Update: Shaken and Stirred 3/9
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dripping_cherryTitle: Shaken and Stirred 3/9
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drippingcherry
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: ~1,200 (this chapter)
Beta/britpick: Thank you,groolover!
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: This is the story of how Harry and Draco fell in love—in nine drinks.
A/N: Written for my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
schmoop_bingo card.
The eighth-year Gryffindor boys didn’t have a dormitory to all to themselves, as they’d done in their previous years at Hogwarts. Only about half the students had returned to repeat their seventh year, and the Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall, had wanted to keep the number of students sharing dormitories the same as it had always been, so she had assigned two Houses to each dormitory. It was just Harry’s luck that while Hufflepuffs got to share their quarters with Ravenclaws, Gryffindors had to room with Slytherins.
He hadn’t minded the arrangement until now. Once the initial shock of the news had worn off, Draco and Blaise’s constant presence had ceased to bother him. The Slytherin boys had kept mostly to themselves, at first, but when they were required to interact with the Gryffindors they managed to be polite, if a little brusque. A few weeks into the school year, they’d begun to share some of their booze with the Gryffindors, and Harry had even managed to strike up a few conversations with Draco about Potions and Quidditch.
Yet as Harry lay awake in his bed Sunday night, following the spectacle in the toilets earlier that day, he wished Draco were far on the other side of the castle. He could hear the other boy’s restless tossing and turning, the rustling of sheets as he adjusted his pillow, the occasional sigh that left his lips when another half hour had passed, and he was still awake. Harry knew how that felt—it was past two in the morning, and he hadn’t managed to get a minute of sleep.
He turned the silver ring on his thumb, remembering how it had felt to have his fingers wrapped around Draco’s cock, to have his come sliding down his fingers. Something stirred low in his belly. He wanted to touch Draco again, and to be touched by him. Wanted it desperately enough to consider forgiving Draco and agreeing to be his pretend boyfriend.
As Harry drifted off to sleep, he wondered how thick the line between a pretend boyfriend and a real boyfriend was, and what the chances of crossing it were.
*****
"I still can't believe Malfoy said the two of you were dating," Ron said on the way to breakfast the next morning. Harry had given in and told him the whole story after he had overheard Daphe and Pansy’s conversation in the common room the night before. The last thing Harry needed was for Ron to be angry with him for keeping secrets.
Ron stopped just inside the entrance to the Great Hall and turned to Harry. "And I can't believe you—" He made an obscene gesture with his hand.
Harry patted Ron’s shoulder. "I'll see you in class, okay?"
"Where are you—?" Ron's voice trailed off as Harry wound his way through the crowds.
Harry walked slower as he approached his destination, the confidence in his step faltering. When he stopped at the Slytherin table, Draco looked up from his breakfast. Draco’s eyes grew wide and his muscles stiffened visibly.
“Why didn’t you wait for me, sweetheart?” Despite his nervousness, Harry had to fight to keep a straight face.
Draco’s eyes flashed at the endearment. “I thought you were mad at me, kitten.”
Harry slid into the space next Draco just as Blaise arrived at the table. “Oh, sorry, Blaise. Did you want to sit here?”
Blaise raised his hands in front of him, and he made a face as if the last thing he wanted to do was intrude on whatever oddity was occurring in front of him. “No, it’s okay. I’ll just sit over there.”
Blaise moved a little further down the table, next to Millicent Bulstrode and Tracy Davis. Pansy and Daphne, who had been sitting across from Draco, got up and followed.
“What are you doing?” Draco asked once they were gone.
Harry shrugged. “You wanted to pretend we were dating. Don’t boyfriends sit together?”
A smile tugged on the corners of Draco’s lips, but was subdued. “Yes, I suppose they do.”
*****
The week passed by much too quickly, and when Harry found himself sitting next to Draco at the Three Broomsticks on Saturday, he wished it was still Monday. They hadn’t talked about breaking up after their return from Hogsmeade, but he remembered Draco suggesting that very thing.
Harry’s throat tightened. He wasn’t ready to give up his role as Draco’s boyfriend; they hadn’t even snogged yet. Oh, he had tried on numerous occasions to pull Draco in for a kiss in between lessons, but the other boy had turned his face away, pushed at his chest, and explained that they weren’t the kind of couple that enjoyed public displays of affection.
So this is it, then, Harry thought. They were going to finish their Butterbeers, maybe visit a few more shops, then return to Hogwarts before the rest of the students and pretend they’d had a fight and broken up. Draco hadn’t said so, but Harry imagined that was the plan.
Beneath the table, Harry rubbed the material of Draco’s trousers wistfully with the backs of his fingers. Draco looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, but held his breath as Harry leaned closer.
