You Belong to Me (H/D, light R)
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sesheta66Title: You Belong to Me
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Rating: light R
Word Count: ~ 600
Challenge: In response tooldenuf2nb's tag of, "You belong to me," for Monday's Double Entendre Fun at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slythindor100.
Summary: Being owned is something Draco has always felt strongly about. The mere idea of it has always made him lash out in anger and disgust. Will all that change?
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. And possibly others. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
You Belong to Me
"You belong to me."
The words hit Draco like a slap in the face, and his body stiffened in response. "I belong to no one," he replied harshly.
"C'mon, baby," the simpering voice said. "You know what I mean."
Draco laughed. "Baby? Merlin, you can't be serious. I'm not your baby, and I'm certainly not your belonging."
The man Draco had been seeing for the past few months - a man eight years his senior, attractive, well-built, and nothing to complain about in bed until now - looked utterly confused.
He honestly has no idea how insulting his words are, Draco mused. At once, Draco came to a realisation.
"You don't know me at all."
One year later …
"Are you sure about this?" Harry asked.
"We've been together nearly ten months now," Draco insisted. "It's Blaise's birthday, and we're going. Together."
"You know I don't like to dance," Harry grumbled.
Draco pulled Harry into his arms and began swaying. "You like to dance with me."
"But you're different," came the petulant reply.
"Honestly, Harry, you don't have to dance with anyone if you don't want to." Draco pulled back and kissed Harry on the lips. "Except me, of course. But it would be the polite thing to do."
"Yeah, yeah. I'll dance." Harry grabbed Draco, dipped him dramatically, and gave him a chaste kiss. "But don't complain when I do."
***
Draco was seething. None other than Blaise's cousin was monopolising Draco's boyfriend on the dance floor, and Draco was stuck talking to the former Mrs Zabini about … well, he'd lost track ten minutes ago. His focus was firmly on Harry and --
Draco shot across the dance floor, leaving Blaise's mother mid-sentence, as the culprit's hand slipped just enough to rest on Harry's arse. He ignored the fact that Harry had immediately removed the offending appendage, and had pulled back out of Vic … Vance … what's-his-name's reach.
"Get your hands off him!" Draco snarled, pushing Blaise's cousin aside. "He's mine!"
***
"What are you laughing at?" Draco challenged a short while later, when they had arrived back at Harry's flat.
Harry tried to stop chuckling, and failed miserably. His shoulders shook as he answered. "It's just … well … possessive much?"
"You listen to me, Potter." Draco marched up to Harry, pressing his finger to Harry's chest to emphasise each word, as Harry backed himself against the wall. "You. Belong. To. Me."
"Is that so?" Harry's smile-turned-leer broke through Draco's annoyance.
"Yes," Draco insisted, trying to maintain his cool demeanour. "Do you have a problem with that?"
Harry shook his head and grabbed Draco by the front of his shirt. "Not at all."
"Good."
Harry pulled Draco's body against his own, then twined his hands through Draco's hair. Harry pulled him in for a long, luxurious kiss that made Draco's toes curl. Just as things were getting properly heated up, Harry pulled Draco's head back, still clutching his hair. "Just so we're clear, Malfoy."
"Mm?"
"You --" Harry let his hands slide down Draco's back until they rested on Draco's arse, then he ground their erections together. "-- belong to me, too."
Draco slammed his lips against Harry's, desperately staking his claim, mapping every inch of Harry's mouth, overwhelmed by his need, his desire for Harry. His need and desire to be Harry's.
Draco pulled back to catch his breath, and as he looked into Harry's lust-filled eyes, he knew the longing he saw there was reflected in his own.
"I'm yours, Harry. All yours."
Author:
sesheta_66 Rating: light R
Word Count: ~ 600
Challenge: In response to
oldenuf2nb's tag of, "You belong to me," for Monday's Double Entendre Fun at slythindor100.Summary: Being owned is something Draco has always felt strongly about. The mere idea of it has always made him lash out in anger and disgust. Will all that change?
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. And possibly others. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
"You belong to me."
The words hit Draco like a slap in the face, and his body stiffened in response. "I belong to no one," he replied harshly.
"C'mon, baby," the simpering voice said. "You know what I mean."
Draco laughed. "Baby? Merlin, you can't be serious. I'm not your baby, and I'm certainly not your belonging."
The man Draco had been seeing for the past few months - a man eight years his senior, attractive, well-built, and nothing to complain about in bed until now - looked utterly confused.
He honestly has no idea how insulting his words are, Draco mused. At once, Draco came to a realisation.
"You don't know me at all."
One year later …
"Are you sure about this?" Harry asked.
"We've been together nearly ten months now," Draco insisted. "It's Blaise's birthday, and we're going. Together."
"You know I don't like to dance," Harry grumbled.
Draco pulled Harry into his arms and began swaying. "You like to dance with me."
"But you're different," came the petulant reply.
"Honestly, Harry, you don't have to dance with anyone if you don't want to." Draco pulled back and kissed Harry on the lips. "Except me, of course. But it would be the polite thing to do."
"Yeah, yeah. I'll dance." Harry grabbed Draco, dipped him dramatically, and gave him a chaste kiss. "But don't complain when I do."
***
Draco was seething. None other than Blaise's cousin was monopolising Draco's boyfriend on the dance floor, and Draco was stuck talking to the former Mrs Zabini about … well, he'd lost track ten minutes ago. His focus was firmly on Harry and --
Draco shot across the dance floor, leaving Blaise's mother mid-sentence, as the culprit's hand slipped just enough to rest on Harry's arse. He ignored the fact that Harry had immediately removed the offending appendage, and had pulled back out of Vic … Vance … what's-his-name's reach.
"Get your hands off him!" Draco snarled, pushing Blaise's cousin aside. "He's mine!"
***
"What are you laughing at?" Draco challenged a short while later, when they had arrived back at Harry's flat.
Harry tried to stop chuckling, and failed miserably. His shoulders shook as he answered. "It's just … well … possessive much?"
"You listen to me, Potter." Draco marched up to Harry, pressing his finger to Harry's chest to emphasise each word, as Harry backed himself against the wall. "You. Belong. To. Me."
"Is that so?" Harry's smile-turned-leer broke through Draco's annoyance.
"Yes," Draco insisted, trying to maintain his cool demeanour. "Do you have a problem with that?"
Harry shook his head and grabbed Draco by the front of his shirt. "Not at all."
"Good."
Harry pulled Draco's body against his own, then twined his hands through Draco's hair. Harry pulled him in for a long, luxurious kiss that made Draco's toes curl. Just as things were getting properly heated up, Harry pulled Draco's head back, still clutching his hair. "Just so we're clear, Malfoy."
"Mm?"
"You --" Harry let his hands slide down Draco's back until they rested on Draco's arse, then he ground their erections together. "-- belong to me, too."
Draco slammed his lips against Harry's, desperately staking his claim, mapping every inch of Harry's mouth, overwhelmed by his need, his desire for Harry. His need and desire to be Harry's.
Draco pulled back to catch his breath, and as he looked into Harry's lust-filled eyes, he knew the longing he saw there was reflected in his own.
"I'm yours, Harry. All yours."