bleedingangel84 | Library Rendezvous (Reply)

Title: Library Rendezvous

Beta: None

Rating: R

Warnings: Language, Sexual Situations, 8^th year

Word Count: 365

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

Notes: Just a random bit of silliness inspired by the prompts for this week. Not betaed. I hope everyone likes it. Feel free to tell me if it’s not up to snuff or has errors.

Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt #30-"I'm the great pretender" song prompt; Irma Pince; Dinner at eight

Summary: Harry and Draco. An invisibility cloak and a singing librarian. Read at your own risk.

Library Rendezvous

“Madam Pince’s first name is Irma? No wonder she looks so sour.”

“Poor woman’s parents must’ve hated her. Why are we talking about Madam Pince again?”

“We’re in the library. And we did catch her singing into her hairbrush.”

“She’s still singing into her hairbrush. No wonder the woman never leaves here.”

“I’m the great pretender—“

“Don’t you think that’s rather sad, Draco?”

“Would be if it weren’t Madam Pince. Since it’s her, I’m rather inclined to laugh.”

“Did you ever think you’d live to see this, Draco?”

“No. In fact, I’d pay money never to see it again. I may have nightmares about this.”

“Would you like me to Obliviate you, love?”

“Would you, Harry?”

“I would, but then it would be no fun for me.”

“Potter, you are an evil man.”

“What can I say, dearest? You’ve trained me well.”

“Maybe too well. You’re supposed to be noble and chivalrous.”

“Chivalry doesn’t require me to avoid having fun, does it?”

“When the fun is at my expense? Yes!”

“Spoilsport.”

“Don’t pout, Harry.”

“Why shouldn’t I?”

“Your mouth should be busy with other things, Potter. Madam Pince is almost done with karaoke hour over there. On your knees, love.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Ohh, gods, Harry. Your mouth looks wonderful like that, lips stretched around my cock. And right here in the library, too. So good.”

Draco hissed when he felt the barest scrape of teeth against the sensitive skin of his prick.

“Fine, Potter. I’ll attempt to be quiet. But no more teeth, or there will be consequences. I got you out of detention the last time we got caught, didn’t I?”

Harry’s only answer was to continue sucking on the flesh that filled his mouth, soothing the disciplined areas with steady motions of his tongue against the shaft. It didn’t take much before Draco came, muffling the sound of his orgasm with a clever charm, praying to the gods that no one heard.

“That was so hot.”

“You owe me.”

“Dinner at eight?”

“Italian?”

“Of course. Let’s leave before the dragon lady stops wailing.”

“You are so mean, Draco.”

“She hurts my ears.”

“This was worth it, though, yeah?”

“More than worth it.”