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      Published: 2007-01-29 Completed: 2007-03-25 Chapters: 8/8 Words: 7426
****** Random Drabbles ******
by SoftlySweetly [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     A collection of random drabbles, some created from prompts off
     Syrenslure's 'The Almost Totally Random Writing Exercise Generator'
     over on LJ, others just generally random. Any serious warnings will
     be at the top of the chapter; mainly Harry/Draco smut action!
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
     reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its
     works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I
     e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but
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     please contact me using the e-mail address on HP_Fandom_collection
     profile.
***** Random Drabbles 1 *****
Disclaimer – I own nothing.
These are mosty written using Syrenslure's 'The Almost Totally Random Writing
Exercise Generator' over on Live Journal. I'll add things to it if and when I
write them. Basically, all go and give love for this amazing distraction from
work and RL!!!!!!!!!
 
A/N – I have two 5000 word essays to write, two more to research, six academic
articles to read, two non-academic articles to read, chapters to edit for all
three of my WIPs and three one-shots in various stages of completion. And I am
using my time so very wisely, aren't I?!
 
 
Prompt_–_350-500_words/Porn/Pride
Harry hummed with satisfaction even as he kept his face cold and neutral. He'd
been given his pick of Death Eaters after the war, and taken Lucius for one
perfect reason; the man's pride.
He thrust harder through the man's tight muscle, their bodies slick with sweat
and pre-cum as they fucked roughly on the floor. Harry never took Lucius to
bed, and Lucius never vocalised discontent with the floor.
"Tell me you enjoy this."
Silence.
"Tell me you want this."
More silence.
"Tell me you want me; tell me you crave me when I'm gone."
Lucius stayed silent. To admit would be defeat, and Lucius' pride wouldn’t
allow that. As long as he kept up a pretence of indifference, as long as he
didn't reveal that the long stretches of time when Harry was away on business
and Lucius was left cold and untouched burned his very soul, then Lucius could
retain the upper hand. Malfoys never lost, they never played subordinate to
anyone else. He couldn't allow himself to be broken by this youth, barely a man
and yet more than Lucius could ever be.
Harry screamed out his orgasm as he filled Lucius with his seed. The blonde was
yet to come, and Harry smirked as he eyes the sensitive entrance stretched wide
around him. Moving one hand away from Lucius' hip, he stroked the rim with his
fingers, before sliding one in alongside his softening cock.
Lucius grunted, but still didn't speak. A second finger was added, stretching
him unbearably, and he saw a galaxy in his vision. His cock strained against
the restraints, and he clenched his teeth to prevent from crying out. Harry had
taken it further than this before, and Lucius hadn't broken down and begged; he
could survive tonight. The third finger pushed his resolve, and he could almost
feel Harry's smirk on his back, but he kept silent. The fingers were stretching
him open, and he couldn’t stop the moan as a thin vibrator was slipped inside
him, resting against his prostate and lying along the thick vein in Harry's
renewing erection.
A whispered word and the vibrator was on, sending jolts of pleasure through
Harry and Lucius. Losing his battle, Lucius squirmed on the floor, hearing
Harry laugh coldly.
"You know what you have to say, Lucius darling."
Biting his tongue hard enough to feel blood, Lucius kept silent all through the
experience, through Harry filling him for a second time and pulling out roughly
in disgust.
"Have it your way."
Merlin only knew when Harry would next be back, but Lucius fell asleep with a
smile on his face. He hadn't begged, he hadn’t lost. Lucius had nothing left
but his pride, and he wasn't ready to part with that…
 
 
Prompt_–_POV-Inanimate_Object/Pre-Slash/Jello
They act like we don't know what they're thinking. Like the furniture in a
magical castle doesn’t gossip. Honestly; these kids think that because I'm a
coffee table I must be stupid. Well, that shows what they know. When it comes
to stupid, a certain Gryffindor brunette wins in that area. Here I am, with ten
stone of blonde Malfoy goodness leaning on me, slurping up jello shots in a way
that is making every girl in the room, and a good proportion of the boys, weak-
kneed and cross-eyes. And boy wonder over there just sits and broods.
See, he thinks that Draco is interested in someone else. Hermione to be exact.
The boy brings a whole new dimension to the word 'idiot'. But blondie has a
plan, I heard him telling Zabini earlier. He's going to take a handful of jello
shots and arrange himself in such a position on Potter's bed that the brunette
will not fail to realise his intentions.
I'm only a coffee table; I shouldn’t know how many uses there are for jello.
 
 
Prompt_–_10minutes/Dialogue/Unbelievable (unbelievable this did take me ten
minutes to write #sob#)
"What's happened now?"
"Draco happened."
"What's he done now?"
"It's…he's fucking unbelievable!"
"Harry, calm down and tell me what has happened."
"Draco has…wants me to…for his birthday…I can't believe he thinks I would be
into this!"
"Harry, what are you babbling on about?"
"He says that he wants to tie me up and spank me! It's disgraceful!"
"Where did he get an idea like that?"
"He says he found a paddle in the spare room, and assumed that was what I
wanted, so would I, for his birthday, let him spank me!"
"…………"
"Hermione? You've gone a little green. It's disgusting, isn't it?!"
"Harry…uh…remember when me and Ron stayed with you for the weekend?"
"Oh gods, did you two see it too? I swear, I have no idea where it came from!"
"It…uh…fell out of our bag…I wondered where it was."
{thump}
"Harry? Harry wake up!"
 