“I think we should snog and cuddle a bit,” Harry said as Draco turned away and took a sip of his Butterbeer. “I know you said we’re not that type of couple, but if we don’t, everyone will start to question whether we were for real. The girls might start chasing after you again.”
Draco looked over to where Daphne sat with her sister, who was watching their every move with a glint in her eyes. “You’re probably right.”
There was a line of foam above Draco’s upper lip. Draco reached for his napkin, but Harry stopped him, covering the other boy’s hand with his own. “Let me.”
And then, his heart thumping so loudly he couldn’t hear his own breath, Harry closed the distance between them. First, their lips brushed, a feather-light touch that ignited every nerve in Harry’s body. Then Harry darted out his tongue to lick off the foam. Draco tensed and arched towards him in such a way that Harry was sure his toes had curled in his shoes. Harry placed a hand on the small of Draco’s back and pressed harder against his lips. When Draco opened his mouth, he slid his tongue inside.
The din around them faded, talk and laughter replaced by shaky breathing and the wet sounds of tongues and mouths moving in unison. Harry wound his arm around Draco’s hip to prevent his escape until he was ready to stop. Then he pulled back and rested his forehead against the other boy’s. He knew everyone was staring at them, but his own eyes remained locked on Draco’s glistening, parted lips.
After what seemed like an eternity, the people around them resumed their conversations and began sipping at their drinks again. Harry took Draco’s hand and laced their fingers together on top of the table for anyone who looked to see.
“There,” he said, resting his head against Draco’s shoulder. “Was that so bad?”
About ten seconds later, when Harry decided he wasn’t going to get an answer, Draco said, “It was mortifying.”
Harry laughed. It had been mortifying—but it had also been one of the most thrilling moments of his life, one that wasn’t likely to ever happen again.
Tbc…
Author:
drippingcherryPairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: ~1,200 (this chapter)
Beta/britpick: Thank you,
groolover!Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: This is the story of how Harry and Draco fell in love—in nine drinks.
A/N: Written for my
schmoop_bingo card.The eighth-year Gryffindor boys didn’t have a dormitory to all to themselves, as they’d done in their previous years at Hogwarts. Only about half the students had returned to repeat their seventh year, and the Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall, had wanted to keep the number of students sharing dormitories the same as it had always been, so she had assigned two Houses to each dormitory. It was just Harry’s luck that while Hufflepuffs got to share their quarters with Ravenclaws, Gryffindors had to room with Slytherins.
He hadn’t minded the arrangement until now. Once the initial shock of the news had worn off, Draco and Blaise’s constant presence had ceased to bother him. The Slytherin boys had kept mostly to themselves, at first, but when they were required to interact with the Gryffindors they managed to be polite, if a little brusque. A few weeks into the school year, they’d begun to share some of their booze with the Gryffindors, and Harry had even managed to strike up a few conversations with Draco about Potions and Quidditch.
Yet as Harry lay awake in his bed Sunday night, following the spectacle in the toilets earlier that day, he wished Draco were far on the other side of the castle. He could hear the other boy’s restless tossing and turning, the rustling of sheets as he adjusted his pillow, the occasional sigh that left his lips when another half hour had passed, and he was still awake. Harry knew how that felt—it was past two in the morning, and he hadn’t managed to get a minute of sleep.
He turned the silver ring on his thumb, remembering how it had felt to have his fingers wrapped around Draco’s cock, to have his come sliding down his fingers. Something stirred low in his belly. He wanted to touch Draco again, and to be touched by him. Wanted it desperately enough to consider forgiving Draco and agreeing to be his pretend boyfriend.
As Harry drifted off to sleep, he wondered how thick the line between a pretend boyfriend and a real boyfriend was, and what the chances of crossing it were.
*****
"I still can't believe Malfoy said the two of you were dating," Ron said on the way to breakfast the next morning. Harry had given in and told him the whole story after he had overheard Daphe and Pansy’s conversation in the common room the night before. The last thing Harry needed was for Ron to be angry with him for keeping secrets.
Ron stopped just inside the entrance to the Great Hall and turned to Harry. "And I can't believe you—" He made an obscene gesture with his hand.
Harry patted Ron’s shoulder. "I'll see you in class, okay?"
"Where are you—?" Ron's voice trailed off as Harry wound his way through the crowds.
Harry walked slower as he approached his destination, the confidence in his step faltering. When he stopped at the Slytherin table, Draco looked up from his breakfast. Draco’s eyes grew wide and his muscles stiffened visibly.
“Why didn’t you wait for me, sweetheart?” Despite his nervousness, Harry had to fight to keep a straight face.
Draco’s eyes flashed at the endearment. “I thought you were mad at me, kitten.”
Harry slid into the space next Draco just as Blaise arrived at the table. “Oh, sorry, Blaise. Did you want to sit here?”
