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Summary: Draco teases Harry. <- Awesome summary huh?
Warnings: Kinks: Kilts and Bondage
Disclaimer: Don’t own the boys. If I did, they would definitely NOT be enemies!
Word Count: 757
A/N: A birthday fic forwitch_babe who wanted kilts and handcuffs. This is my first time writing something of this nature, so be warned. Hope you like it babe! Only for you!
Harry and Draco were standing near the refreshment table watching Seamus Finnegan and Lavender Brown-Finnegan cut their wedding cake. It was an odd pair to see, but one that seemed to fit.
Harry reached down to scratch his knee complaining to Draco,
“Draco, this skirt itches! Why did I have to wear it?”
Draco looked at him and said haughtily, “That is not a skirt Harry, you uncultured lout, it is a kilt, traditionally worn by the Irish. And since YOUR friend Finnegan, whose wedding we have come to, is Irish, it seemed to fit. Plus, most of the men here are wearing one. Stop complaining and be a man.” And with that he looked away at the beaming couple once more.
Harry muttered to himself, “I sure don’t feel like a man.”
Draco said nothing and just frowned at him.
Harry turned around to pick up his drink and Draco also turned around to pick up his plate of fruit. As he was about to put a grape in his mouth, it fell in front of him. Harry was going to pick it up for Draco when Draco bent down first. What he saw made his mouth drop open.
Under the skirt, fine kilt, Draco wasn’t wearing any pants.
Draco stood back up and put the grape far from his other fruit on his plate and glanced over to see Harry staring at him, expression agape.
“What?” Draco asked innocently.
Harry blushed and looked away muttering, “Nothing.”
Draco held his fork with a strawberry near his mouth when that too fell on the grass. He bent down again, giving Harry another look at his delectable arse. He stood upright again and shrugged his shoulders, saying “I’m such a klutz today” before walking towards the trash can.
Actually it wasn’t walking, it was more like Draco was sashaying and shaking his hips in a very sexy way. He sashayed back towards Harry just barely hearing Harry’s comment under his breath about it not being the right time for a hard on.
The couples of the day had finally sat down and were beginning to eat, so Harry and Draco also sat down at their designated table along with Ron and Luna, another unlikely couple, and Hermione, Terry, Ginny, and Neville.
Everyone was talking happily and eating heartily when Draco dropped his napkin to the ground, between his and Harry’s chairs.
Draco bent down and rubbed his cheek against Harry’s thigh as he extended his arm to reach the napkin. He blew hot breath on the strip of skin showing as his shirt rode up and kilt rode low. Harry glanced down at him just as Draco looked up and Draco kissed that strip of skin openmouthed, smiling at Harry’s sharp intake of breath, before he sat straight. Harry dropped his fork onto his plate and pulled at Draco’s arm making him drop his silverware too.
Harry got up and pulled Draco up, making his excuses about having errands to run and things to do. He said goodbye and all but dragged Draco to the Apparation point before Apparating them to their flat, into their bedroom. As soon as they got there, Harry slammed Draco against the nearest flat surface, which happened to be their bedroom door and kissed him ferociously, growling about teasing him, especially in public.
When oxygen became necessary Harry pulled back looking into Draco’s lust filled eyes that surely mirrored his own before letting go of Draco,
“Strip. No words. Just strip. Lay on the bed and I’ll be there in a second.”
Draco hastened to comply and stripped off all of his clothes in record time before lying on the bed, legs spread. He pushed himself up a little to look at Harry, resting his weight on his elbows, and saw Harry rummaging in their “goodies drawer.”
Harry let out a small triumphant sound and turned back around. Draco saw that Harry was holding onto a pair of metal handcuffs, with silk on the inside of the cuffs, so as not to chafe*. He strode towards where Draco was laying and said,
“This is punishment for today. For those sneaky tricks you pulled. Grab the headboard.”
Draco did, as quickly as possible. He loved it when Harry got all forceful on him.
Harry took off his clothes too before climbing onto the bed and straddling Draco. He pressed a kiss to Draco’s lips before reaching above him to lock the handcuffs into place, completely missing the wicked smirk that passed across Draco’s face.
*-I don’t know if these exist as I have no experience in handcuffs, but they are ingenious for bedroom activities right?