 
Prompt_–_250-300_Words/Humour/Panties
"Draco, what the hell are you wearing?"
"Don't I look gorgeous, darling?"
Shock aside, Harry had to admit that Draco did, in truth, look gorgeous. The
light pink, the lace, the delicate frills, they all suited his husband
perfectly. Pulling Draco down onto his lap, Harry kissed him deeply and ran a
hand to stroke the bulge stretching the pretty material. He felt as Draco
ground down into his lap, and moaned against the back of his throat.
"Don't suppose you want to…?"
Draco didn't answer, just moved to fumble open Harry's trousers and free his
husband's erection from its cloth constraints. Draco swore softly as Harry
reached round him and ripped a hole in the panties, lowering Draco onto his
erection with a heartfelt moan.
Harry's eyes were fixed on the material covering Draco's cock as they fucked,
the obscene stretching and wet patch that just made the whole thing so deviant
and decadent. There was nothing drawn-out about their coupling, and within
minutes they were both shuddering out their orgasms. Harry reached a hand down
to cup Draco's warm, sticky groin as the blonde gasped into his shoulder.
"I didn’t know you had a side like this."
"I love all the kinks you introduce me to."
"Well, this one was yours."
Harry pulled back, and looked at Draco in confusion.
"What?"
"Well, I found these in the dryer, and I sure as hell didn’t buy them, so you
must have. I thought…Harry?"
Harry couldn't stop the laughter as he gasped out,
"Dray…'mione's washing machine is broke…she did some here…must have left them
in…and they got caught up with our things…"
Draco's face displayed an array of emotions before going green.
"You mean, I just came in panties that GRANGER HAS WORN?! Oh, I'm going to be
sick!"
***** Random Drabbles 2 *****
A/N – I've done some work, so now I'm playing woot woot! If you see anything
here that could be turned into a full story let me know and I'll try; most of
this was written really quickly to stretch my writing muscles. Kisses,
*Softly*Sweetly*
 
Prompt_–_Drabble-100words/Stream_of_consciousness/innocence
I need to feel him in me, right now, I can't wait anymore. I've been waiting so
long, holding on for the right guy to come and convince me that he's my one, my
only and I'm so tired of holding on. The right guy, the only guy, he doesn’t
even see me, and if I can't have him then it means nothing, and I'll give it to
the first guy I meet. The fact he's tall, handsome, exactly like Harry in
everyway means nothing to me as I feel him breach me; my first, my only.
Harry is Draco's, but tonight, in this random man, he is mine.
 
 
Prompt_–_POV-First_Person/Conflict/A_Car
"Harry, you're lost."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not, and even if I was, that would be because you were too busy doing your
hair to read the damn map!"
"Don't you snap at me! You're the one that wanted to go to their wedding, not
me!"
"Yeah, and you're the one that's whined and bitched all the way from the
invitation landing on our doorstep to getting in the car this morning!"
"Well excuse me for being disturbed that my boyfriend was so intent on going to
see his ex get married!"
Silence fell, both men staring straight ahead, and once again the space in the
car felt like a gulf between Harry and Charlie…
 
 
Prompt_–_350-500_Words/Conflict/Handcuffs
It was always the same argument, always the same words and silences. Harry
could recite it off by heart and he didn't understand why they kept having this
argument. He knew Draco's fears, Draco knew his desires. Surely the blonde must
know by now that Harry loved him, that it wasn't about love, it was about
limits. Harry needed to test his limits, and he couldn’t do that with Draco.
"Baby, please just listen to me."
"Why?"
"Because. Because I am going to do this, and I want you to understand why."
"It's depraved! I can't be a part of this Harry! What the hell would I do if I
lost you?"
"Draco, you won't lose me. I love you, I'll always come home to you, you know
that. But I need to do this, need to find my limits. You can be with me on
this, or against me, but I have to do it."
Draco watched as Harry walked out of the front door, and he knew deep in his
soul that the brunette wouldn't be coming back to him for a long time…
 
~~~~~~~~~~
 
The handcuffs chafed his wrists as Harry waited patiently for his appointed
lawyer to get in. He should have listened to Draco, but he couldn't undo the
past. He heard the door open but didn’t look up until he'd heard the chair
opposite him scrape into place. He looked up, and froze.
"Listen carefully. In five minutes the guard will flick the security cameras
back on, and if we aren't out of here you're going to prison."
Harry nodded his understanding, and waited as Draco spoke.
"I told you, that con-artists was one thing, but armed robbery was something
else. I said that you wouldn't be able to do it, and I was right. I am going to
get you out of this mess if you promise me that we can go back to cons, no more
talk of limits."
"Promise."
Draco nodded, and produced a key, unlocking the handcuffs and pocketing them as
he grabbed Harry close and apparated the two of them out of the holding cell.
 
