prompter: queenie_mab
1-3 Pairing(s) or characters: Harry/Draco or any pairing
scenario/kink: Disillusionment Charm sex

One character takes another while under a Disillusionment Charm. It's up to you if it was agreed upon before hand or if this is a surprise to the person it's happening to.
Optional Extras:

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Um, a fluffy bit of 8th year pwp? unbeta'd? my first attempt at pwp? fluffy silliness?

o.o.o

"Draco, truth or dare?"

Draco groaned and took another drink of the firewhisky in front of him at the common room table. "I told you I wasn't interested in playing..."

Pansy bumped his shoulder. "You're sitting here drinking with us. Least you can do is answer Blaise's question."

Draco glanced around the table. The eighth year common room was filled with lounging former members of all the Hogwarts houses, all looking happy and more than a bit tipsy. And all looking expectantly at him. He finally huffed a sigh. "I hate you, Blaise. Dare."

Blaise waggled his eyebrows and took a sip of his own drink. "Snape taught you Disillusionment, didn't he?"

"Wouldn't answering that count as truth and negate the dare?"

Blaise's laugh was louder than normal, never a good sign. "True, true. So, I dare you..." Blaise's eyes darted around the room, before his grin turned to a more wicked smirk. "Oral sex. In public."

The common room erupted in laughter, and Weasley spat out the mouthful of firewhisky in his mouth at Blaise's words. "What?"

Draco would have laughed at the gaping expression had he not been certain it matched his own. "Wait, what?"

Blaise was now giggling. "Disillusion yourself, or hide, or something. Oral sex with someone at this table in public."

Draco's eyes darted around the room as he tried to quash his own feelings of panic. "Pubic?"

Blaise nodded. "Great Hall, Library, class..."

Granger interrupted Blaise's suggestions. "I don't think-"

"Oh come on! Who here wouldn't want Draco Malfoy going down on them?"

Draco didn't even look, his face was buried in his hands as he debated the best way to get away with murdering his supposed best friend.

o.o.o

"I hate you."

Blaise turned over in his bed to peer through the darkness at Draco. "What?"

"Oral sex? In Public? What the hell are you thinking?"

"That you need to get laid? And if you notice, Potter looked... intrigued."

"Oh Merlin, is that what-"

"Come off it. You two have been dancing around each other since the start of term. It's only a matter of time."

"Only a matter of time until what?" Draco paused, then frowned fiercely at his friend. "This is Finnigan isn't it? There's some sort of money riding on this...?"

Blaise laughed. "Of course, lots. Who you'll choose, when you'll do it-"

"On me and Potter?"

Blaise's voice became even more amused. "Oh, that's long odds. No one seems to think the two of you will pull your heads out of your collective arses until after Hogwarts."

"And when's your money on?"

"This week."

"This WEEK?"

"Why do you think we started playing truth or dare last night?"

At least the sound of the pillow striking Blaise in the face was somewhat satisfying.

o.o.o

"So when are you going to do it?"

Draco frowned up at Pansy, mind still half on the translation he was in the middle of for Ancient Runes. "Do what?"

"Suck Potter's cock?"

He let his head fall and hit the table. "When is your money on?"

"Blaise told you? He's such a bitch. Tuesday."

"Today's Tuesday..."

Pansy patted the back of his head, her voice going syrupy sweet in an instant. "That's why I'm trying to move things along."

"I need new friends."

"Yes, dear. Now go run along, Potter's just come into the library. Go make me a nice handful of Galleons."

"Go suck him yourself."

"No need to be rude."

Draco glanced briefly up at Pansy before letting his head fall once again.

o.o.o

He couldn't believe he was doing this. McGonagall had just finished the evening announcements, and he was hiding under the 8th year table, disillusioned to his eyeballs, and waiting on the normal dinner ruckus to start and cover what he was about to do. It had been two weeks to the day since he'd accepted the stupid dare, long enough for the dirty looks of his friends to begin to fade, and he'd begged off dinner this evening with a headache.

Not that his head wasn't pounding, but the familiar scuffed trainers in front of him were proving a sufficient distraction. He'd thought about finding someone else to use to meet the conditions of the dare just for spite, but from what he'd seen when he snuck a peek at Finnigan's odds lead him to believe the entire school thought he'd pick anyone but Potter. So he'd picked today, a day only one person seemed to have money on. He had no idea who 17 was, but they were about to make themselves a pretty tidy pile.

Just then, the familiar sounds of dinner erupted around him, making him jump. He waited until he heard Weasley and Granger talking before reaching out a tentative hand and letting it glide up the leg before him, pushing up the robes as he went. A familiar tanned hand suddenly clenched the bench when the figure startled.

"You alright, Harry?" Weasley sounded like he had half the food on his plate stuffed into his mouth, and Draco grimaced, glad the table was between him and the inevitable spray.

"Fine, Ron." Harry's voice sounded strangled, and Draco smirked to himself as he deftly began to work the button on his flies.

"You sure, mate? You look a bit flushed."

An awkward cough, then again he replied. "Fine. Fine. Totally fine."

Draco dropped his head briefly to Harry's knee while he tried to keep the laughter from bubbling over, though he was certain Harry knew he was laughing. His impression was confirmed when he felt a flick to the top of his head, and he frowned, tugging sharply on the trousers he was still holding and making Harry shift awkwardly in his seat when he pulled them down to his thighs.

He tried to not think about how attractive he suddenly found white cotton Y-fronts, especially when they were tented around an impressive bulge. Instead, he concentrated on carefully tugging the waistband, pulling it away and letting Harry's cock spring free. Harry shifted again, and he pulled the pants down as well.

