Fic: Drunken Mercy
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mini_festTitle: Drunken Mercy
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enchanted_jae
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Characters: Draco, Harry
Word count: 990
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, implied sex
Prompts: Prompt #60 from List #2 - "What the hell was in that eggnog?"
A/N: I don't enjoy eggnog, but I did enjoy the prompt!
Draco knew he had a hangover before he even opened his eyes. His skull felt like it was trying to split apart from the inside, and his mouth tasted terrible. In addition, Draco's arse was sore, which could only mean one thing. Oh Merlin, whom did I let bugger me last night? he wondered, cursing the fact that alcohol not only lowered his inhibitions but also turned him into a randy slut. However, Draco hadn't had anything to drink at the holiday party except...
"What the hell was in that eggnog?" he groaned aloud.
"Something Fred and George Weasley contributed, no doubt," came the dry response.
Draco's head achieved new levels of throbbing agony. Afraid to see whom he'd brought home with him, Draco closed his eyes and tried to swallow down a rising bout of nausea. He hadn't wanted to go to that blasted Ministry Christmas party, but Pansy and Blaise had insisted. Finally, reluctantly, Draco shifted and turned his head. Another moment passed before he worked up the nerve to open his eyes. "Potter," he rasped in a horrified whisper as he focused on the green eyes twinkling at him in an infuriating manner. "Where are your glasses? For that matter, where are your eyebrows?"
"Your eyebrows are missing, too, Malfoy," Potter responded with a wry twist of his lips.
Draco's hand flew to his face where a quick exploration with his fingertips revealed the veracity of Potter's statement. "What in the name of Merlin's twisted knickers happened to our eyebrows?!" Draco demanded, wincing as more pain lanced through his head.
"Considering how inebriated you were last night when you insisted on Apparating us here, I am grateful that I am only missing my eyebrows," Potter replied. "You could have splinched us in half!"
This time Draco's nausea was too much. He rolled out of bed and dashed for the loo.
*****
Fortunately, Draco kept hangover potion in his en suite bathroom, and he felt much better after taking it. Unfortunately, a closer look in the mirror proved that he was, indeed, sans eyebrows. Muttering beneath his breath, Draco resolved to research a counterspell after breakfast. When he returned to his bedroom, Draco realized he still had company in his bed. "Potter! Why haven't you left yet?!"
Potter's forehead wrinkled, indicating his brows would have risen if he'd had any. "I find myself unable to leave you," he replied in a flat tone.
Draco flushed and scowled, and Potter held up his right hand and shook it, revealing that he had been handcuffed to the bed frame. "Potter, you perverted deviant!" cried Draco.
"You are the one who cuffed me to the bed, Malfoy."
"Then why does my arse hurt?" Draco quarreled.
Potter smirked at him. "I have a big cock."
"Exactly!" crowed Draco. "I mean...that is, if I handcuffed you to the bed then why am I the one who got reamed last night?"
"Would you like me to tell you what happened?"
Slowly, Draco nodded.
Potter shifted to get more comfortable and began. "You were the life of the party, Malfoy," he grinned. "You were dancing and singing carols and having a great time. However, when you began to proposition everyone with a cock, I reckoned you'd had too much to drink, and I offered to take you home. Before I could ask for your Apparation coordinates, you grabbed my arm and side-alonged us into your bedroom. As I said, it's a bloody wonder all we lost were our eyebrows," he added with a grimace.
"Yes, yes, get on with it," Draco snapped.
"I turned to ask if you needed anything before I left, but I found it difficult to speak with your tongue in my mouth."
Draco cringed. Yes, he'd been known to behave that way when in his cups.
"You pushed me onto the bed and divested me of my clothing with a single spell," Potter continued. "What was that spell, by the way?" he asked. "That would be useful to know."
"Stop stalling," insisted Draco.
Potter's non-existent brows drew down. "You pushed me on the bed and undressed me," he repeated, "and then you had the nerve to handcuff me to the headboard."
Draco had pulled on a pair of pyjama bottoms before he exited the bathroom, and he was now regretting he wasn't wearing a pair of sturdy denims. The pyjamas weren't doing much to disguise his growing erection. "And then?" he prodded, hoping to keep Potter distracted.
"And then you said, 'You can't escape me now, Potter. I will have my wicked way with you, you manly hunk of manflesh, you.'"
Draco's mouth gaped open. "I did not!" he denied, horrified at the prospect that he had said such a thing.
"Well, maybe not in those exact words, but that was close," Potter conceded. "In any case, I was naked and at your drunken mercy."
"Did I shag you?" Draco asked, hoping Potter's arse was as sore as his own was.
"In a manner of speaking, yes," said Potter. "You lubed up, hopped on my cock and rode me like a rented thestral."
Draco's face got hotter, and his prick got harder. "Did-did you enjoy it?" he felt obligated to ask.
"Mm, yes," Potter murmured. "In fact, I'm ready for a repeat performance." As he spoke, he reached down and gave his cock a few lazy strokes.
Draco considered it momentarily. It might be a good idea to shag Potter again, simply so he could remember it this time. Reckoning he'd already embarrassed himself, Draco dropped his pyjamas and climbed onto the bed, moving to straddle Potter once more.
"I do have one request," Potter said, trying to leer without benefit of eyebrows to waggle. "I want you to scream my name like you did last night."
Author:
enchanted_jaeDisclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Characters: Draco, Harry
Word count: 990
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, implied sex
Prompts: Prompt #60 from List #2 - "What the hell was in that eggnog?"