~~~~~~~~~~
 
Harry writhed, and looked up at Draco, emerald eyes begging for a reprieve from
the exquisite torture. Draco leant down close enough for his lips to graze
Harry's as he spoke, the smirk evident in his voice.
"You, my darling little con-artist, deserve handcuffs."
"Draco please…"
"Will you ignore my advice again?"
"No, never just please baby…"
Draco smiled, tightening the cuffs to dig into Harry's wrist before sliding
down to his restrained cock, punishment for his crimes in mind.
 
 
Prompt_–_100_words/One_Character/A_Thunderstorm_(hell_yeah,_exactly_100_words!)
The rain made him feel alive, the thunder and lightening served to drown out
the voices in his head. Until last year he'd been happy, healthy, out-going,
but he was slowly losing all of that. Even as he fell deeper in love with Lily
Evans, he knew he'd never have her. She belonged to James, not the vile,
worthless human being that he was.
His sins fell away in the storm; he could pretend he was whole. Truth was; he'd
never be whole again. He made a choice, turning to the other man.
"I know where the Potters are hiding."
 
 
Prompt_–_100_words/Conflict/Without_Enough_Information
"You're a dick, Potter!"
"Yeah, and you're a stuck-up pureblood twat, but you don't hear me
complaining!"
Draco stormed off, how the hell could Potter stand there and act like
everything was so black and white. He had no idea what Draco's life was like,
the things he must do to survive. Potter saw everything as being simple; he
didn't know that if Draco failed, more was at stake than just his life.
Harry groaned, and bit his lip. How was he supposed to help Draco if the blonde
wouldn't say what was wrong. Harry wasn't a mind-reader; he couldn’t stop the
fights without a reason to.
 
 
Prompt_–_350-500_Words/Description/Panties
The way they feel, sliding against my skin, is enough to reduce me to a
babbling wreck. But I bite back my incoherency and focus on the task in hand.
He told me I'd have to do something special to convince him, and here it is. I
dial the familiar number and wait while he picks up.
"Hello?"
"Draco? It's Harry."
"Hey, what's up?"
"I am."
"Pardon me?"
"I'm up. I'm hard and leaking for you right now. I wish you were here, wish you
were with me and you could see this, see what I'm doing."
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"Touching myself. I'm thinking about you as I palm myself, gods Draco I'm so
hot, so ready to feel you inside me. I've been walking around like this all
day, just for you. Half-hard and leaking into my panties."
"Your…your panties?"
"Yeah. They feel so good, a gentle caress holding my cock and balls, whisper
faint across my buttocks. They're ruined now though, stretched out of shape
because all the blood has rushed to fill me, a wet patch decorating the front.
I wish you were here, so you could drag your tongue along my cock, tasting me
through the green silk."
"Harry…"
"Are you hard? Can you picture me, is my description good enough?"
"Are you…ugh…on the bed?"
"No, the couch. My legs are spread wide, I'm not wearing anything but the
panties, it feels so good Draco, rubbing myself like this, it's so much more
than I can take. I need to cum so badly baby, need to fill these pretty little
panties with my release."
I hear the line go dead and focus on my own pleasure as I let the phone drop
from my grasp. I'm right on the edge when the fire jumps to life and he steps
out, a bulge in his jeans and his eyes wide as I finally let go, arching on the
sofa as a silent scream twists my face, torrents of cum escaping the sodden
panties to trickle between my legs. He falls to his feet, burying his face
between my legs and lapping greedily at my thighs, placing delicate nips along
my softening cock and making me writhe into his touch. Careful hands pull the
delicate silk off my hips and down my legs. I watch through half-closed eyes as
he pockets the panties and moves up to kiss me softly.
"Of course I'll marry you."
 
 
Prompt_–_100_Words/Male_Character/Five_Senses
He smells like cinnamon; spicy and addictive, heady enough to make me forget
what I was saying to him.
He sounds like razorblades; every word assaults me with careful precision, his
voice is a weapon he wields well.
He feels like silk; soft and perfect under my Quidditch-calloused fingers as I
tentatively push at the boundaries between us, push at our limits
He looks formidable; but I know it's just an act, to dissuade potential
troublemakers.
He tastes like heaven; my tongue travelling up the planes of his body as he
writhes underneath me.
He overloads my senses and I fail another potion, get another detention, claim
another night with him
 
