Alright, so I have just been dying to write something, but really haven't had the inspiration at all. I mean, I do have a plot for a story worked out slightly in my head, but I can't seem to write it out. So just to let you know I haven't forgotten or given up on DH, I found this awesome form of challenge over the internet where a person is given one word, and immediately after the word is given, they have fifteen minutes to write a small story. So, I asked my friend to say the first word that popped into her head and she came up with "boat." Now, I realize that I did not exactly write about a boat, per se, but it sort of works with it. Remember, though, I only had fifteen minutes to quickly whip this up, so it isn't very pretty, but I like it all the same.
Hope you enjoy
Boat
The champagne sloshed prettily through the encompassing rim of the green, expensive-looking bottle. Passing the now half full glass to Harry, Draco smirked and proceeded to pour himself his own share of wine, filling it slyly to the brim.
"Don't you think it should be the other way around?" Harry asked, one neat brow raised in a curious arch. "I mean, you are trying to get me into bed after all."
"Oh, Potter. How naïve they always are," Malfoy muttered with a pitying shake of his head, almost as if talking to himself.
"They?"
"They – the people I fuck. I'm not doing this because I like you. I'm doing it because I'm horny and, sad though it is, you are the only guy available at this cock-sucking party – and I don't mean that in the positive way, either. The wine helps me forget that I'm having the horrible misfortune of shagging you and simply allows me to concentrate on the pleasure of raunchy, man on man action."
Indignant, the brunette retorted, "Well if that's how you feel about it, maybe I should just go back up to the party. I'm sure you can find one of the sea creatures and give them a nice 'fuck'. Surely, you'd enjoy their company over mine."
"Oh, Potter. Don't be such a girl about this. Besides, you seem to have forgotten that I own this yacht. And as such, I have the power to lock any and all doors, including the one out of here."
"You bastard," Harry seethed through his teeth.
"Yes, yes, but enough with the formalities," the blonde began, taking a quick but deep gulp from the crystal glass cupped within his elegant, long fingers before setting it down. "We have much more important and exciting business to attend to."
And with that, he strolled up to the still infuriated brunette and skillfully ripped open his button-down shirt before latching onto his neck hungrily. Harry's eyes rolled back and he let his head fall back in ecstasy, allowing his hormonal lust to efficiently shove away any other thoughts of anger and sensible judgment.
AN: I know, I know. What was I thinking? I never write one-shots, but I just had to write something. Hope you guys don't hate it too much. Cross your fingers and pray and I get the inspiration to write out my other, NOT one-shot story. Oh yeah, and to clear things up a bit: I will not be writing a sequel to CtF – not even a one-shot. If anyone else wants to write their own variation of what they see happening afterwards, that's fine withme. Send me a personal message, even. I'd love to see other people's takes on what would happen. :)
xoxo Spideria xoxo