Apr. 25th, 2017 05:06 pm
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Title: Field trips
Author: [personal profile] bixgirl1
I am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/no) yes
Challenge: drinking?
Summary: Asthe muggle studies professor, Harry needs some help chaperoning his field trip. He doesn't know if i's better or worse that Malfoy volunteered.
Rating/Warnings: explicit
Word count: 2100
Author's Notes (if any): blow job, ust bad fliritng, professors, camping.

“This is not camping,” Malfoy complained.

Harry snorted. “I’m surprised you even know what camping is.”

“Of course I do,” Malfoy sniffed. He leaned against a gnarled tree on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, looking completely posh and equally useless as everyone around them fumbled to construct their capsite. “I’ll have you know I went on camping expositions with my friends all the time as a child.”

“I’m surprised you even know what those are, either,” Harry muttered under his breath. Malfoy shoot him a narrow look and Harry sighed. “I suppose you used to set up a three storey wizarding tent complete with a house-elf at your beck, right?”

Looking vaguely ruffled, Malfoy’s unsettling silver gaze slid away. “It wasn’t three storeys.”

Harry laughed outright. “Two?” he guessed mockingly. Malfoy shrugged, and Harry continued. “Come help me. Set a good example for the kids.”

Grudgingly, Malfoy pushed off his tree and headed forward. Harry had given brief instructions on setting up a Muggle tent to the children and other professors who had come with them, but Malfoy had apparently not paid attention to one wod because the first thing he did was brandish the tent pole Harry handed him like it was a wand, successfully hitting Harry, who was laning over to unravel the tent, in the face with it.

“Fuck! Ow!”

“Language, Potter,” Malfoy reproved, lokoing delighted as Harry removed his cracked glasses and sent a quick Occulus Reparo to them. “What will the children say?”

“That you had it coming, probably,” Harry grumbled.

Malfoy looked down at the flexible plastic bole in his hands. “I don’t see we can’t just use magic to assemble these things, if we’re going to be forced to spend the night in them,” he said, changing tactics from complaining to bargaining.

“I teach Muggle Studies, Malfoy.”

“I’m, not seeing the connection,” Malfoy said blankly.

“Right.” Harry rolled his eyes. “Why did you even volunteer, then?”

Malfoy snickered and Harry looked up to him. They locked eyes. “I’m fairly certain you know why,” he said.

Harry flushed. He grabbed the pole from Malfoy’s hands—he was making a semi-obscene gesture with it—and muttered, “fine. Don’t help, them.”

Malfoy got an infuriatingly smug look on his face and took a few steps back to lean against the tree again. Harry huffed and set to work constructing the tent, mostly because he didn’t want to have to look up to meet Malfoy’s amused gaze again.

Though they had both been professors at Hogwarts for the last few years, something had—well, sort of happened with Malfoy in the last six months. Harry wasn’t exactly sure what, because their levels of antagosnims were as nearly as high has they’d haver been. But several months ago, Malfoy had joined Harry, Luna, and Neville for a drink at the Three broomsticks. When Neville and Luna had begun their inevitable snogging at the end of the night, Malfoy had placed a casual hand on Harry’s thigh.

“Looks like fun, doesn’t it,” he’d breathed into Harry’s ear. Harry shuddred, then inched away.

“They always do that.”

“Because it’s fun,” Malfoy persisted.

“Well, yeah,” Harry mumbled nto his drink. “With the right person.”

“Oh ho, Potter. I assure you it can be even more fun with the wrong one.” Malfoy’s smile had been positively wicked, and Harry had wanted to lick it off his face.

Only—it was Draco fucking Malfoy.

After that it got worse; little comments made about Malfoy enjoying potions with thick, creamy ingreadiants, telling Harry that at least his hair made him look like he recently been shagged and if he was going for the look, shouldn’t he live up to the reputation? And then, upon getting locked into Malfoy’s potions cupboard (something Harry still wasn’t convinced was an accident) things had very nearly come to a head when Malfoy had stalked up to him, no jokes or words or compliments, and buried his nose the curve of Harry’s neck.