He spent a moment simply watching, the sounds of dinner long since faded to an indistinct buzzing. He knew if he moved forward, things could change. For all that Blaise and Pansy teased him for his little crush on Harry, he was afraid of it being much more than that. And even if Harry's cock was obviously interested in the proceedings, he'd done nothing to indicate he felt anything toward Draco at all.

He didn't know what was worse, the thought that Harry was interested, or that he wasn't.

Giving an irritated shrug, he pushed those thoughts away. He couldn't do anything about it, and the fact he actually had this chance was too good to pass up. He took a deep breath and double-checked his disillusionment, before leaning forward and kitten-licking the drop of moisture from the tip of Harry's cock, savoring the salty bitterness of it and mentally smirking at the sudden cough above his head.

"Are you sure you're alright, Harry?" This time it was Granger's voice which responded to Harry's evident distress, and Draco quickly suckled the cockhead into his mouth before Harry had the chance to reply.

"Fine." Harry's voice was remarkably steady this time, and he seemed focused on making as much noise with his fork on his plate as he could. "Just a bit of a headache, test in Potions tomorrow."

Granger seemed to take this as her cue to start lecturing Harry on his study habits. Draco knew this meant both Weasley and Harry was expected to stare blankly at her, at their food, and nod occasionally with no other active participation needed, so he set to work, pulling off and running his tongue around the crown and flicking it down the thick vein before running it back up and swallowing him in earnest.

He was beginning to settle into a slow rhythm, down, running his tongue around as much of the prick as he could manage, up with a hard suck, when he felt a tentative hand reach out and gently caress his hair. It was unexpected and he pulled off briefly to glance up. The hand slipped down and the thumb gently brushed across his cheek, and he heard Granger still talking about... something. He didn't think when the hand wrapped back around his head and gently tugged him towards the cock in front of him, simply swallowing it again with a quiet moan that caused the fingers moving back to his hair to clench briefly and Harry's hips to rock slightly.

He gave up on technique then, holding the cock steady, swallowing as much as he could. It was too good, and too much something he'd never thought he'd get the chance to do. He knew he was holding too tight, sucking too hard, it was going to be over too quickly, but he wanted it; he wanted it, wanted to feel Harry explode in his mouth, to know it was for him. His world narrowed to the heavy feeling of the cock on his tongue, the steady flow of salty bitterness in his mouth, the feeling of fingers wrapped in his hair almost too tight. He could feel Harry's bollocks drawing up, and he had an instant to wish he could see his face before he felt the first pulse of Harry's cock on his tongue, and he pulled back slightly, suckling the head and letting his mouth fill before swallowing greedily.

He had a moment to feel the hand loosening in his hair before he became aware of the relative silence around him.

"Uh, mate? Please tell me Malfoy isn't under the table right now..."

o.o.o

He was glad Severus had taught him such a good disillusionment spell. He was able to resettle Harry's robes and remain still under the table and no one was the wiser, suspicions aside. He lingered until the Hall was almost empty before crawling out and wandering to the open doors. His mind was whirling, uncertain what to think of the events of the past hour. He detoured to the kitchens to get some actual food, and of course that's where Harry found him.

"So, uh." Draco glanced up briefly before returning his gaze to his sandwich and tried to will away the color flooding his cheeks. "You, um." He looked up again, this time allowing an eyebrow to twitch at the equally red-faced Harry.

"Sucked your cock in the Great Hall?"

Harry's eyes went wide behind his glasses, and his gaze darted around the kitchen where the elves were pointedly ignoring him. He finally glanced back at Draco and coughed. "Um, yeah."

"Right, well then, glad to have established we're all on the same page..." He focused again on the sandwich and debated trying to take a bite.

Harry shuffled a bit further into the kitchen. "Thank you."

Draco laughed weakly as the tension in the kitchen ratcheted up to uncomfortable levels. "Yes, I suppose that is what one says after getting head."

Harry came forward again. "No, I mean... I'd like to return the favor. Sometime."

Draco blinked. "You want to suck me off at-"

Harry shook his head, his entire face seemingly close to bursting into flames. "No, I mean... Well, yes but..."

Draco's lips twisted into a half-smile. "You're really quite bad at this, you know."

"Oh Merlin, I know." Harry scrubbed his hand through his hair and offered Draco a small smile of his own. "I'd like to discuss this whole sucking each other off thing on a more permanent basis."

"Permanent?"

Harry now stood near enough to touch and he leaned forward, bracing an arm against the back of Draco's chair. "Permanent. And... some other things as well."

"Other things...?" Draco could feel his attention pulled from Harry's eyes down to his mouth, the chapped, full lips nearer than he thought they would ever be.

Harry's other arm came up slowly, until Draco was bracketed between them. "Mmhmm. I was thinking about starting now, actually, with something like this."

Harry swooped in and captured Draco's mouth in a sudden kiss, tongue sliding quickly into his mouth when Draco gasped and dropped his plate. He had only enough time for his brain to inform him he was actually snogging Harry Potter when a voice from the door interrupted them. "Oh Harry, Draco. I'm so glad to see you." They both turned to see Luna standing in the doorway, smiling dreamily at them while twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

He coughed, and Harry straightened slightly. "Uh, hello, Luna. Did you... need something?"

"Oh no, it's fine. The wrackspurts just told me to come in here and check on you both. After what happened at dinner, I mean. I wanted to make sure you were both not being silly. But you seem to be doing as you ought, so I need to go visit Seamus and collect my winnings. Congratulations to you both, by the way."

When she turned and wandered back out of the kitchen, Draco glanced up at Harry. "Wrackspurts?"

Harry shook his head. "Don't ask."