Returning the favour


Word Count: 600
Written for dove_drabbles #8: Encourage your sense of daring
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU – Non Magic, sexual activity hinted, characters are of age 16 or older.
Notes: Written on a cruise boat.


"Come on, Potter, what are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid, Malfoy, I'm thinking."

"Thinking about what? You either get on the railing or you don't, where's your sense of adventure?" Malfoy asked challenging his classmate while they were on a school trip on a cruise boat.

"Harry, don't. If someone sees us, we'll get in trouble and it'll ruin all the fun!" Hermione, the only sensible one in the group attempted to stop her best friend from getting punished.

"It is not that big of a deal, Hermione," Harry answered. The problem was that it was a big deal. Harry was afraid of heights and somehow Malfoy had found out and decided to challenge him to mount the railing on the edge of the cruise boat and stay there for ten seconds.

"What happens if he fails?" Ron asked. Blaise was holding him back since he'd offered to punch Malfoy for Harry.

"Then he'll have to do whatever I want, he'll be my slave for the day." Malfoy smirked. Harry turned to look at him with disdain. It didn't help that being Malfoy's slave raised an interesting thought in Harry's head and a reaction in his privates. Down, not now, Harry thought as he attempted to will his erection to go away.

"Fine, everyone stop talking," Harry finally spoke again. He got up on the fourteenth floor deck of the boat and held on to the pole on his right. One slow step at a time he climbed higher, when he'd reached the top railing he held the pole tightly and stared out into the see. All of a sudden the scene with Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic flashed in his head and he knew what Jack Dawson meant by being 'the king of the world'. He smiled at the sense of freedom he felt as the wind dashed on him.

"Harry, you can come down now, it's been thirty seconds," Hermione announced. Everyone except for Ron glared at her. Leave it to Hermione to ruin all the fun by applying the rules. Harry jumped down and stared at the group. He felt great. Malfoy seemed to be scowling.

Neville came running to the group and announced that McGonagall was headed their way. Apparently she'd found out about the little challenge. Everyone walked away from the railing and dispersed.

"Malfoy," Harry called out. Malfoy turned around and stopped as the rest of his group scampered. He looked at Harry curiously. Harry pulled Malfoy towards him then pushed him against the metal wall on the other side of the deck. He leaned in and united their lips without hesitation or permission. Malfoy kissed him back. Harry took the liberty to slide his hands under Malfoy's t-shirt, feeling his smooth skin. When they finally separated Harry's sense of venture had diminished and apprehension took over.

"What was that for?" Malfoy asked looking rather amused.

"A thank you for encouraging my sense of daring," Harry answered as he bit his lip with worry.

"Maybe you should come back to my room and thank me some more," Malfoy answered. "Goyle said he was off for a swim – which is code for he's with Pansy and wont' be back for hours."

Harry raised an eyebrow with scepticism. "I was going to make you my slave, now perhaps I can return the favour." Malfoy winked. Harry did the best he could for his jaw to not drop on the floor with disbelief. That was the hottest thing he'd ever heard, especially because it was from a boy he'd been pining over for the good part of the year.


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