 
Prompt_–_10_minutes/Porn/After_the_guests_have_left
Harry knew that once his friends had left he'd be taken, and he found himself
silently willing them to go. Everyone knew Draco and Severus were together, and
everyone knew they were staying with Harry in the aftermath of the war until
their assets were unfrozen.
No-one knew that their assets had been unfrozen weeks ago. No-one knew that
they were staying because neither one of them was prepared to give up the
delights of his body just yet.
Harry waved the last of his friends out of the door, and as soon as it was
closed warm hands were disrobing him, stripping him of his clothes, his
inhibitions, quickly and surely. He moved with Draco back into the living room,
and found Severus already sprawled out, naked, on a chair. They liked him
subordinate, and Harry opened his mouth obediently for the ring gag, feeling
the cold metal fall into place behind his teeth. He moved onto Severus without
hesitation, and moaned as he felt the warm, silken hardness sliding down his
throat.
Draco watched the spectacle for a minute before moving to part Harry's
buttocks, finding his tight little entrance quivering with anticipation. He'd
lubricated Harry fully before the others had arrived; ensuring that the
brunette knew exactly what would be happening this evening. He flicked on the
video camera and smirked up at Severus, promptly forgetting the device as he
thrust hard into Harry, stretching him with his cock as Severus held his
shoulders tightly.
Harry felt the burn spreading through his body, and he bobbed his head up and
down more violently; showing them the pace he wanted. A low chuckle, chocolate-
smooth, drifted to his senses before his head was grasped painfully, and then
he was being fucked; Severus' hips jacking up as Draco moved out, then the
other way; Draco buried inside him as he gasped for air before the next
assault. His hands scrabbled for purchase on the chair, and it felt so good
that he had to reach one hand down, fisting himself furiously. He came first,
staining the rug with his release as his throat constricted around Severus, his
ass doing the same to Draco.
They carried on using him, abusing his over-sensitized flesh, until they'd both
found release. Draco turned off the camera and then they were both on the
floor, holding him and removing the gag, whispering words of affection and
admiration as he came down from his high.
"More…"
Severus laughed, and pulled Harry into a light kiss.
"More later. We still have four scenes to shoot before this is ready to go to
the distributor."
Draco pulled Harry flush against him, and wrapped his fingers around the
brunette's spent cock.
"Does it turn you on, the thought of muggles pleasuring themselves to the image
of you being fucked?"
"Yes. Please, I need more tonight."
Severus smiled, and trailed nimble fingers down to pert nipples, pinching hard
enough to bring tears to Harry's eyes.
"Then more you shall have my little porn star."
 
 
Prompt_–_100_words/Male_Character,_Under_18/Coffee
I shouldn't drink so much coffee. Hermione says that's why I can't sleep at
night, because I drink so much coffee during the day. I don't bother to correct
her. But I know the truth – I only drink coffee because I can't close my eyes
without seeing him. I watched as a boy was killed in my name, and it terrifies
me. This whole war is in my name, and I never asked for any of this.
The coffee is too hot to drink, but I swallow it anyway. It burns as it glides
down my throat, and I enjoy the pain. I shouldn't enjoy the pain so much, but I
do. I enjoy pain, I enjoy coffee, I enjoyed every minute with Cedric and now I
can't close my eyes without seeing his body.
I reach over, and ignore her tut as I pour another cup.
 
 
Prompt_–_100_Words/Dialogue/First_time
"I'm a little nervous Draco."
"Why?"
"It's my first time."
"Really? I've done this loads, just trust me."
"I do trust you, I'm just scared. Will it hurt?"
"Not if I do it right."
"Really?"
"Well, it'll probably hurt a little, but it's worth it."
"I believe you. Let's do this."
"No doubts?"
"None. There's no-one else I'd want to be my first more than you."
"OK. Now, it's going to be warm, and then it might hurt a little. Deep breath,
and don’t tense."
"OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"
"Hush baby, I know. But look how smooth and hairless your leg is now!"
***** Random Drabbles 3 *****
Prompt – 250-300 Words/News Article/Heat
"The only thing that damn paper is good for is the fire!"
Harry smiled, ignoring Draco's ranting as he carried on reading the article. It
was a long and in-depth piece about male pregnancy and the submissiveness of
the male wizard that got pregnant. Needless to say, his very pregnant, very
dominant spouse was raising the roof over it, and Harry had to fight not to
laugh at him. He lost himself back in the paper and faded out Draco's whining.
He loved the blonde dearly, bit he could really spew hot air when he focused on
it.
Draco knew he was being ignored, and in a fit of childish petulance he sent a
small burning charm at the paper. Except, hormones and all that…well, needless
to say Draco's handle on his spells wasn't brilliant at the moment. It turned
out to be quite a large burning charm, and the heat caused some rather
unforeseen consequences.
Namely, Harry's eyebrows being scorched off.
Draco knew he was in trouble when Harry still wasn't speaking to him the next
morning, and he tried to make amends by fixing breakfast. Sadly, heat seemed to
be a recurring theme for them, and Draco was still on the receiving end of a
sulk while Harry was fixing the kitchen after the minor fire had been put out.
Draco tried for humour.
"You do like your eggs well done."
But he got nothing. By the time the evening had rolled around Draco was beside
himself with worry, and as he wandered into the kitchen he was barely paying
attention to his surroundings. He walked straight into Harry, who had been
taking the casserole out of the oven, and ended up with it all down his front.
Harry yanked his top off and looked at the blooming redness of a minor burn on
his chest. Draco looked close to tears, and Harry fixed him in a cool stare.
"You'd better be naked by the time I get in there or so help me Merlin I'm
going to tell the Prophet you like wearing women's underwear!"
 
