H/D LDWS: Week 3 Drabbles and voting post

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Week Three Drabbles

The prompt this week was:

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STEP THREE: “You’re great in bed, but you’re still an arse.”
... where they convince themselves that sex is enough, and the heart's involvement isn’t necessary.
Required word count: 100 to 200 words

Drabbles Week 3: You're great in bed but you're still an arse.

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1.
Title: Requirements Fulfilled
Author: megyal
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None in particular.
Word Count: 199


Pansy's dark eyes narrowed and Draco withstood her scrutiny, twitching his wand so that the teapot between them poured out dark, fragrant liquid.

"Potter?" She accepted the delicate white cup which floated in her direction. "Really."

Draco shrugged. Flashes of last night and the night before popped into his memory, unbidden: Potter arching beneath him, flat stomach gleaming with sweat and, after a few moments, their mingled come; the dark sweep of his lashes and his hot, quick breath against Draco's cheek.

"How is he," Pansy asked in her flat manner, but her expression was almost hungry with curiosity. Draco's smile felt coy on his face and she laughed, leaning back in her chair and taking a sip. "That good, then."

"Positively brilliant," Draco confirmed and then tilted his head in consideration. "Until he opens his self-righteous mouth."

Pansy grinned. "Well, at least you've finally got each other."

Draco frowned, settling his teacup in its saucer with a clatter. "Nonsense, darling. We're both quite aware that all that is required is a prick and a willing wet hole. Or hand, for that matter. Nothing else."

"Rather crass today, are we?" Pansy murmured, but Draco said, very sharply, "Nothing else."

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2.
Title: Hearts Not Required
Author: oldenuf2nb
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language
Word Count: 199


“He’s such an arse!” Hermione fumed, plopping into the chair at Harry’s side.

“That he is,” Harry agreed. He glanced across the room to where Malfoy was leaning on the bar. He sent Harry a wry smirk and saluted him with his glass. “What did he do now?”

“He asked me when I planned to add another Weasley to the population, as it seemed our mission to begin our own small, ginger country.”

Harry chuckled. “Well, you have to admit, Hermione, there are a lot of Weasleys. What is this? Molly and Arthur’s sixteenth grandchild?”

“Fifteenth,” she corrected. “And that’s not the point. It was rude. And I don’t understand why you’re with him.”

“I’m not with him,” Harry countered. “I’m fucking him. There’s a difference.”

“Harry!” she scolded. “That was crude. And you don’t bring someone you aren’t with as your date to a christening.” She pinned him with a look.

“He’s a spectacular shag, Hermione,” he said. “That’s all.”

She sighed. “You’re going to get your heart broken.”

He kissed her cheek and stood. “’Heart can’t be broken if it’s not involved, love.” Turning, he walked toward Draco and away from the patented disbelief in her eyes.

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3.
Title: Pale Morning
Author: vaysh11
Rating: PG-13 for language
Warnings: none
Word Count: 200


The pale morning light woke Harry when Draco was already getting dressed. He looked older in those tall black boots. Dangerous. Only his hair, luminous against the gloom, reminded Harry of the boy who'd kissed him so desperately last night.

"Why do you have to leave?"

Draco turned, the light glinting off the mask he was hiding. "Why do you think?"

"We've been sleeping together for weeks."

"So?"

"You hate Volde–"

"Don't say his name! You have no idea how powerful the Dark Lord is."

"Don't you tell me you still believe in all that pure-blood shit."

Draco stepped closer, he grabbed Harry's chin, eyes ablaze. "Do you think I'd be fucking you if your father's blood wasn't from pure stock? Potter?"

He'd been so needy last night, touching Harry everywhere. Coming so hard with just their cocks rubbing against each other. Yes, Harry thought. "Yes. You'd be bloody fucking me even if I was a Muggle who'd never heard of magic."

Something sharp like pain flashed across Draco's face but he quickly pulled the hood up, hiding his hair.

There were no words of good-bye. Only, "He'll be sending Snatchers to Godric's Hollow day after tomorrow. Don't be around."

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4.
Title: Scratching an Itch
Author: khasael
Rating: PG-13 (I think)
Warnings: implied sex
Word Count: 200


“Nice to know you still have passion for something in your life, Potter,” Malfoy smirked as Harry collapsed beside him, breathing hard.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Leave it to Malfoy to ruin the one good part of his day with his smart mouth.

