Words: 613

Rated: T+

Summery: A certain blond Slytherin keeps interrupting a certain dark haired Gryffindor in the midst of his favorite pass time. Set during sixth year.

Only warning is that this can't really be considered PWP.

A/N: I never thought I'd pull it off. It must be magic. Its…

DRABBLE TIME.

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Harry Potter was currently enjoying one of his most favorite, and most secret, activities in the Library. Aside from Qudditch of course. Problem was, a meddlesome little bleached blond narcissistic Slytherin kept interrupting, which is definitely going to make him snap sooner rather than later. He watched the heavy rain pound against the windows as he now regretted ever starting this and missing practice by pretending to be sick. Well, too late now. They only had a few minutes before the librarian came back from lunch and what they were doing when they should be studying seriously violated the rules. Breaking said rules was no stranger to either of them; the embarrassment of the situation is what they would never live down – even possibly after a stern lecture from Dumbledore and a detention. Although if you caught the headmaster on the right day and at the right hour, a Lemon Drop could do wonders.

Alas, he was getting off the subject at hand.

He couldn't help but marvel at something so natural but complex in its spherical design; and the taste was simply exquisite in his mouth. Hard yet soft just in the right place as he sucked and licked his way along its length, twirling his tongue around the edge so as not to miss even the slightest drop and allowed himself a small moan. No one had told him life could be this good.

That was until Draco Malfoy huffed for the thousand time that day.

"I can't believe you told everyone it was bleached."

"I didn't."

"Probably thought it."

A satisfied sigh echoes throughout the empty Library whilst the exuberant licking continues and it is in this moment that he finds complete bliss – not something he achieves often.

"Uh, Harry?"

Sod it. I refuse to even lift my head up. The swotty prat is not baiting me again.

"Harry, will you please listen to me?"

What the hell does he think I've been doing for the past half-hour?

"Harry!"

Harry wasn't going to be held accountable when he full on loses it. That's for damn sure.

"POTTER!" His galling study buddy had apparently reached new heights. Wonderful.

Harry growled in complete frustration and slammed his hand on the table, toppling over his chair in a mad rush to get up. "What, Draco? What what what. What do you want, what do you need and how can I oh-so-possibly get it for you my lord and fucking master. WHAT IS IT, HUH? WHAT."

Draco sneered and sat up straight. Finally. "Merlin, would you stop sucking that lolly with so much bloody perseverance? Its bad enough I have to tolerate your indolent presence at this proximity. Here you are nearly making love to it! Have some dignity, Potter."

Harry rolled his eyes and made to leave. But not without one last resort, igniting a noxious glare from Draco. "Considering how much it cost; be thankful I gave you half just so you wouldn't tell!"

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A/N: Ain't I a stinker? What dirty minds you guys have. :P

I wrote a Loki/Thor version that I'll likely post on my Tumblr. I wouldn't mind writing a longer one though, preferably Ten/Rose (or any other NuWho pairing), and it'd have to be pretty different since I basically just gave away the ending here, but if anyone has ideas…*wiggles eyebrows* Oh yes. Let those brows sink in a moment.

Thanks for reading!