Master Manipulators
Jun. 27th, 2020 07:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Title: Master Manipulators
Author:
bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sexual Suggestion
Word Count: 365
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 344-Murder, Mystery, Manipulation
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: Just a random offering for this week’s prompts that I rather enjoyed writing. I hope readers like it as well.
Summary: Harry wants coffee with a side of revenge.
“Potter, are you okay? The look on your face is rather disturbing.”
“I’m fine. I’m just trying not to murder Ron.”
“What has Weasley done now?”
“I didn’t do anything. It’s as much a mystery to me as it is to you, Malfoy,” Ron offered, shooting a bewildered look in Harry’s direction.
“Ron, you know I love you like a brother, yeah?” Harry offered kindly.
“Yeah, mate. Doesn’t explain why you’re looking like you want to carve me up like a Christmas goose, though.”
“I love you like family. That means I have no desire to hear what you or Hermione sound like when you reach orgasm. You two were at it all night long.”
“Oh, now that is just not on, Weaselbee. If I were Potter, I’d want to kill you as well. You lot probably traumatised him.”
“I’ll say. And not only that, but they drank the last of the coffee this morning.”
“The monsters! I am most definitely on Potter’s side.”
“You’re just saying that because you want in his pants!”
“I am not some sort of sex fiend. If I wanted in Potter’s pants, my tactics would be much more refined than merely taking his side in an argument with you.”
“So you’re saying that you wouldn’t want in his pants?”
“I will neither admit nor deny anything. I learned manipulation tactics while I was still in my pram.”
“You two do know I’m still in the room, don’t you? And I’ve still not had my coffee.”
“Here. You can take mine. “
“Thank you, Draco. I owe you one.”
“Care to repay the favour by taking me to dinner? I know an Italian restaurant with an excellent tiramisu.”
“I love tiramisu.”
“Is that a yes, Potter?”
“Yes. But you know you can call me Harry.”
“We’ll see how the night goes. Who knows, maybe we’ll be the ones keeping Weasley up. I can’t wait until you’re screaming my name.”
“Merlin, no! I’m sorry, Harry. I promise. Just…please use a silencing charm?”
“You didn’t last night.”
“I will from now on if you do.”
“I don’t know. Turnabout is fair play, after all.”
“Well played. Couldn’t have done it better myself.”
Author:
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sexual Suggestion
Word Count: 365
Written for:
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: Just a random offering for this week’s prompts that I rather enjoyed writing. I hope readers like it as well.
Summary: Harry wants coffee with a side of revenge.
“Potter, are you okay? The look on your face is rather disturbing.”
“I’m fine. I’m just trying not to murder Ron.”
“What has Weasley done now?”
“I didn’t do anything. It’s as much a mystery to me as it is to you, Malfoy,” Ron offered, shooting a bewildered look in Harry’s direction.
“Ron, you know I love you like a brother, yeah?” Harry offered kindly.
“Yeah, mate. Doesn’t explain why you’re looking like you want to carve me up like a Christmas goose, though.”
“I love you like family. That means I have no desire to hear what you or Hermione sound like when you reach orgasm. You two were at it all night long.”
“Oh, now that is just not on, Weaselbee. If I were Potter, I’d want to kill you as well. You lot probably traumatised him.”
“I’ll say. And not only that, but they drank the last of the coffee this morning.”
“The monsters! I am most definitely on Potter’s side.”
“You’re just saying that because you want in his pants!”
“I am not some sort of sex fiend. If I wanted in Potter’s pants, my tactics would be much more refined than merely taking his side in an argument with you.”
“So you’re saying that you wouldn’t want in his pants?”
“I will neither admit nor deny anything. I learned manipulation tactics while I was still in my pram.”
“You two do know I’m still in the room, don’t you? And I’ve still not had my coffee.”
“Here. You can take mine. “
“Thank you, Draco. I owe you one.”
“Care to repay the favour by taking me to dinner? I know an Italian restaurant with an excellent tiramisu.”
“I love tiramisu.”
“Is that a yes, Potter?”
“Yes. But you know you can call me Harry.”
“We’ll see how the night goes. Who knows, maybe we’ll be the ones keeping Weasley up. I can’t wait until you’re screaming my name.”
“Merlin, no! I’m sorry, Harry. I promise. Just…please use a silencing charm?”
“You didn’t last night.”
“I will from now on if you do.”
“I don’t know. Turnabout is fair play, after all.”
“Well played. Couldn’t have done it better myself.”