bleedingangel84 | Punch (Reply)

Title: Punch

Beta: None

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Language, public sex, amorous Draco, slash

Word Count:365

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

Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt # 4- “What’s next? Neville dancing the Macarena in a tutu?”; Luna and Rolph; Ron/OMC

Notes: Word count exactly 365, minus header and notes. No beta. As usual, please bring any errors to my attention. I hope this is okay. It was really fun to write. Read the connected fic: Sweets

Summary: Spiked punch leads to some revelations.

Punch

“Draco, who is that bloke Ron’s with?”

“His name is Michael, I think. Weasley seems happy with him.”

“How much has Ron had to drink? I didn’t even know he liked men, but he certainly seems demonstrative tonight. Those two are practically fucking in public view.”

“I never thought I’d live to see Weasley that far gone. And with a bloke, no less. What’s next? Neville dancing the Macarena in a tutu?”

“Well, this is Rolph and Luna’s engagement party. Who knows what could happen? Last time they hosted a party, they spiked the punch without telling anyone. Claimed it kept away nargles.”

“Oh, yes. Colin Creevey ended up pole dancing with a lampshade on his head. His brother had to collect him and take him home. He and Neville got together that night.”

“I don’t know what Luna put in the punch that night, but whatever it was seems to have been effective.”

“I’ll say. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on that lush arse of yours. I just wanted to bite it, fuck it and do all manner of indecent things to you.”

“Draco! You shouldn’t say such things in polite company,” Harry scolded, blushing.

“Since when have you Polyjuiced into my mother, Potter? You’re turning into a right prude, you know that?”

“Oh, hardly Draco. Not wanting to have sex with you in public does not make me a prude,” Harry retorted.

“You are, too. Otherwise we’d be kissing instead of talking by now. Pleease, Harry? “

“Oh, all right. You know I could never resist that damned pout of yours. You are just too adorable.”

“Shut up and kiss me, you git! I’m not adorable! I’m masculine and rugged.”

“Yes, dear. Tell me that sometime when you aren’t nuzzled into my neck, and I might just believe you.”

Harry smiled fondly as Draco pouted again, unable to resist kissing him.

“Mmm, Draco, you taste like raspberries. How much punch have you had tonight?”

“Dunno. Lost count after the fifth.”

“I think I should get you home now.”

“Promise to fuck me when we get there?” Draco purred.