Foreplay

[bleedingangel84]

Title: Foreplay

Author: bleedingangel84

Characters: Harry/Draco, McGonagall, Peeves, Bloody Baron

Rating: PG-13

Warning(s):  Suggestive sexual language, improper and distasteful use of a canon character for the purpose of humour.

Word count: 826

Disclaimer:  Don’t own the characters, no money is made from this-please don’t sue me.

Written for: JMDC #77 - attend, breath, clue, dilapidated, edge

Summary:  Harry learns that teasing Draco has consequences.

Author's notes: I think I got most of them. I was in the mood to write, so I decided to take this challlenge. Hope this is okay. This hasn't been beta'ed or anything,  I did proof this, but if there are any glaring errors, please let me know. Thanks. Hope you enjoy. Thanks toveritas03 for pointing out some of my mistakes. This is proof that I shouldn't post things on no sleep. lol

Foreplay

“Potter! Come on! We have to go,” Draco called up the stairs.

“I’m coming, I’m coming. I don’t know why I have to attend the fundraiser anyway,” Harry grumbled, “Why in the world did I ever agree to participate in a dance marathon?”

Harry eyed Draco with a woebegone expression, spitting out his last words as if they tasted vile in his mouth.

“Potter, it’s not the end of the world. This will be fun, and the money goes toward rebuilding Hogwarts,” Draco coaxed.

“I realize that, Draco,” Harry pouted, “but has it somehow escaped your notice that I can’t dance to save my soul? I’ll look like a complete fool.”

“Harry, dancing is easy. All you have to do is follow my cues. Let me guide you, and you’ll be fine. It doesn’t have to be perfect. Besides, what could be so bad about being in each other’s arms for hours at a time?” Draco asked, a smile flirting with the corners of his mouth.

“Well, when you put it that way, it sounds nice,” Harry said, looking happier for the time that evening. “Let’s go.”

Draco’s breath left him in a whoosh as the pair suddenly appeared at the edge of Hogwarts’ wards.

 “You know, there are many things I love about being a wizard, but I do wish Apparition didn’t make me feel as if my stomach was reversing on itself. I much prefer traveling by Floo. I don’t see why we couldn’t have done that instead,” Draco complained.

Harry began to stroke Draco’s back in a gesture of comfort, knowing that Apparition had never been Draco’s favourite mode of travel.

“Come on, Draco. Let’s go in,” Harry pleaded," The sooner we get in, the sooner we can get this over with.”

“You’re lucky you never said that during sex, Harry, or I’d have to hurt you,” Draco teased.

“Hmm, remind me to test that theory later. That sounds more fun than dancing,” Harry mused speculatively.

“Potter, are you trying to torture me with that? These trousers are tailored, you know,” Draco hissed.

“Feeling a little strained, Draco?” Harry asked innocently.

“Damn it, Harry. You know I can’t go out in public in this state. Please don’t make me have to picture Umbridge naked. I may never function properly again,” Draco ended on a whimper, glaring at Harry with a nearly fearful look.

Harry spluttered, nearly choking as he laughed helplessly at his boyfriend.

“Draco,you’ve pictured Umbridge naked? Your mind is a strange place, indeed.”

“Oh, just you, wait, Harry. I will get back at you for that at some point this evening,” Draco promised, a gleam of something sensual in his eyes.

“Shh, Draco, here comes McGonagall. She’s supposed to let us into the Great Hall for the fundraiser,” Harry explained.

“Gentlemen, so good to see you. Mr. Potter, you're certainly look well this evening,” Professor McGonagall complimented.

“Thank you, Professor,” Harry said, smiling pleasantly.

“Mr. Malfoy, are you quite all right? You seem a bit out of sorts, if I may say so,” the professor observed.

“I’m fine, thank you. I’m just anxious to get started,” Draco assured her, giving Harry a look from the corner of his eye.

Harry felt his pulse flutter. Whether from fear or anticipation was uncertain, but the evening wouldn’t be dull. 

“Follow me, please. Peeves has been wreaking havoc around here again, and I haven’t a clue how to stop him,” McGonagall said, “Thank heavens the Bloody Baron chased him from the Great Hall, or the evening would be ruined.”

Harry and Draco looked around the familiar halls, noting how dilapidated everything seemed.

“I’m sure this evening will be a success, Professor,” Harry said comfortingly.

“Thank you for agreeing to do this Harry. As I recall, dancing was never a favourite activity of yours, but we really need the money,” McGonagall teased gently.

“Oh, not to worry, Professor. By the end of the evening, I intend to have taught Harry a greater appreciation for the art of dancing,” Draco proclaimed confidently, smirking.

Harry swallowed audibly, suddenly seeing an endless night of dancing in Draco’s arms as torture of the most erotic kind.

“How long until we can get out of here?” he asked Draco, nearly dreading his answer.

“I’ve got you to myself all night long, Mr. Potter. I’ll make you wish you hadn’t teased me so much earlier. Mark my words,” Draco whispered into Harry’s ear.

Harry felt heat begin to pool in his stomach. He was in for a long, long night. But, he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.