 
Prompt – 250-300 Words/One Character/Desk
Harry loved many things in his life. He loved his beautiful husband, he loved
his three stunning children, he loved his pets and his house, he loved his
friends. But right at this moment in time, Harry Potter loved his large
mahogany desk. He and Draco had christened said desk many times, and it was in
one of those fantasies that he was now hopelessly lost.
The desk was beautiful and solid; sturdy enough for the most energetic of
shags, and Harry loved it. There was enough space underneath it for his husband
to be comfortable when he surprised Harry with work-day blowjobs, and a flat
panel of wood that hid from view anything that happened under the desk. It was
this panel of wood which Harry loved most right now, because it completely hid
from view the furious movement of his right hand over his aching erection.
At almost eight months pregnant, sex was a logistics nightmare for them both
even if Draco's sex drive hadn't abandoned him somewhere towards the end of the
second trimester. Which left Harry with little choice but a healthy wank when
he could be sure Draco wouldn't find out. And as apparating wasn't possible in
his current state, and Harry had heavily warded his office, there was no way
that Draco could find out.
Harry let his head loll back as he tugged at his foreskin mercilessly, needing
the jolts of pain to anchor him. He missed the tight feeling of his husband
around him, of spilling deep inside him, he was so close to the edge and with a
deep growl he came hard, all over his trousers and hand.
As Harry finally thought about maybe cleaning himself up there was a soft knock
at the door and he looked up at the clock. 1:30 – time for his fourth years.
Murmuring a cleaning charm, he went into teacher mode as he did his trousers
back up before opening the door…
 
 
Prompt – 100 Words/Female Character, Under 18/Never Again
Hermione groaned, and tipped out of bed to stagger into the bathroom. Of all
the stupid, useless dares that the twins could have come up with, they had to
come up with kissing Harry. It was as though they had a direct line straight to
her deepest, darkest, most-loathed fantasies. She tried to shake herself out of
this fantasy, out of the ridiculous notion that he would want her, that he
would be able to stop thinking about Cedric's death long enough to notice her.
But she still couldn't make her heart understand that Harry wasn't hers.
The fact she could taste him on her tongue was irrelevant.
 
 
Prompt – 100 Words/Stream of consciousness/Pride
There she is, my baby girl, all grown up and about to graduate from Hogwarts. I
promised her I wouldn't cry, wouldn't make a spectacle of myself, but I can't
hold it back. She's got the highest grades of anyone this century, me and
Granger included, and I love her so much as she walks up to shake McGonagall's
hand and take her scroll. I feel a familiar hand on my shoulder and lean into
Hermione's offered touch, taking strength from her here with me today, even
though none of her brood are graduating.
"He'd have been so proud of her, of both of you."
"I know he would. I'm proud of us too."
 
 
Prompt – 100 Words/Humour/Doing The Unexpected
"Baby, what are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing?"
"Well, Dray honey, I know what it looks like you're doing, but that can't be
right."
"If it looks like I'm doing what I'm doing, then I'm obviously doing it, aren’t
I? Honestly Harry, I know you're a Gryffindor but Merlin you can be stupid
sometimes!"
I shake my head, and lean on the door frame, watching as the proud and prissy
Draco, last scion of the Malfoy name, washes up his own breakfast plates. It's
only taken ten years of marriage to get him this far; another ten and he may
learn how to load the dishwasher.
 
 
Prompt – 100 words/Family Member/Never Again (twincest, skip if this offends)
They lay together, neither willing to take the first step but both knowing that
the step had to be taken. George moved first, trailing his fingers over a torso
identical to his own before leaning over and planting a soft kiss on Fred's
lips. They could only have this one night, only give in to this burning need
once, because if it became habit it would destroy them both. But they both knew
that not doing this was no more of an option than doing it.
The next morning, Fred smiled wryly at George over breakfast.
"I might leave off alcohol for a while."
***** Random Drabbles 4 - To Be Alive *****
Disclaimer - I own nothing but a coffee maker and an imagination
Warnings - none.
Author's Note - This is deliberately vague, take from it what you will *S*S*
xxx
 
