall, it'll be right into your lap."
Harry laughed. "You could be impaled, you know."
The flush across Draco's cheeks deepened, and Harry decided that now was as good a time as ever to leave the party and put his boyfriend to bed. If he waited too long, Draco would likely pass out and would no longer need Harry's assistance.
"You have a shamrock in your hair, by the way," Harry said. It wasn't true, but his words produced the desired result. Draco stopped dancing and brought a hand to his head in search of the shamrock, but the sudden stillness apparently made him dizzy, and he swayed unsteadily on his feet. When he started to fall, Harry's arms were already extended.
Fourteen hours earlier
"Harry, no! I refuse to dance an Irish jig!" Draco crossed his arms over his chest and stuck out his chin.
"But I did it," Harry said.
Draco snorted and looked off to the side, where Seamus and Fergus, along with a handful of others, were still dancing.
"And you looked like an utter fool." He nodded toward the group to emphasize his point.
"Fine, whatever," Harry said. "More Firewhisky?"
Present
"You know, there's nothing wrong with having some good Irish fun," Harry said, undeterred by the fact that Draco was absorbed in his crossword puzzle and pretending Harry didn't exist. "I know you've schooled yourself into believing that sort of thing is beneath you, but you really were enjoying yourself yesterday.
Draco looked up, locking eyes with Harry.
"Guinness?" Harry asked as he broke open a sixteen ounce can.
"Just a little bit."
The End
Author:
dripping_cherryPairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13/R
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling and associated publishers. This was written for fun, not profit. No copyright infringement is intended.
Wordcount: 570
Challenge:
hd_500Recipient:
enchanted_jaeKeywords: shillelagh, drunk, shamrock
Dialogue: "I refuse to dance an Irish jig!"
Summary: Who knew that an Irish jig could be arousing?
"You're still not talking to me?"
Draco kept his eyes glued to The Daily Prophet as he flipped a page. It was obvious he wasn't reading; Harry had just watched him stare at the same spot for the past five minutes.
"Guess not," Harry said, letting his head fall back against the armchair. "That's too bad, because it was a hell of a shag last night, and I really wouldn't mind another go." He looked hopefully at his boyfriend, but Draco only pressed his lips together.
"Oh, come on," Harry said. "Tell me you don't like it when I have my sh—Ow!"
Harry ducked as the pages of The Prophet whacked him over the head. "It isn't my fault you lose your inhibitions after you've had a few drinks."
"Mmm," Draco said as he arched up to rub himself against Harry's erection. "What's that? Did you stuff a shillelagh down your trousers?"
Harry chuckled, aware of how horrified Draco would be if he remembered saying that in the morning.
"I did. I wanted to have it on hand so I could fuck you with it as soon as we got home."
The side of Draco's mouth curled upward. "So what are you waiting for?"
Harry felt a hand reaching in between their bodies and lifted his hips, giving it more space as it fumbled with the button of his jeans.
Harry couldn't erase the smile from his face as he watched Draco dancing a solo jig on top of the picnic table. The silly dance had a strangely arousing effect on him, and he couldn't keep his eyes from darting to Draco's crotch now and again.
"Careful, there," he said, noticing Draco lose his balance for the third time.
"What?" Draco asked, breathless. "If I fall, it'll be right into your lap."
Harry laughed. "You could be impaled, you know."
The flush across Draco's cheeks deepened, and Harry decided that now was as good a time as ever to leave the party and put his boyfriend to bed. If he waited too long, Draco would likely pass out and would no longer need Harry's assistance.
"You have a shamrock in your hair, by the way," Harry said. It wasn't true, but his words produced the desired result. Draco stopped dancing and brought a hand to his head in search of the shamrock, but the sudden stillness apparently made him dizzy, and he swayed unsteadily on his feet. When he started to fall, Harry's arms were already extended.
"Harry, no! I refuse to dance an Irish jig!" Draco crossed his arms over his chest and stuck out his chin.
"But I did it," Harry said.
Draco snorted and looked off to the side, where Seamus and Fergus, along with a handful of others, were still dancing.
"And you looked like an utter fool." He nodded toward the group to emphasize his point.
"Fine, whatever," Harry said. "More Firewhisky?"
"You know, there's nothing wrong with having some good Irish fun," Harry said, undeterred by the fact that Draco was absorbed in his crossword puzzle and pretending Harry didn't exist. "I know you've schooled yourself into believing that sort of thing is beneath you, but you really were enjoying yourself yesterday.
Draco looked up, locking eyes with Harry.
"Guinness?" Harry asked as he broke open a sixteen ounce can.
"Just a little bit."
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Date: 2009-03-28 01:06 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-03-28 04:47 am (UTC)"Harry, no! I refuse to dance an Irish jig!"
Famous last words! I think this was a really cute ficlet.
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Date: 2009-03-28 06:52 am (UTC)~Mab
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Date: 2009-03-28 07:38 pm (UTC)would love to see Draco dancing O_O.. :D
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Date: 2009-03-29 02:56 pm (UTC)