![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enableloveSorry about deleting comments on the other post...it was edited and so i just posted a whole new entry..you could always review again!! :D
First time guys, don't judge TOOOO harshly!!! *kisses*
Title: Just yours (come up with by the lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
enchanted_jae
Author:hd_obsession
Disclaimer: Yes I am JK Rowling and waste my time writing drabbles when I should be writing the seventh book and wasting all my money. Psht, I wish.
Warnings: slash, but that’s basically it
Rating: PG
Summary: Harry sees red when he sees Draco with someone else
Concrit: Yes please
A/N: written for the AWDT prompt ”I saw the way he/she looked at you
A/N2: Please don’t get mad if it’s not all that good! (BTW, thanks to the fabulousjamie2109 for editing this..smooches hun!!!
Rage.
Anger.
Lust.
Jealousy.
These were all the things Harry Potter was feeling at the moment, the latter most prominent. His boyfriend of two years, four months, five days, seven hours, and six seconds (not that he was counting), Draco Malfoy, had dragged him to a Ministry party in honour of Harry being the Boy-Who-Lived-Yet-Again. Draco had all but yanked Harry out of his comfy tracksuit bottoms and down to the Ministry because it had been five years since Voldemort (He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named) had finally been defeated and the Ministry decided they needed to celebrate.
Harry wanted to forget, but apparently Draco hadn’t received the memo. And so he was here, watching Draco mingle - make that FLIRT - with other people. As a man in neon green robes touched Draco’s shoulder and Draco glanced at his robes with utter disgust, Harry had to smile. That was his Draco for you. Draco had picked out his robes for him so he would “blend in, yet show everyone who’s boss.”
A woman, not wearing robes but a short dress with her ample bosom hanging out, flaunted up to Draco, touched his arm, and said something. Draco laughed loudly and Harry clutched his wineglass tighter. She started to giggle at something Draco said back and Harry gripped the glass even tighter. When she leaned forward and started whispering in his ear, Harry had had enough. He put the wineglass down on the nearest table and was just about to go and have words with Draco, when Ron and Hermione appeared and blocked his path.
“How are you doing?”
“How’s work?”
“Umm, Ron, Hermione, I would love to chat, but I have to go find someone.”
“Draco?”
“He just walked out with a woman who had, shall we say, and interesting choice of clothes.”
“What?”
Without another word, Harry took off to go and find his boyfriend. He arrived outside to see Draco and the woman talking and laughing. Harry marched up to where they were sitting and in a clenched voice asked if he could speak to Draco privately.
“But, we are talking.”
“Please?”
“Heather, can you excuse us for a minute?”
After Heather left, Draco crossed his arms, looked up at Harry, and raised an eyebrow.
“Well?”
“What are you doing with her?”
“Talking, obviously.”
“And why couldn’t you have done that inside?”
“It was feeling hot and we wanted some fresh air.”
“It looked like she wanted a lot more than fresh air.”
“What?”
“I saw the way she looked at you.”
Draco just shook his head and stood up to leave. Harry pushed him back down and straddled his lap.
“Nu-uh. You are mine, understand? Nobody else can have you.”
Draco just smirked.
“Oh really? And why should I be JUST yours?”
“Because I love you, and…”
Harry didn’t get to finish as Draco silenced him with a kiss. That three-word phrase had never been said in their relationship yet, and Draco was so thrilled that he didn’t need to hear anymore. He broke the kiss and shyly said what he had been wanting to for quite some time.
“I love you too.”
Harry’s green eyes sparkled and then darkened as he leant down for another kiss. Before he could kiss him though, Draco interjected.
“By the way, Heather’s a lesbian.”
First time guys, don't judge TOOOO harshly!!! *kisses*
Title: Just yours (come up with by the lovely
enchanted_jaeAuthor:
hd_obsessionDisclaimer: Yes I am JK Rowling and waste my time writing drabbles when I should be writing the seventh book and wasting all my money. Psht, I wish.
Warnings: slash, but that’s basically it
Rating: PG
Summary: Harry sees red when he sees Draco with someone else
Concrit: Yes please
A/N: written for the AWDT prompt ”I saw the way he/she looked at you
A/N2: Please don’t get mad if it’s not all that good! (BTW, thanks to the fabulous
jamie2109 for editing this..smooches hun!!!Rage.
Anger.
Lust.
Jealousy.
These were all the things Harry Potter was feeling at the moment, the latter most prominent. His boyfriend of two years, four months, five days, seven hours, and six seconds (not that he was counting), Draco Malfoy, had dragged him to a Ministry party in honour of Harry being the Boy-Who-Lived-Yet-Again. Draco had all but yanked Harry out of his comfy tracksuit bottoms and down to the Ministry because it had been five years since Voldemort (He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named) had finally been defeated and the Ministry decided they needed to celebrate.
Harry wanted to forget, but apparently Draco hadn’t received the memo. And so he was here, watching Draco mingle - make that FLIRT - with other people. As a man in neon green robes touched Draco’s shoulder and Draco glanced at his robes with utter disgust, Harry had to smile. That was his Draco for you. Draco had picked out his robes for him so he would “blend in, yet show everyone who’s boss.”
A woman, not wearing robes but a short dress with her ample bosom hanging out, flaunted up to Draco, touched his arm, and said something. Draco laughed loudly and Harry clutched his wineglass tighter. She started to giggle at something Draco said back and Harry gripped the glass even tighter. When she leaned forward and started whispering in his ear, Harry had had enough. He put the wineglass down on the nearest table and was just about to go and have words with Draco, when Ron and Hermione appeared and blocked his path.
“How are you doing?”
“How’s work?”
“Umm, Ron, Hermione, I would love to chat, but I have to go find someone.”
“Draco?”
“He just walked out with a woman who had, shall we say, and interesting choice of clothes.”
“What?”
Without another word, Harry took off to go and find his boyfriend. He arrived outside to see Draco and the woman talking and laughing. Harry marched up to where they were sitting and in a clenched voice asked if he could speak to Draco privately.
“But, we are talking.”
“Please?”
“Heather, can you excuse us for a minute?”
After Heather left, Draco crossed his arms, looked up at Harry, and raised an eyebrow.
“Well?”
“What are you doing with her?”
“Talking, obviously.”
“And why couldn’t you have done that inside?”
“It was feeling hot and we wanted some fresh air.”
“It looked like she wanted a lot more than fresh air.”
“What?”
“I saw the way she looked at you.”
Draco just shook his head and stood up to leave. Harry pushed him back down and straddled his lap.
“Nu-uh. You are mine, understand? Nobody else can have you.”
Draco just smirked.
“Oh really? And why should I be JUST yours?”
“Because I love you, and…”
Harry didn’t get to finish as Draco silenced him with a kiss. That three-word phrase had never been said in their relationship yet, and Draco was so thrilled that he didn’t need to hear anymore. He broke the kiss and shyly said what he had been wanting to for quite some time.
“I love you too.”
Harry’s green eyes sparkled and then darkened as he leant down for another kiss. Before he could kiss him though, Draco interjected.
“By the way, Heather’s a lesbian.”