He heard the whispers, but they were in his favour so he paid them no heed.
Life had been tumultuous for him, and the whispers had been an ever-present
part of that. Sometimes the whispers were in has favour, sometimes they were
against. But they were always there, and he took strength from that. So little
in life was constant that those few constant things were to be cherished and
adored; treated with reverence whatever their outcome.
Moving slowly up to the coffin he peered down into the open casket. Another
dead friend; another body for the ground and another soul for the gods. He'd
known this one only vaguely, and the whispers focused on that. That he was so
firm to his cause; they saw his being at every funeral as his way of respecting
those that fought on his side.
They'd never know, because he'd never tell, that standing over the cold dead
bodies was the only way he could feel the warm flicker of life in his chest.
He'd first discovered the effect the funerals had on him in the weeks
immediately after the war; when the funerals took place three a day and the
tears flowed freely, everyone united under a common pain.
Now society had moved on, though he could not. He was the walking dead,
sentenced to a life half-lived and never felt. The only light in his life, the
only thing worth living for anymore, was the morning's paper, the obituaries
that listed his fallen comrades. Every article was clipped out, put lovingly in
a scrapbook, a token reminder of the battles he had won, and continued to win
every day.
His comrades fell, and through their deaths he took his life.
***** Random Drabbles 5 - CRACK!FIC *****
Disclaimer - I own nothing but a coffee maker and an imagination
Warnings - CRACK!FIC, Mary-Sue, completely random fic. Alternate Universe,
general strangeness
Author's Note - This is for Genlisae. What would happen if our favourite boys
were actually telling our story?
 
 
Harry sighed and rubbed his eyes gently. He had writers block again, and just
couldn't work out the latest kink in his story. He felt soft hands resting on
his shoulders and tipped his head back, smiling up at Draco.
"Hey love, is everything OK?"
"I'm stuck on a bit of plot."
"Anything I can help with?"
"It's difficult. SoftlySweetly…"
"Aaah, that wench. Is it her story arc that's giving you gyp?"
"No, her story arc is going well, surprisingly."
Draco grinned, and grazed his fangs lightly over Harry's neck. He liked that
Harry had based his SoftlySweetly storyline on their life, it was sweet and
romantic. He felt a little more of his Mate's tension melt away, and nudged him
softly.
"SoftlySweetly had a conversation with Genlisae in the stairwell, and went off
to do her own thing. I've got her writing some porn because it keeps her
happy."
"So what's blocked?"
"That bloody Genlisae! Every time I try and write about something she refuses
to co-operate unless there's coffee involved. I need her to become this famous
artist so that she can go to celebrity parties, and I can introduce my newest
OC, Tom, but she just won't play. She keeps saying that her fractals won't
work! I don't know what to do!"
Draco smiled, and wrapped his arms tighter around his husband. The brunette put
his all into his stories, and liked to portray the characters as real people
that could be interacted with. Draco had suffered long and involved rants about
SoftlySweetly's unwillingness to play nicely with other characters, and had
learnt that the best thing to do was just to let Harry vent his frustrations.
"Come on love, come to bed, yeah? It's only fiction, and it'll still be here in
the morning."
Harry nodded, and flipped the lid of his laptop down before following Draco
into the master bedroom…
 
 
Meanwhile,_in_a_bizarre_Alternate_FanFiction_Universe…
 
"Pst, Sweets?"
"Genlisae, hey!"
"Hey. I have coffee. Listen, I was thinking about the plotline…"
"Our plot line?"
"No, Harry and Draco's plot line. What do you mean, our plot line?"
"Well, Harry and Draco write about us writing about them."
"No, Jen, we write about Harry and Draco writing about us writing about them."
"No, Harry and Draco write about us writing about Harry and Draco writing about
us writing about Harry and Draco writing about us."
Genlisae took one long look at the evidently deranged author, smacked her round
the head with Order of the Phoenix, took her coffee and wandered off to work on
some fractals…!
***** Random Drabbles 6 - Sacrifice *****
Disclaimer - I own nothing but an imagination and some instant coffee.
Warnings - Two stories for one prompt, one fluff one angst. So; sickly
sweetness, adult language, mpreg, character death.
Prompt - Sacrifice, nicked off potion_lady, each is a 100-word drabble.
 
Sacrifice
"Harry, baby please give it to me!"
"No! Goddamn Draco! All I want is one cup!"
"Harry you can't, it's bad for the baby."
Harry glared, flinging the mug of coffee at the kitchen wall before storming
into the bedroom. Two months pregnant and hormonal, he considered crying until
he felt Draco curl up behind him.
"We knew we'd have to make sacrifices for the baby."
"I miss coffee. And I don't see you sacrificing anything."
Draco winced.
"I'll throw the coffee out in the morning, okay?"
Harry sighed happily, and Draco knew it would be a long seven months.
 
 
Sacrifice
"Mr Potter-Malfoy, there's been a complication…"
…
"Mr Potter-Malfoy, I know this is a difficult decision to have to make…"
…
"Mr Potter-Malfoy, time is running out."
…
"Mr Potter-Malfoy, you need to make a decision now…"
...
"Harry, I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm sorry. The doctors, they've
done all they can, but they can't save you both. If you went to full-term you'd
die, and there's no guarantee the baby would live. Forgive me Harry, but I have
to sacrifice one of you."
…
"Draco? The baby?"
"Harry…I'm so sorry, they couldn't save you both."
***** Random Drabbles 7: dracoharry100 challenges. *****
Title - Cure For The Flu
Author - SoftlySweetly
Team - Death Eaters!
Word Count - 100 x 3
Rating - Somewhere just beyond a PG13.
Characters/Pairings - I'll give you three guesses…
Challenge - #11 'Duvet Days'
Author's Notes - Hope you like, my pretties, and go to the dentist afterwards,
yeah?
 