“You know exactly what it means. You despise your job. You avoid your friends so they don’t see how miserable you are. But some part of you needs this.”

Sod it all, Malfoy was right. Harry refused to give him the satisfaction of admitting it. “You may be great in bed, Malfoy, but you’re still an arse.”

“Perhaps. But let’s not kid ourselves, Potter. We both know the arrangement. This is sex and nothing more. We aren’t dating. We don’t love each other. We barely tolerate each other. This is just scratching an itch, so to speak.”

“I know that.” Harry sat up and gathered his things. He left without another word, without even a glance at the man he had been so intimate with just minutes ago. This was how it always went. It was better to leave quickly, before he said or did something he couldn’t take back. This was just sex. Nothing more.

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5.
Title: Silence Is Golden
Author: dysonrules
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut
Word Count: 200


Harry arched his back and felt the tendons in his neck pull tight as his toes curled. He came violently, quivering as if his body would shudder apart, every nerve ending tingling, his mind full of nothing but a blissful fog. It was always incredible with Malfoy. Always amazing, as though the anger and tension that fueled their working relationship found an explosive outlet that made sex something different, something far more intense than normal.

Harry collapsed, panting, body going limp and even his fingers going slack, no longer gripping Malfoy’s hips, but simply resting there, gently touching. He shut his eyes and drew in welcome breaths of Malfoy-scented air, drinking in the silence and the delicious rightness of the afterglow. Clinging to the quiet.

Already he could feel the dread approaching, scything through the peace like a lurking reaper. Soon Malfoy would speak and ruin it.

The body beneath his shifted, drawing away as though Malfoy’s returning lucidity sucked his flesh back into a cold, invisible shell. Harry kept his eyes closed and then reached up to place his fingers on Malfoy’s lips.

“Shut up,” he whispered, needing to hold on for just a bit longer. “Just shut up.”

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6.
Title: Doomed
Author: mizbean
Rating: R
Warnings: mention of bondage
Word Count: 200


They dress in silence. Harry pulls on his trousers and robes, buttoning them quickly, and makes one last ditch effort to smooth down his unruly hair before flying down the stairs. Draco takes longer but only just. Buckles are buckled, fasteners snapped. He pauses to adjust his collar and then he too is out the door. It slams behind him.

There are no endearments, no promises. Neither say goodbye.

Harry Floos to the Ministry and takes one look at his paperwork-strewn office and finally exhales. Seeking solace in his work, he sits down at his desk and picks up a quill. The memory of Draco, kneeling on his floor, bound and begging, accosts him immediately. His quill breaks. He remembers kissing Draco goodnight.

Draco returns to the Manor. He eats breakfast with his mother, buttering his toast while she chatters about marriage and duty. He sees the bruises on his wrists and his thoughts wander. He fell asleep in Harry's arms.

He excuses himself.

He runs a hot bath, then a cold shower, and finally, uncorks a bottle of Firewhisky and toasts to his doom…

For he knows, as surely as Harry does too, where he will be sleeping tonight.

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7.
Title: Necessary Roughness
Author: leo_draconis
Rating: R
Warnings: oral
Word Count: 200

"Yes… suck me, Potter!" Draco arched up and groaned.

Harry worked enthusiastically, hands curled around slim hips as he slid his tongue over his mouthful. He hummed in surprise when fingers wound themselves in his hair and pulled hard, yanking his head down against Draco's groin and effectively providing him with a throatful of spasming cock.

Choking and gasping, Harry pulled away and swallowed the last of Draco's orgasm. "Fucking hell, Malfoy!" he rasped angrily. "Was that really necessary?"

Draco reclined against the headboard and smirked. "Seemed to be, yes."

"You may be good in bed, but you're still an arse, you know," Harry grumbled.

"I'm more than just good, as you're well aware, Potter." Draco grinned smugly. "Besides, you adore my arse. And my cock. And everything else about me."

"You wish. You know, I have half a mind –"

"There you go, exaggerating again." Draco interrupted. "Really, Potter, do you ever stop talking about yourself?"

"I hate you." Harry scowled and grabbed his trousers. "I'm leaving."

"Pity." Draco executed a feline-like stretch and got to his knees, pushing his arse out toward Harry. "I was rather hoping you'd fuck me."

The trousers hit the floor. "Perhaps I'll stay."

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lokifan has chosen to exercise her skip this week. Therefore we are posting only seven drabbles.


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