title: the colour of kisses
author:![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif)
snottygrrl
rating: PG-13
pairing: harry/draco
word count: 525
prompt: colour
warnings: none really. er, except maybe that there isn't much pr0n
disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
author's notes: this was written for the verse on the comm hd_365@lj that has daily postings by a select group of authors. um, this didn't come out as i intended. for one thing it was supposed to be mostly colour and smut, and then the boys got all plotty, and then they wouldn't go back to the smut, they just wanted to fade to black. please don't hate me. also thought it was going to be longer. unbeta'd because it's 2.40am, and who am i gonna get to beta now? promise to do better next time.
Alabaster skin is all he's aware of when he awakes. Flesh pressed against flesh.
Harry wonders just how long it will take him to kiss every millimeter of it and sets to finding out. He starts at the long creamy neck, but quickly gets distracted by the way a flush rises with each gentle caress, changing the colour to a pale pink, which Harry finds no less enticing. It does, however, induce him to try for a darker hue. Nipping and worrying the juncture where shoulder meets neck results in a pleasing red tone, as well as an appreciative moan from the body beneath him.
He has just begun to explore one of the dusky nipples, delighting in the way his lover starts to writhe and whimper, when he's unceremoniously dumped onto the plain white sheets as Draco suddenly sits up, cursing a blue streak.
As much as he'd like to continue on with his plan and ignore Draco's protests about needing to get to work, he has to admit it won't be good if they are late to the office. Not this week. Not the week he's just been cleared and reinstated.
And besides that, since the incident with Merryweather was rather sudden, a replacement hasn't been named and half the Ministry has an eye on their department. Rumours are rampant as to who will be chosen. Unsurprisingly, Kingsley and Remus are the favourites, though there is a rather vocal faction that is sure it will be Harry.
The very idea is rather laughable in Harry's opinion. He's never been a strategist, not even during the war. He'd left that to other Order members. Harry assumes the group that is betting on him is mostly made up of folk who still have an axe to grind with Merryweather, and know that it would be the ultimate insult if Harry took his place.
Privately Harry believes that Draco would do a wonderful job. He's excellent with planning and execution - a close examination of the previous weeks is more than proof of that - and he knows heaps about how dark wizards think from a lifetime of dealing with them. On top of all that, though he'd vehemently deny it, Harry knows his lover still has a strong need to prove the value of the Malfoy name to the Wizarding world.
Whoever's finally named, Harry's pretty sure life will be a lot better at work from now on. Still, neither he nor Draco can really afford another black mark on their records.
Harry reluctantly turns his attention from Draco and hurries to prepare for the day.
~*~*~
At one point during the afternoon Harry is sure the day is never going to end. But eventually it does. One look at his tired lover and Draco wraps his arms around him, and Apparates them both to their secluded tree house in the Forbidden Forest.
And now as the sun is setting in the autumn sky, filling the room with coral hues that sharply contrast with the lush greens of the surrounding trees, Harry has once again set about on his quest to map Draco's skin with his kisses.
~fin
author:
snottygrrlrating: PG-13
pairing: harry/draco
word count: 525
prompt: colour
warnings: none really. er, except maybe that there isn't much pr0n
disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
author's notes: this was written for the verse on the comm hd_365@lj that has daily postings by a select group of authors. um, this didn't come out as i intended. for one thing it was supposed to be mostly colour and smut, and then the boys got all plotty, and then they wouldn't go back to the smut, they just wanted to fade to black. please don't hate me. also thought it was going to be longer. unbeta'd because it's 2.40am, and who am i gonna get to beta now? promise to do better next time.
Alabaster skin is all he's aware of when he awakes. Flesh pressed against flesh.
Harry wonders just how long it will take him to kiss every millimeter of it and sets to finding out. He starts at the long creamy neck, but quickly gets distracted by the way a flush rises with each gentle caress, changing the colour to a pale pink, which Harry finds no less enticing. It does, however, induce him to try for a darker hue. Nipping and worrying the juncture where shoulder meets neck results in a pleasing red tone, as well as an appreciative moan from the body beneath him.
He has just begun to explore one of the dusky nipples, delighting in the way his lover starts to writhe and whimper, when he's unceremoniously dumped onto the plain white sheets as Draco suddenly sits up, cursing a blue streak.
As much as he'd like to continue on with his plan and ignore Draco's protests about needing to get to work, he has to admit it won't be good if they are late to the office. Not this week. Not the week he's just been cleared and reinstated.
And besides that, since the incident with Merryweather was rather sudden, a replacement hasn't been named and half the Ministry has an eye on their department. Rumours are rampant as to who will be chosen. Unsurprisingly, Kingsley and Remus are the favourites, though there is a rather vocal faction that is sure it will be Harry.
The very idea is rather laughable in Harry's opinion. He's never been a strategist, not even during the war. He'd left that to other Order members. Harry assumes the group that is betting on him is mostly made up of folk who still have an axe to grind with Merryweather, and know that it would be the ultimate insult if Harry took his place.
Privately Harry believes that Draco would do a wonderful job. He's excellent with planning and execution - a close examination of the previous weeks is more than proof of that - and he knows heaps about how dark wizards think from a lifetime of dealing with them. On top of all that, though he'd vehemently deny it, Harry knows his lover still has a strong need to prove the value of the Malfoy name to the Wizarding world.
Whoever's finally named, Harry's pretty sure life will be a lot better at work from now on. Still, neither he nor Draco can really afford another black mark on their records.
Harry reluctantly turns his attention from Draco and hurries to prepare for the day.
At one point during the afternoon Harry is sure the day is never going to end. But eventually it does. One look at his tired lover and Draco wraps his arms around him, and Apparates them both to their secluded tree house in the Forbidden Forest.
And now as the sun is setting in the autumn sky, filling the room with coral hues that sharply contrast with the lush greens of the surrounding trees, Harry has once again set about on his quest to map Draco's skin with his kisses.
~fin