“You smell good,” he’d purred. Harry could still hear low, patrician tones in his head at night when he replayed the moment. His cock had grown brutially hard in an instant, and his hands had automatically sought Draco’s hips. Draco had pulled his head away far enough to look into Harry’s eyes intently. “How long are you going to avoid this?”

“Avoid what?” Harry asked shakily.

Malfoy rolled his hips forward, bringing the stiff riege of of his cock into full content with Harry’s, making Harry groan. “This,” he said pointedly, and Harry wanted to die from list.

But then one of Malfoy’s helpful students had begun rattling at the door, and they’d broken away. It had cost Harry all of his control, hlf of his mind, and the rest of his warnking lube tucked away in his bedside drawer. And MAlofy hadn’t approached him since.

Not that he was still sure how he felt about it,r eally. But they were adults, teachers even, and even Ron didn’t hate Malfou so much any more. (Well, he did, but was willing to shut about it. Sometimes.)

He ignored Malfoy and finished stetting up the tent. When it was done, it was a little lopsides but it would do for the night—the was supposed to be warm, anyway, and they’d had some good plans ahead of them.

He stalked away from the tent to supervise others, avoiding Mafloy’s smirk. After a a moment, Malfoy followed and actually seemed rather adept at helping the students with their tenets. Futher crumbling Harry’s control was that everybody seemed to *like* Malfoy so much; he was popular with a the students and professors alike, and had even helped to form a relationship with Firenze!

When everyone was set up to satisfaction of the suerpvisors, Harry decides to show everyone how to light a campire. This was easier said than done, considering his own muggle upbringing hadn’t allowd for leaning out to light a fire with two sticks. Surprisingly, it was Malfor who offered to help--atfet letting Hary make a fool of himself for about thirty minutes.

He crouched down carefully nexto Harry and took the sticks from his hands. It looked sinful, the way he twilled and rubbed them togerher, ad it was even worse what he was doing with his thumb; these low, lazy strokes over the tob of the rounded stick. Harry heard himself start breaithing funny. “Ill leave you to it, then,” he said quietly. Malfoy snickered and said, “Stay. It’s always better when you have help rubbing two stick together.”

The children gathered around them were watching curiously and Harry alowered from his kneel onato his arse to better conceal his arousal which was pressing abruptly into the front of his jeans. After a few minutes of being unable to pull is gaze rom Malfoy’s suddenly burning one, Harry pulled out his wand and sent a Incenduo to the piled of little fire things.

“All right, everyone!” he announced loudly as mlfoy blinked, startled. “Time for a wbreak! Feel free to change into your swimsuts for a dip in the lake -desigated areas only!-or read from Muggle camping guides until diner!”

Harry hopped upnd dusted off his backside before marching over to Luna to ask if she could supervise the swimmers. Hannah was available to watch the rest of the kids, silently nodding at Hary’s terse explination that he and Malfoy needed to talk. Then he stomped back over to where Malfoy was still sitting by the now-roaring fire and hauled him up by his forearm. Malfoy stumbled after him, scathing objectings pouring from his nmouth as Harry wrestled them inside the tent.

“What the hell—Potter you’re gong mad—all because of a litte teasing—I didn’t even try to touch you!”

Harry cast his wand at the tentl, zipping it shut, and flicked a few silencing spells up. Malfoy’s outrage seemed to die in his throat, which was good because Harry fully intended on putting somrthing else thehre in the near future. In fact-

“Get on yuour knees.”

Malfoy’s eyes widened. “Potte,” he said cautiously, liked he was talking to a wild centaur, “Have you lost your senses?”

“I don’t know, Malfoiy,” Harry returned beligerantly, “Have I? Put your mouth whee your mouth is.”

Malfoiy stared at him. “You dodn’t think I will, do you?”

Harry sucked in a breath. “Actually he admitted in a tight voice, “I’m counting on it.”
Malfo smirked.

He dropped to his knees.

