Persuasive Techniques

[bleedingangel84]

Title: Persuasive Techniques

Author: bleedingangel84

Beta: None

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Sexual Suggestion, Mentions of cross-dressing and spanking/discipline.

Word Count: 365

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.

Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt #10- “We need a bigger boat!”; Abraxus Malfoy; Prince Albert; Sweet November

Notes: Exactly 365 words. Just a silly little thing I wrote for this week’s prompts. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as enjoyed writing it. No beta, so please direct my attention to any apparent errors. Thank you.Now with a sequel: Mutual Corruption

Summary: Draco knows how to get what he wants, but so does Harry.

Persuasive Techniques

“We need a bigger boat!”

“No, we don’t.”

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this, Potter.”

“Two words, Draco: Prince Albert. You owe me. You agreed to go sailing with me if I got it. So don’t whinge.”

“Harry, this wind is playing havoc with my hair! We could be at home curled up watching Sweet November.”

“No, thanks. That movie is so maudlin. And her best friend Chaz reminds me of your father that time he drank too much at Snape’s birthday party.”

“Grandfather Abraxus would’ve been appalled at father’s behavior. But I thought he looked rather dashing in that gown.”

“I don’t even want to know why Lucius had that in his closet. I will be scarred for life.”

“Now who’s being dramatic? You laughed yourself silly at the time.”

“I was deeply intoxicated by that point.”

“Yes, and it was funny, love.”

“Draco, it was embarrassing. I wolf-whistled at your father, for Circe’s sake I actually told him he looked hot in a dress.”

“And I punished you for it later, if you recall. Quite pleasurably at that.”

“Draaccoo…you promised you wouldn’t bring that up again! I couldn’t sit comfortably for three days.”

“And you loved it, you masochist you. You go wild when I get possessive, and you well know it. I own you.”

Harry made a sound that was somewhere between a groan a half-strangled whimper.

“Draco how can I make you quit talking?”

“Oh, why, do you prefer action?”

“Grrrr. You are evil, Malfoy.”

“Get me off this dinghy, Harry, and I’ll make it worth your while.”

“You had better, you drama queen.”

“Can we get a yacht, then?”

“Fine, Draco, anything, Just please refrain from speaking now,” Harry pleaded desperately.

“Ha! Weasley owes me 10 galleons. He bet me I’d never talk you into getting a yacht.”

Harry made a sound of frustration, before lunging at Draco and claiming his lips.

“You may be good at persuasion, Malfoy, but I know how to shut you up.”

“You don’t play fair, Harry.”

“Then I’d say the student has finally surpassed the master, wouldn’t you?"

“We’ll see about that when I get you home, Potter.”