A/N: I don't enjoy eggnog, but I did enjoy the prompt!
Draco knew he had a hangover before he even opened his eyes. His skull felt like it was trying to split apart from the inside, and his mouth tasted terrible. In addition, Draco's arse was sore, which could only mean one thing. Oh Merlin, whom did I let bugger me last night? he wondered, cursing the fact that alcohol not only lowered his inhibitions but also turned him into a randy slut. However, Draco hadn't had anything to drink at the holiday party except...
"What the hell was in that eggnog?" he groaned aloud.
"Something Fred and George Weasley contributed, no doubt," came the dry response.
Draco's head achieved new levels of throbbing agony. Afraid to see whom he'd brought home with him, Draco closed his eyes and tried to swallow down a rising bout of nausea. He hadn't wanted to go to that blasted Ministry Christmas party, but Pansy and Blaise had insisted. Finally, reluctantly, Draco shifted and turned his head. Another moment passed before he worked up the nerve to open his eyes. "Potter," he rasped in a horrified whisper as he focused on the green eyes twinkling at him in an infuriating manner. "Where are your glasses? For that matter, where are your eyebrows?"
"Your eyebrows are missing, too, Malfoy," Potter responded with a wry twist of his lips.
Draco's hand flew to his face where a quick exploration with his fingertips revealed the veracity of Potter's statement. "What in the name of Merlin's twisted knickers happened to our eyebrows?!" Draco demanded, wincing as more pain lanced through his head.
"Considering how inebriated you were last night when you insisted on Apparating us here, I am grateful that I am only missing my eyebrows," Potter replied. "You could have splinched us in half!"
This time Draco's nausea was too much. He rolled out of bed and dashed for the loo.
Fortunately, Draco kept hangover potion in his en suite bathroom, and he felt much better after taking it. Unfortunately, a closer look in the mirror proved that he was, indeed, sans eyebrows. Muttering beneath his breath, Draco resolved to research a counterspell after breakfast. When he returned to his bedroom, Draco realized he still had company in his bed. "Potter! Why haven't you left yet?!"
Potter's forehead wrinkled, indicating his brows would have risen if he'd had any. "I find myself unable to leave you," he replied in a flat tone.
Draco flushed and scowled, and Potter held up his right hand and shook it, revealing that he had been handcuffed to the bed frame. "Potter, you perverted deviant!" cried Draco.
"You are the one who cuffed me to the bed, Malfoy."
"Then why does my arse hurt?" Draco quarreled.
Potter smirked at him. "I have a big cock."
"Exactly!" crowed Draco. "I mean...that is, if I handcuffed you to the bed then why am I the one who got reamed last night?"
"Would you like me to tell you what happened?"
Slowly, Draco nodded.
Potter shifted to get more comfortable and began. "You were the life of the party, Malfoy," he grinned. "You were dancing and singing carols and having a great time. However, when you began to proposition everyone with a cock, I reckoned you'd had too much to drink, and I offered to take you home. Before I could ask for your Apparation coordinates, you grabbed my arm and side-alonged us into your bedroom. As I said, it's a bloody wonder all we lost were our eyebrows," he added with a grimace.
"Yes, yes, get on with it," Draco snapped.
"I turned to ask if you needed anything before I left, but I found it difficult to speak with your tongue in my mouth."
Draco cringed. Yes, he'd been known to behave that way when in his cups.
"You pushed me onto the bed and divested me of my clothing with a single spell," Potter continued. "What was that spell, by the way?" he asked. "That would be useful to know."
"Stop stalling," insisted Draco.
Potter's non-existent brows drew down. "You pushed me on the bed and undressed me," he repeated, "and then you had the nerve to handcuff me to the headboard."
Draco had pulled on a pair of pyjama bottoms before he exited the bathroom, and he was now regretting he wasn't wearing a pair of sturdy denims. The pyjamas weren't doing much to disguise his growing erection. "And then?" he prodded, hoping to keep Potter distracted.
"And then you said, 'You can't escape me now, Potter. I will have my wicked way with you, you manly hunk of manflesh, you.'"
Draco's mouth gaped open. "I did not!" he denied, horrified at the prospect that he had said such a thing.
"Well, maybe not in those exact words, but that was close," Potter conceded. "In any case, I was naked and at your drunken mercy."
"Did I shag you?" Draco asked, hoping Potter's arse was as sore as his own was.
"In a manner of speaking, yes," said Potter. "You lubed up, hopped on my cock and rode me like a rented thestral."
Draco's face got hotter, and his prick got harder. "Did-did you enjoy it?" he felt obligated to ask.
"Mm, yes," Potter murmured. "In fact, I'm ready for a repeat performance." As he spoke, he reached down and gave his cock a few lazy strokes.
Draco considered it momentarily. It might be a good idea to shag Potter again, simply so he could remember it this time. Reckoning he'd already embarrassed himself, Draco dropped his pyjamas and climbed onto the bed, moving to straddle Potter once more.
"I do have one request," Potter said, trying to leer without benefit of eyebrows to waggle. "I want you to scream my name like you did last night."
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Date: 2009-12-15 08:06 am (UTC)The loss of their eyebrows was hilarious! Good job ^_^
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Date: 2009-12-15 11:27 am (UTC)Potter smirked at him. "I have a big cock."
"Exactly!" crowed Draco. is the best dialog eva! *dies laughing*
This is all very funny but that ^^^ is my favourite part.
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Date: 2010-01-03 04:43 am (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting!
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