Draco groaned. There were no redeeming features when it came to flu. He looked
a state, he felt a state, he couldn't go to work and he couldn't breathe
through his nose. He pulled the duvet tighter around him and lay in a haze
until Harry came home.
"Enjoy your duvet day?"
Draco glared, and Harry stroked his sweaty forehead gently. Draco still felt
hot, and the blonde was flushed. Harry moved to lie on the bed with him and
pulled his lover close, not caring that he might get sick.
"I'm home now, I'll make you better little dragon."
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Ordinarily, Draco would have kicked up seven shades of hell over being spoon
fed soup, but he couldn't bring himself to care right now. Everything hurt; he
couldn't have sat up and held the bowl without sloshing on the duvet. He loved
that Harry had gone to the trouble of making carrot and coriander soup fresh,
and silently thanked the gods for sending him an angel to see him to his death.
"Draco, stop being melodramatic."
Draco raised an eyebrow half-heartedly, and Harry elaborated.
"You have your 'this flu-bug will kill me' face on."
"It might."
"I won't let it."
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
The first thing Draco realised when he woke up was that he could move without
pain. The second was that Harry had a rampant erection. Draco tossed the duvet
off the end of the bed and looked at Harry's sleeping form. The brunette had
nursed him, uncaring that he might catch what Draco had, and deserved a reward.
Harry woke up to the sensation of tight wet heat, and looked down his body to
see Draco face-down in his groin. He reached a hand to stroke blonde hair
softly as he bucked his hips into the warmth.
"Feeling better then?"
 
 
Title - Get Used To It
Author - SoftlySweetly
Team - Death Eaters!
Word Count - 100
Rating - G
Characters/Pairings - I'll give you three guesses…
Challenge - #12 'Cold Feet'
Author's Notes - Second in the Joys_Of_Normal_Living series
 
Harry groaned, and tried to push Draco away from him, but it didn't work. The
blonde just cuddled closer to him and inserted his criminally cold feet between
Harry's much warmer ones.
"You're late."
"Raid over-ran. Will you please wear socks in bed?"
"No. Honestly Harry, it's been years and you're still bitching about my cold
feet?"
Harry rolled his eyes and moved his legs gently, warming Draco's feet up
through friction. He smiled, loving these quiet moments where they were just a
couple in love, before Draco's libido woke up and they were a couple in lust as
well.
 
 
Title - Brat-Sitting
Author - SoftlySweetly
Team - Death Eaters!
Word Count - 100 x 3
Rating - PG13
Characters/Pairings - I'll give you three guesses…
Challenge - #13 'The Writing's On The Wall'
Author's Notes - Third in the Joys_Of_Normal_Living series
 
Hermione raised an eyebrow but Harry didn't back down. Both Draco and Ron were
looking at him aghast over the dinner table, and Hermione tried to be
diplomatic.
"Harry…it's not that I doubt you; you're wonderful with the kids. But they're a
handful, and the triplets plus Lucy and the baby for the whole weekend…it's a
lot."
"Hermione, we'll love it! It'll be fine! And you two haven't had a holiday
alone in years!"
Harry looked pleadingly at Draco, and the blonde relented. He'd make Harry pay
dearly for volunteering them to brat-sit for the weekend.
"Yeah, we'll do it."
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Draco finally got the last of the triplets in bed and staggered back
downstairs. Harry was slumped in the sofa and Draco collapsed next to him,
growling softly.
"I'm going to kill you. You volunteered us for torture! How Hermione does it
I'll never know! And another on the way!"
Harry flinched, and struggled into a sitting position.
"Sorry. I just…wanted to see if we'd be any good, as parents, y'know?"
Draco opened one eye and took in the blue crayon covering the magnolia paint in
the living room.
"I think the writing is, literally, on the wall about that!"
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
He felt Harry deflate, and curled the brunette's hand in his. Once he'd calmed
down, Draco had worked out Harry's motivations for this, and hadn’t been able
to be as angry at the brunette as he'd have liked.
"Love, we'll be fine after some practice. Kids are in our future."
"Distant future?"
Draco moaned. "Very distant."
Harry snickered, and moved to give Draco a soft kiss, which soon became heated.
Draco pulled back reluctantly – they couldn't really have sex with five kids in
the house – and squeezed Harry's fingers.
"See; kids mean no more spontaneous sex."
"Obscenely distant future then!"
***** Random Drabbles 8 - snarry100 challenges *****
Title: A Rather Unfortunate Side-Effect
Author: SoftlySweetly
Word Count: 100
Rating(s): PG13
Challenge: #48 'Draught Of Peace'
Warning(s): Suggestiveness, cussing
A/N: The first in the Fairytale_Ending? series
 
"Severus, it's not permanent. Just a rather unfortunate side-effect."
Severus gritted his teeth, flouncing out of the Hospital Wing to the sound of
Madam Pomfrey laughing. He cursed again and stormed through the halls to his
rooms, scattering students in his wake.
Harry looked up and smiled as Severus came in. "What did she say?"
"Unfortunate side-effect, lasts for a week or so."
Harry cringed and moved to cuddle Severus. He'd been covered in Draught Of
Peace in a classroom accident, and once he was woken Pomfrey had insisted on
checking him over.
"Side-effects?"
"No fucking erection for a week!"
 