His hands camed up to quickly undo Harrys fly. “Why the changed in attutides?” he asked conversationally, even as his long fingers tugged Harry’s jeans down to his thighs.

“Not a change,” Harry said breathlessy, “Same attitude. Sick of waiting for you to come on to me again.”

“Thought you’d run again if I did,” Malfoy breathed out. He skimmed his hand over the tneting in Harry’s pants, encircling his erction and giving it a few rough, fabric-coveted pulls. Harry groaned and jeked his hips forward. “We’ve been leading this to for a while,” Malfoy said, then released Harry’s cock. “Haven’t we?” He tugged his pants down, and Harry’s cock sprang free, bobbing in his face. Malfoy’s eyes seemed to cross for a moment. Then he took a deep breath and sucked Harry down.

“Five goddamn year,” Harry moaned as his cock was engulfed in the slippery heat of Malfoy’s tongue. He didn’t give at damn if he was admitteing to having wanted the other man since he was twnety; besides, how do you keep secrets like that when your cock is down their throat?

Malfou made a surprised sound, stilling for a minute in the sunful ministrations of his tongue, then began bobbing is head faster. His tongue swirled strange patterns on the underside of Harry’s cock, and spit dribbled out of the sides of his mnouth; he made slupring noises with every inward such, and Harry couldn’t figure out whcih of these things he liked the best.

Malfoy’s tongue. Had to be his tonue.

Malfoy peeked up with a devious little grin, lips stretched obscenelt as Harry stared down at him. He hollowed out his cheeks, making his cheekbones stand ouet in modelsque relief. Both of Harry’s hands fell to Malfoy’s hair and he gripped handfuls of the fine strands like he’d always wanted to, and then Malfoy moaned, too, his hands coming up to cup Harry’s balls, and roll them in his hands, and Harry shuddered. He gave up the concept of gentle and began fucking his face, shoving his prick deeper into Malfoy’s mouth.

It only seemed to spur the other man on. His hand began tugging on Harry’s balls, had drawn up tight against his body, and relaxed his throat to impossible measures, enough so that on each of Harry’s inward hrusts, almost the full length of his cock disappeared. His eyes were opened wide and had begun to water, and just that—the wet ribbon that streaked out of the corner of his eye as he sucked harry off—was so unbelievably erotic that Harry cried out and came. His cock plised and jerked against Malfoy’s tongue and the other man just continued to take it, rolling his watering eyes up to meet Harry’s stunned ones as Harry continued to shot long streams of come down his throat in what had to be the most intense cilmax of his life.

Hhis knees wobbled as he continued to lick him, slower now, aklmost lazily and Harry twitched with an overloaded of sensation as Malfoy’s mouth became getnle and careful as he finised cleaning Harry’s cock in the fafterman of his orgasm. His fingers loosened slowly in Malfou’s hair, and he slowly drew off him, then qurirked a satisfied smeile upward.

“Did you come?” harry demanded roughtly.

Malfou raised his eyrbwos and he glanced down at his own trousers, which were hanging open, his soften cock still flushed and resting outside his pants. There were splatters of come on Harry’s hing boots. “You can take care fof it the next time.”:

Harry gave him a lazy grin. Don’t froget to write about how the tent smalker but thet can still stand because it’s muggle. Harry came down on his knees just as Malfoy drew up higher onto his and he twisted them so thet were lying side by side on the downy sleepying bags.

“Ten years, really?” Mslfoy asked aas Harry waved his want and vanshined their clothing.

Harry looked at him. “How long has been for you?’

Malfoy’s eyds became heated. “ Longer,” he he growled, then pressed his mouth to Harry’s. Harry’s breath caught; he opened his mouth under Mafloy’s in a surpsingly sweet kiss that made him dizzy and went onand on.

When he finally puilled away, he titled his forehead so it was touhcning Harry’s. “As it turns out,” he murmured, “muggles may have a good idea about this wole camping thing.”

Harry chucked. He kissed him again and pulled him closer. “Just wait til I untroduce you to roasted marhsmallows.”