Blaise raised his hands in front of him, and he made a face as if the last thing he wanted to do was intrude on whatever oddity was occurring in front of him. “No, it’s okay. I’ll just sit over there.”
Blaise moved a little further down the table, next to Millicent Bulstrode and Tracy Davis. Pansy and Daphne, who had been sitting across from Draco, got up and followed.
“What are you doing?” Draco asked once they were gone.
Harry shrugged. “You wanted to pretend we were dating. Don’t boyfriends sit together?”
A smile tugged on the corners of Draco’s lips, but was subdued. “Yes, I suppose they do.”
*****
The week passed by much too quickly, and when Harry found himself sitting next to Draco at the Three Broomsticks on Saturday, he wished it was still Monday. They hadn’t talked about breaking up after their return from Hogsmeade, but he remembered Draco suggesting that very thing.
Harry’s throat tightened. He wasn’t ready to give up his role as Draco’s boyfriend; they hadn’t even snogged yet. Oh, he had tried on numerous occasions to pull Draco in for a kiss in between lessons, but the other boy had turned his face away, pushed at his chest, and explained that they weren’t the kind of couple that enjoyed public displays of affection.
So this is it, then, Harry thought. They were going to finish their Butterbeers, maybe visit a few more shops, then return to Hogwarts before the rest of the students and pretend they’d had a fight and broken up. Draco hadn’t said so, but Harry imagined that was the plan.
Beneath the table, Harry rubbed the material of Draco’s trousers wistfully with the backs of his fingers. Draco looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, but held his breath as Harry leaned closer.
“I think we should snog and cuddle a bit,” Harry said as Draco turned away and took a sip of his Butterbeer. “I know you said we’re not that type of couple, but if we don’t, everyone will start to question whether we were for real. The girls might start chasing after you again.”
Draco looked over to where Daphne sat with her sister, who was watching their every move with a glint in her eyes. “You’re probably right.”
There was a line of foam above Draco’s upper lip. Draco reached for his napkin, but Harry stopped him, covering the other boy’s hand with his own. “Let me.”
And then, his heart thumping so loudly he couldn’t hear his own breath, Harry closed the distance between them. First, their lips brushed, a feather-light touch that ignited every nerve in Harry’s body. Then Harry darted out his tongue to lick off the foam. Draco tensed and arched towards him in such a way that Harry was sure his toes had curled in his shoes. Harry placed a hand on the small of Draco’s back and pressed harder against his lips. When Draco opened his mouth, he slid his tongue inside.
The din around them faded, talk and laughter replaced by shaky breathing and the wet sounds of tongues and mouths moving in unison. Harry wound his arm around Draco’s hip to prevent his escape until he was ready to stop. Then he pulled back and rested his forehead against the other boy’s. He knew everyone was staring at them, but his own eyes remained locked on Draco’s glistening, parted lips.
After what seemed like an eternity, the people around them resumed their conversations and began sipping at their drinks again. Harry took Draco’s hand and laced their fingers together on top of the table for anyone who looked to see.
“There,” he said, resting his head against Draco’s shoulder. “Was that so bad?”
About ten seconds later, when Harry decided he wasn’t going to get an answer, Draco said, “It was mortifying.”
Harry laughed. It had been mortifying—but it had also been one of the most thrilling moments of his life, one that wasn’t likely to ever happen again.
Tbc…
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Date: 2010-07-23 04:51 am (UTC)Chug, chug, chug!
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Date: 2010-07-23 05:16 am (UTC)Hehe, glad you liked that line. Harry, however, didn't!
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Date: 2010-07-23 11:29 am (UTC)Thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying it.
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Date: 2010-07-23 11:27 am (UTC)About ten seconds later, when Harry decided he wasn’t going to get an answer, Draco said, “It was mortifying.”
That answer was so Draco. I laughed out loud when I read these lines. So my boss now knows i'm not doing any work at all teehee! Can't wait to read more =)
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Date: 2010-07-23 11:33 am (UTC)I'm happy it made you laugh :)
Thanks!
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Date: 2010-07-23 01:12 pm (UTC)I haven't commented on this fic before but today I felt was a perfect time to tell you I love it this much * stretches arms * :D
Thank you for sharing and please update soon :)
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Date: 2010-07-23 02:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-23 02:10 pm (UTC)You can't end it there! I demand an quick update!
>:P
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Date: 2010-07-24 01:23 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2010-07-24 01:28 am (UTC)Glad you thought so :)
Thanks!
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Date: 2010-07-25 05:26 pm (UTC)...with their thickheadedness! *whaps them*
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Date: 2010-07-27 02:14 am (UTC)Hopefully that helped...thanks for reading and commenting :)
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