Author:
hd_obsessionSummary: Draco teases Harry. <- Awesome summary huh?
Warnings: Kinks: Kilts and Bondage
Disclaimer: Don’t own the boys. If I did, they would definitely NOT be enemies!
Word Count: 757
A/N: A birthday fic for
witch_babe who wanted kilts and handcuffs. This is my first time writing something of this nature, so be warned. Hope you like it babe! Only for you!Harry and Draco were standing near the refreshment table watching Seamus Finnegan and Lavender Brown-Finnegan cut their wedding cake. It was an odd pair to see, but one that seemed to fit.
Harry reached down to scratch his knee complaining to Draco,
“Draco, this skirt itches! Why did I have to wear it?”
Draco looked at him and said haughtily, “That is not a skirt Harry, you uncultured lout, it is a kilt, traditionally worn by the Irish. And since YOUR friend Finnegan, whose wedding we have come to, is Irish, it seemed to fit. Plus, most of the men here are wearing one. Stop complaining and be a man.” And with that he looked away at the beaming couple once more.
Harry muttered to himself, “I sure don’t feel like a man.”
Draco said nothing and just frowned at him.
Harry turned around to pick up his drink and Draco also turned around to pick up his plate of fruit. As he was about to put a grape in his mouth, it fell in front of him. Harry was going to pick it up for Draco when Draco bent down first. What he saw made his mouth drop open.
Under the skirt, fine kilt, Draco wasn’t wearing any pants.
Draco stood back up and put the grape far from his other fruit on his plate and glanced over to see Harry staring at him, expression agape.
“What?” Draco asked innocently.
Harry blushed and looked away muttering, “Nothing.”
Draco held his fork with a strawberry near his mouth when that too fell on the grass. He bent down again, giving Harry another look at his delectable arse. He stood upright again and shrugged his shoulders, saying “I’m such a klutz today” before walking towards the trash can.
Actually it wasn’t walking, it was more like Draco was sashaying and shaking his hips in a very sexy way. He sashayed back towards Harry just barely hearing Harry’s comment under his breath about it not being the right time for a hard on.
The couples of the day had finally sat down and were beginning to eat, so Harry and Draco also sat down at their designated table along with Ron and Luna, another unlikely couple, and Hermione, Terry, Ginny, and Neville.
Everyone was talking happily and eating heartily when Draco dropped his napkin to the ground, between his and Harry’s chairs.
Draco bent down and rubbed his cheek against Harry’s thigh as he extended his arm to reach the napkin. He blew hot breath on the strip of skin showing as his shirt rode up and kilt rode low. Harry glanced down at him just as Draco looked up and Draco kissed that strip of skin openmouthed, smiling at Harry’s sharp intake of breath, before he sat straight. Harry dropped his fork onto his plate and pulled at Draco’s arm making him drop his silverware too.
Harry got up and pulled Draco up, making his excuses about having errands to run and things to do. He said goodbye and all but dragged Draco to the Apparation point before Apparating them to their flat, into their bedroom. As soon as they got there, Harry slammed Draco against the nearest flat surface, which happened to be their bedroom door and kissed him ferociously, growling about teasing him, especially in public.
When oxygen became necessary Harry pulled back looking into Draco’s lust filled eyes that surely mirrored his own before letting go of Draco,
“Strip. No words. Just strip. Lay on the bed and I’ll be there in a second.”
Draco hastened to comply and stripped off all of his clothes in record time before lying on the bed, legs spread. He pushed himself up a little to look at Harry, resting his weight on his elbows, and saw Harry rummaging in their “goodies drawer.”
Harry let out a small triumphant sound and turned back around. Draco saw that Harry was holding onto a pair of metal handcuffs, with silk on the inside of the cuffs, so as not to chafe*. He strode towards where Draco was laying and said,
“This is punishment for today. For those sneaky tricks you pulled. Grab the headboard.”
Draco did, as quickly as possible. He loved it when Harry got all forceful on him.
Harry took off his clothes too before climbing onto the bed and straddling Draco. He pressed a kiss to Draco’s lips before reaching above him to lock the handcuffs into place, completely missing the wicked smirk that passed across Draco’s face.
*-I don’t know if these exist as I have no experience in handcuffs, but they are ingenious for bedroom activities right?
