For the @drarrymicrofic | prompt: welcome words: 364
Malfoysexual 💚
Harry’s not attracted to Malfoy. He’s not! No matter what Ron says, he’s not Malfoysexual. Never mind Hermione’s exasperated looks. Malfoy is his partner. As in colleague, Ron!
What happens is not his fault. It’s the bloody iciness, numbing his brain, severing the connection to his mouth. They’ve been on this stakeout for hours, bored out of their minds. His synapses packed their bags for warmer climates hours ago.
He almost believes his own bullshit.
“What would you like when our shift ends?” Malfoy asks.
“I’d love a hot coc,” comes flying out of Harry’s mouth.
Malfoy lifts an eyebrow. He looks at Harry, and the eyebrow is still climbing. Harry, swimming in abject terror, wonders how high it can go. Maybe he should investigate. First, he has to save face, though.
“Cocoa! I meant cocoa! Hot cocoa!”
“Did you?” Malfoy’s devilish smile comes out to play.
“I didn’t mean the other thing!”
Oh God, I meant the other thing.
“I think you meant the other thing.”
Harry blinks and frantically searches his language centre for the right response. Whoever’s in the controls has scrambled the signals.
Malfoy leans closer, and his voice drops into a sexy gravel. “I can offer you a hot cocoa and a hot cock. Exclusively. And repeatedly. At a moment’s notice. Anytime, any day. In whichever order you prefer. Simultaneously, even. You’re welcome to both, either, or neither. The choice is yours.”
The bitter cold is a distant memory. Harry is busy with an unscheduled spontaneous combustion. Draco’s words are a promise of so much more, but he doesn’t have time to think as a gentle pop announces their replacements’ arrival on the scene.
“Perfect timing!” Draco says and winks. “Let’s fill them in and go home.” Without waiting for Harry’s response, he turns and starts walking.
One, two, three, Harry counts his steps. As if on cue, Draco stops and looks back at him, eyes smouldering. “Coming, Potter?”
“Only if you’re ready to handle the consequences.”
“Handle them? I plan to make them beg for more.”
Bastard! Harry thinks with an alarming affection, and as the air between them crackles, he cannot deny that he is, indeed, Malfoysexual.