 
Title: Retribution
Author: SoftlySweetly
Word Count: 100 x 3
Rating(s): PG13
Challenge: #49 'Shrinking Solution'
Warning(s): Suggestiveness
A/N: The second in the Fairytale_Ending? series. And yes, my mind is in the
gutter. It's actually quite nice there.
 
Harry snickered as he used a syringe to get the modified shrinking potion into
the chocolates. Six days without sex was just criminal, and Harry's Slytherin
side had taken over, demanding revenge on the idiot Ravenclaw who had doused
his lover, literally and metaphorically, in Draught of Peace.
Severus had been remarkably enthusiastic about the plan; modifying the potion
so it would only work on a particular part of Michael Bratt's anatomy. Each
chocolate held an hours worth of potion, and there were twenty four chocolates.
Harry dropped a kiss on Severus' head as he headed up to the owlery…
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Curled up in bed that night, Severus was woken up by a strange sensation.
Lifting up the covers he peered down at himself before laughing in sheer glee.
"Whassup?"
"Get on your back and spread your legs Mr Potter; it seems the side-effects are
no more."
Harry moved with lightning speed, stripping off his pyjama bottoms and
summoning over the lube, squeezing a generous dollop onto Severus' fingers
before settling back into the pillows.
"I feel a bit bad about pranking that Ravenclaw now."
"I couldn't care less."
As one long finger slipped inside him, Harry was inclined to agree…
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Harry met Dumbledore's eyes as he answered the old man's question.
"Maybe it's a new Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes product? I get so much stock for
the shop that I lose track of what we have. From what you've said, Headmaster,
the boy wasn't hurt, and I don’t know why you assume Severus or I are
involved."
"My mistake. Please, accept my apologies."
Dumbledore watched the two men walk out; Severus to his classroom and Harry to
the shop he managed in Hogsmeade. They were responsible, their own brand of
retribution, but he couldn't be too angry; no harm no foul.
 
 
Title: Stupid, Stupid Gryffindor.
Author: SoftlySweetly
Word Count: 100 x 4
Rating(s): NC17
Challenge: #50 'Swelling Solution'
Warning(s): Sex, swearing, implied twincest,
A/N: The third in the Fairytale_Ending? series. And yes, my mind is still in
the gutter. Not only is it nice here, but I've got some really nice wallpaper
up.
 
Severus looked at Harry in horror; his eyes flicking from the empty vial of
swelling solution to Harry's naked body and comically large cock.
"What. Have. You. Done."
Harry hiccoughed, and Severus could smell the whiskey on him from across the
room. The brunette grabbed his cock (roughly the size of a watermelon now) in
both hands and waved it happily.
"Fred'n'Gorge…dared…hung…horse…"
"They dared you to douse your cock in Swelling Solution so you could be hung
like a horse?"
Harry grinned, nodded frantically, then passed out drunk on the sofa. Severus
was going to kill those bloody reckless twins!
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Slipping quietly into the flat above the shop, Severus thanked his years of
training in the war. If he didn’t want to be detected he wouldn't be; the
Weasley twins were no match for him. He found them curled up in their bed and
rolled his eyes. Molly would have a fit if she found out the secret the rest of
the world was privy to.
Using Harry's ingenious revenge from the incident with the Bratt boy, Severus
dropped copious amounts of Shrinking Solution in each mouth and smirked as he
left a note before returning to his drunken lover.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
When Severus went into the bedroom to wake Harry up he found the brunette
wanking frantically. Instantly Severus' arousal sprang to life and his cock set
about making itself known.
"Good morning, Harry."
"Uh…morning…dick feels…like it's...on fire…!"
Severus smirked. Ah yes…the after-effects of the solution were a prickling
feeling as it wore off. On such a sensitive appendage that would translate as a
burning sensation.
His hand cold from the glass of water, Severus wrapped it around Harry's
erection and smirked as the brunette keened and wailed.
"Will you take potion when drunk again?"
"No! Sev'rus no please…fuck please…!"
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Harry groaned and whimpered, crying out as Severus alternated the sensations on
his cock; using a hand dripping in ice water one minute before switching to his
hot, warm mouth the next. Neither Harry nor his cock knew how to react, so they
both settled on twitching and jerking, Harry adding expletives into the mix.
As Harry reached the brink, Severus wrapped long fingers around Harry's base
and prevented his orgasm.
"Severus!"
"You will never take a potion while drunk again, dare or no dare, understand?"
Harry nodded, and Severus smirked before stalking out, leaving Harry hanging.
"Fuck! Severus!"
"Punishment."
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