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Two Twits and a Clever Lady	By : faithwood Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5934 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Two Twits and a Clever Lady

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: R

Word Count: ~1200

Genre: Humour

Status: Complete

Summary: Harry wants Draco, Draco wants Harry, and Pansy wants gold. All in all, this is not a bad situation.

Warnings: Hogwarts!fic, Pansy :D

Two Twits and a Clever Lady

Knots were evil. Maybe it was just because it had been a Gryffindor

tie, or maybe it had been charmed, but whatever the reason, the

knot just wouldn't budge.

"Here," Harry whispered, raising his hands to gently push Draco's

fingers away and undo the tie himself. Harry loosened the knot and

took off the tie easily, making Draco wonder whether he had been

fumbling earlier. Mercifully, Harry undid the buttons of his shirt

next, but not quite as surely as his tie. This time Harry's fingers

shook and fumbled.

Watching Harry struggle with his shirt, Draco concluded that his

nervous looking companion was on to something there. They both

had too much clothes on. The heat in the Gryffindor boys'

dormitory was becoming unbearable. Which was hardly surprising,

Draco thought as he reached out and his fingers brushed the taut

skin of Harry's chest, because Harry was radiating heat.

Draco slid the white shirt over Harry's shoulders, and he would

have taken it off completely, but Harry's shoulders were terribly

distracting, and clearly begging to be bit.

Compelled, Draco leaned in and bit down on Harry's left shoulder,

promptly soothing the bite with his tongue. Harry gasped, his

whole body twisting and moving closer to Draco's mouth as his

hands clutched Draco's waist desperately.

Trailing kisses and nips over Harry's neck, Draco's lips inevitably

ended up pressed against Harry's sweet-tasting mouth. And sweet

Merlin was Pansy right � this was truly intoxicating; pushing his

tongue past Harry's lips and exploring eagerly until Harry slid his

tongue alongside Draco's, humming deeply in his throat and taking

control of the kiss before Draco even realized they were fighting for

it.

Harry's hands crept beneath Draco's shirt, slowly caressing his

sides, thumbs bravely pushing underneath the waistband of Draco's

trousers, stroking the tender skin of Draco's lower spine.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked softly after they had parted, still

breathing hotly into each other's mouth.

Draco barely finished nodding before Harry pushed him down on

his back. He had found his voice and whispered, "Yes!" only after

Harry settled between his thighs and unzipped his trousers. But

that yes sounded more like a hiss of pleasure because

Harry had promptly leaned in, nuzzling the soft patch of blond hair

that peeked through the parted material and inhaling Draco's scent

deeply.

Gasping for air, Draco placed his feet flat on the bed, and thrust his

pelvis upwards, demanding further attention.

Harry obliged, freeing Draco's cock and then with a shuddering

breath, he took it in his hands, tongue peeking out to lick the head

tentatively. As Harry grew bolder and enveloped the tip of Draco's

cock with his mouth, sucking and slurping inexpertly but perfectly,

all Draco could think was, Oh fuck ten Galleons.

***

Earlier that day ...

"That's the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard," Draco said

flatly. "And I've known you for years."

"Oh I don't know. Everyone I talked to agrees. There must be

something to it," Pansy argued as they walked towards the Great

Hall to get some breakfast.

"Yes, there is something to it. It's called hero-worship. And it's

sickening."

Pansy shrugged. "I've even heard that Potter is a part-veela and

that's why he's so irresistible."

"Now there's a theory worthy of that Loony girl. I'm surprised at

you, Pansy. And I'm not even dignifying the irresistible part with a

comment."

"You just did," Pansy pointed out and then continued quickly. "I'm

just repeating what others have said. Apparently, everyone says

that once you've had a taste of Harry Potter you can never get

enough."

"Crazy people. All of them. Someone should set them straight,"

Draco scoffed. "No pun intended."

"I suppose you think you could resist him?" Pansy asked, her eyes

twinkling.

"Obviously."

"Care to bet? I'll give you ten Galleons if you kiss Potter and walk

away. But if you don't manage ..."

"You're joking? That would be the easiest gold I'd ever made."

Draco grinned, his voice turning dreamy. "I should do it publicly.

For maximum humiliation. Potter would freak out. It would be

beautiful."

"Hmm. I'd be worried if you weren't crushing on him so much."

Draco gasped and then spluttered indignantly all the way to the

Great Hall. Once there, he had recovered sufficiently to sneer and

whisper into Pansy's ear, "You're forgetting something. Once I kiss

him, Potter will hex me into next week, and I won't get a chance to

kiss him again." Draco sat down in a huff. "Thank Merlin I have

such silly friends. At least I'll be ten Galleons richer," he declared,

murdering his food with a fork.

Pansy turned around and snickered into her pumpkin juice.

***

And the day before ...

"No," Pansy said quietly � because they were in the library, and

determinedly � because seriously.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't like you, Potter. And saying no to you makes my

day," Pansy explained patiently, not moving her gaze from the

book she was reading.

"But I really think Draco would want this too. Then this could make

him happy as well. Possibly, you would be doing him a favour.

Don't you care?"

"No. Not really."

"But �"

"If you're so sure he wants you, Potter, why not gather some of

that famous Gryffindor courage and ask him yourself?"

"Well I'm not that sure. But you're his friend, I thought

you could �"

"Oh I could. I could deliver him to you naked and bound and

covered with chocolate, if I wished. Which I don't."

"I'm not asking for anything that drastic. I just thought you could

talk to him ... Wait. Really?"

Pansy looked at him and smirked, and then went back to reading

her book. "Goodbye, Potter."

Moping and scowling, Potter turned around, but after a few steps he

was back again.

"Would you do it for ten Galleons?"

Pansy snapped her book shut and reached out with her hand, palm

upwards. "Now that's how you negotiate with a Slytherin, Potter."

Potter narrowed his eyes. "I'm not giving you anything until I see

some results."

Pansy sighed and picked up her things. "Draco will snog you

tomorrow evening in the Great Hall. But after that � you're on your

own."

"Don't worry," Potter grinned cockily. "I'll manage from there."

***

Back to present ...

Pansy hummed softly, quite pleased with herself. She was twenty

Galleons richer, because Draco and Potter were complete idiots.

Additionally, Draco would stop moping around and throwing sad

looks in Potter's direction and sighing his 'Potter will never want

me!' sighs. Though admittedly, Pansy hadn't known that Draco was

so crazy for Potter he was ready to say goodbye to ten Galleons. It

must be love.

But Pansy still didn't get her gold, and there was always a chance

that the ungrateful brats would bail out on her. So.

Pansy adjusted her broom and directed her Omnioculars towards

the Gryffindor Tower. After a couple of tries she guessed the right

window.

"Oh!" Pansy gasped. And pressed the record button.

Harry Potter lay naked and sweaty on his four-poster bed, staring

at equally naked Draco with wide eyes; his wrists were pressed

firmly down on either side of his body by Draco's hands, his nipples

taut as Draco licked and sucked them, pink tongue peeking and

swirling sinuously as Potter thrashed around, twisting his body

futilely as he was clearly trapped beneath his lover. And then Potter

threw his head back, his body thrusting upwards as Draco freed his

hands and straightened. Draco grinned at Potter, then rolled his

hips and slammed down on Potter's thick cock.

Pansy almost fell off her broom, but she managed to hold on.

Watching avidly at Draco's hard cock that bobbed as he jumped up

and down while Potter thrust upwards savagely, his hands clutching

Draco's hips, steadying him and helping him move, Pansy almost

forgot about her twenty Galleons.

Because fuck. She could sell this recording for so much more.

Fin
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