Date: 2017-04-25 11:06 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] rabbit_says
A hot tale of camping seduction! Almost makes me want to go camping.

Date: 2017-04-30 08:08 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] bixgirl1
I so wish I had thought to use that title! "A Hot Tale of Camping Seduction." lol. :)

Date: 2017-04-25 11:09 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ruinsplume
Loved the UST, and this taketheinitiative!Malfoy.

Date: 2017-04-30 08:08 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] bixgirl1

Date: 2017-04-25 11:20 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sdk
Oh that UST was delicious! Especially that scene in the cupboard. UNF. Love how Draco just teases Harry so much he can't stand it. :D So yummy.

And I love this little interjection: Don’t froget to write about how the tent smalker but thet can still stand because it’s muggle. LOL!!!

Date: 2017-05-01 02:08 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] bixgirl1
Lolol. Thanks! This whole thing was so much fun; mostly what I remember was being so proud to be able to work in centaurs somehow. Lol. ;)

Date: 2017-04-25 11:26 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] lq_traintracks
I really enjoyed this! I loved that line of Draco's about how good it was to kiss the wrong one instead. Lovely! And I loved Harry insisting that he hadn't changed his attitude and that it was the same attitude and that he'd been waiting for Draco to come on to him again. Great job, MA!

Oh and the cupboard scene! Draco's face in Harry's neck. Unf!
Edited Date: 2017-04-25 11:27 pm (UTC)

Date: 2017-04-30 08:11 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] bixgirl1
lol; thank you! I'm equally pleased and dismayed with how understandable this was. ;) I think next time I'll start with the tequila and wait until I'm well and truly out of it to begin typing, because those were the funnest.

Date: 2017-04-26 02:55 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] icicle33
I loved how persistant Draco was in this. And that cupboard scene omg..i felt the UST with Harry. The whole thing was great, but this was my fav part. It just describes a drunken night perfectly.

"Oh ho, Potter. I assure you it can be even more fun with the wrong one.” Malfoy’s smile had been positively wicked, and Harry had wanted to lick it off his face.

Date: 2017-04-30 08:13 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] bixgirl1
Thanks! I'm a bit in love with that line, too; I'm almost sad I wrote it in this because idk where it came from and now I'm wondering if my best lines will only ever happen when I've been drinking. lolol

Date: 2017-04-26 03:10 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] reg_flint
“What will the children say?”
“That you had it coming, probably,” Harry grumbled

In the way that Draco wants it, indeed!

Date: 2017-04-26 04:43 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] alisanne
Mm, sizzling hot!
Draco is yummy here. And that line about kissing the wrong one was brilliant!
Also, the reminder to yourself about what not to forget made me LOL.
Awesome job!

Date: 2017-04-30 08:13 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] bixgirl1
Thanks! lol. I was so surprised not to be completely horrified with how this came out. ;) I'm glad you liked!

Date: 2017-04-27 04:22 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] tjs_whatnot

Date: 2017-04-30 08:13 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] bixgirl1
Thanks! <3

Date: 2017-04-27 06:55 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] digthewriter
aw... loved this.

Date: 2017-04-30 08:14 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] bixgirl1
Aww, thank you!

Date: 2017-04-30 08:16 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] bixgirl1
LOL. Thank you! This fest was awesome; I'll definitely be participating again. :D

Date: 2017-04-28 07:06 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] lightofdaye
Very fun story. I do love the idea of Harry as a Muggle Studies professor and how it worked into the camping theme.

Date: 2017-04-30 08:16 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] bixgirl1
Thank you so much!

Date: 2017-05-01 12:12 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] magpie_fngrl
Oh this was great! The cupboard scene was wow, I loved it, as well as the banter and the line about kissing the wrong one. The little note to self about the tent is 1000% what I would prob do too 😊

Date: 2017-05-01 02:05 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] bixgirl1
Lololol. Thanks! I had fun writing this until the dizziness set in; you should definitely participate next time if you can. ;). <3


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