Author: Silver Rising
Email: Silver_Rising@hotmail.com
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Summary: Draco watches Harry. Harry enjoys a lolly. Draco gets ruffled.
Written for the Armchair's Food Fic Challenge - and I happened to
particularly like this story ^_^
He looked absolutely ridiculous.
Sitting there, sucking on that hideous purple...well, thing. I had watched the three of then tumble into the shop, laughing, out of breath, cheeks tinged red from the cold. It was December, and the last Hogsmeade weekend before the holidays. I was browsing Honeydukes, looking for something interesting to try, when they had come in and nearly ran me over, in their haste to cram as many sweets into their pockets as they possibly could.
That stupid Weasley was going to spend all the galleons his family owned on candy. Imbecile. Granger was inspecting the 'healthier' goods, and seems especially interested in some sort of minty floss. Muggles. I'll never understand them. How could Granger stand living with them?
And Potter. He had immediately zoomed in a wide array of lollies, and was now sitting on a stool, happily sucking a purple one. He looked absurd, to say the least - eyes closed, mouth moving over the candy and the top of the stick, a look of pleasure on his face.
After a few moments he opened his eyes and looked right at me. I felt my face flush, realizing that I had been caught staring. What was wrong with me? It was just Potter, licking a piece of candy, running his tongue along it, sucking it into the warmth of his mouth.
Ah. Well.
He still looked at me. His eyes seemed to dance, and he resumed his exuberant licking and sucking. Dear god, he was going to be the death of me. His pink tongue kept darting out to wrap around the sweet, eyes still trained on mine, and then, oh lord, he actually let out a moan. An honest to god moan.
Like I said - he was going to be the death of me.
Then he got up, slowly pulling the candy from his mouth, letting his tongue do one more sweep, and walked out of the store.
I wasn't going to be an idiot.
I followed.
I could see him walking towards the alley, that ridiculous sweet still in his hand, and oh dear - were his hips actually *swaying*? He turned into the alley and I hastened to meet him there.
He was standing against the wall, once again devouring the candy. It would be absurd, really, if it were any one else, but just the sight of Potter, the Golden Boy, damn near fucking that lolly with his mouth was enough to fuel my fantasies for months.
We looked at each other for a few minutes - him sucking, me painfully aware of my body's response to his actions. Then he finally spoke.
"Malfoy. Would you like a taste?"
Oh god.
I stepped up to him, pushing him firmly against the brick wall of the alley.
"I think I rather would."
And I kissed him. His mouth was heavenly, warm and soft, his tongue demanding.
He tasted of grape and strawberry.
Just the way I'd imagined.
Finis.
He looked absolutely ridiculous.
Sitting there, sucking on that hideous purple...well, thing. I had watched the three of then tumble into the shop, laughing, out of breath, cheeks tinged red from the cold. It was December, and the last Hogsmeade weekend before the holidays. I was browsing Honeydukes, looking for something interesting to try, when they had come in and nearly ran me over, in their haste to cram as many sweets into their pockets as they possibly could.
That stupid Weasley was going to spend all the galleons his family owned on candy. Imbecile. Granger was inspecting the 'healthier' goods, and seems especially interested in some sort of minty floss. Muggles. I'll never understand them. How could Granger stand living with them?
And Potter. He had immediately zoomed in a wide array of lollies, and was now sitting on a stool, happily sucking a purple one. He looked absurd, to say the least - eyes closed, mouth moving over the candy and the top of the stick, a look of pleasure on his face.
After a few moments he opened his eyes and looked right at me. I felt my face flush, realizing that I had been caught staring. What was wrong with me? It was just Potter, licking a piece of candy, running his tongue along it, sucking it into the warmth of his mouth.
Ah. Well.
He still looked at me. His eyes seemed to dance, and he resumed his exuberant licking and sucking. Dear god, he was going to be the death of me. His pink tongue kept darting out to wrap around the sweet, eyes still trained on mine, and then, oh lord, he actually let out a moan. An honest to god moan.
Like I said - he was going to be the death of me.
Then he got up, slowly pulling the candy from his mouth, letting his tongue do one more sweep, and walked out of the store.
I wasn't going to be an idiot.
I followed.
I could see him walking towards the alley, that ridiculous sweet still in his hand, and oh dear - were his hips actually *swaying*? He turned into the alley and I hastened to meet him there.
He was standing against the wall, once again devouring the candy. It would be absurd, really, if it were any one else, but just the sight of Potter, the Golden Boy, damn near fucking that lolly with his mouth was enough to fuel my fantasies for months.
We looked at each other for a few minutes - him sucking, me painfully aware of my body's response to his actions. Then he finally spoke.
"Malfoy. Would you like a taste?"
Oh god.
I stepped up to him, pushing him firmly against the brick wall of the alley.
"I think I rather would."
And I kissed him. His mouth was heavenly, warm and soft, his tongue demanding.
He tasted of grape and strawberry.
Just the way I'd imagined.
Finis.