No Nut November: Day Two
NSFW, Dramione
“Alright, how are you acting so calm?”
They’re at the Leaky, enjoying a fire-whisky or two on a Wednesday night. A mid-week tradition they’ve taken to calling it.
A requirement to ‘get over the hump’.
NSFW, Dramione
“Alright, how are you acting so calm?”
They’re at the Leaky, enjoying a fire-whisky or two on a Wednesday night. A mid-week tradition they’ve taken to calling it.
A requirement to ‘get over the hump’.
Draco had never fully appreciated their chosen phrasing until now.
He was drinking away his ultimatum-ed abstinence and trying to forget it existed.
“Calm?” Harry looks at Draco from the corner of his eye, flicking them back sharply over to his fiancée who twirls Hermione—
He was drinking away his ultimatum-ed abstinence and trying to forget it existed.
“Calm?” Harry looks at Draco from the corner of his eye, flicking them back sharply over to his fiancée who twirls Hermione—
—around next to their booth.
The music playing is only a selection of old Tom’s dusty classical shit but, in his drunken stupor, Theo has taken to dancing along like it’s Cotton Eyed Joe.
Hermione, enjoying a well-deserved night off, claps and joins in.
The music playing is only a selection of old Tom’s dusty classical shit but, in his drunken stupor, Theo has taken to dancing along like it’s Cotton Eyed Joe.
Hermione, enjoying a well-deserved night off, claps and joins in.
Draco might have laughed along under normal circumstances but Hermione’s blouse has a /wonderful/ neckline that shows off her gals exquisitely.
They bounce up and down like Olympic gold winning trampolinists and Draco wants to be the one to place that medal around her neck.
They bounce up and down like Olympic gold winning trampolinists and Draco wants to be the one to place that medal around her neck.
“Yes! I feel like I’ve got fucking ants in my pants.”
Harry scowls, “If you’re talking about what I /think/ you’re talking about, I don’t want to know. Keep your flea-ridden pants and dirty thoughts about my best friend to yourself.”
Harry scowls, “If you’re talking about what I /think/ you’re talking about, I don’t want to know. Keep your flea-ridden pants and dirty thoughts about my best friend to yourself.”
Draco groans in frustration, “You’re the only one I can talk to about this”
“Not true. What about Theo?”
“Oh, yeah. Great idea. ‘Hey Theo, I’ve got a massive fucking stalk on for Granger and I can’t do a thing about it. You know what he’d say back to me? ‘Same’.”
“Not true. What about Theo?”
“Oh, yeah. Great idea. ‘Hey Theo, I’ve got a massive fucking stalk on for Granger and I can’t do a thing about it. You know what he’d say back to me? ‘Same’.”
Harry turns his full body towards Draco, pushing his black-framed glasses up his nose.
“I /said/ I didn’t want to know. But fine. Theo would be just find it all hilarious. What is it you want from me? I doubt you want to hear my thoughts on the subject”
“I /said/ I didn’t want to know. But fine. Theo would be just find it all hilarious. What is it you want from me? I doubt you want to hear my thoughts on the subject”
“I do. I really do. How do I do this? I need her to marry me, Potter, but I’m only a man with a weakness for—“
“/Please/ stop, Malfoy. Okay? I don’t enjoy the parts you have a weakness for so I can’t exactly sympathise,” he sighs. “It’s only been two days that you’ve gone—
“/Please/ stop, Malfoy. Okay? I don’t enjoy the parts you have a weakness for so I can’t exactly sympathise,” he sighs. “It’s only been two days that you’ve gone—
—without sex. Without going into detail, you and she must have done that before?”
“Not since we started dating. I stared at Granger for the ENTIRETY of my eighth year at Hogwarts knowing it’d never convince her to fuck me but do you know what I did have access to back then?”
“Not since we started dating. I stared at Granger for the ENTIRETY of my eighth year at Hogwarts knowing it’d never convince her to fuck me but do you know what I did have access to back then?”
“Please don’t say—“
“My /hands/,” Draco holds them up as though putting the image in Harry’s mind would help matters.
It didn’t.
“I /will/ vomit. /And/ uninvite you from the wedding if you carry on like this for the entire month.”
“My /hands/,” Draco holds them up as though putting the image in Harry’s mind would help matters.
It didn’t.
“I /will/ vomit. /And/ uninvite you from the wedding if you carry on like this for the entire month.”
Draco’s lips part in shock, “And leave Theo without a best man? Are you mad? He wouldn’t show up to the damn thing. That’s not to suggest he doesn’t love you or anything but… look at him…”
Both Draco and Harry watch Theo guzzle back a pint of butter beer and fall into a—
Both Draco and Harry watch Theo guzzle back a pint of butter beer and fall into a—
—nearby table, with a grin the size of the Cheshire cat’s on his face. All with a foam moustache spread over his top lip.
“…he’d get himself killed on the way”
“Point made. You can come to make sure my /husband/ behaves. He does need looking after but he’s cute, isn’t he?”
“…he’d get himself killed on the way”
“Point made. You can come to make sure my /husband/ behaves. He does need looking after but he’s cute, isn’t he?”
“Just /darling/. Now HELP me”
“What’s in it for me?”
“Aren’t you Gryffindors supposed to live to save the poor and injured or something? Rather than ask for payment upfront? Snake,” Draco jokes and takes a swig from his tumbler of whisky.
“What’s in it for me?”
“Aren’t you Gryffindors supposed to live to save the poor and injured or something? Rather than ask for payment upfront? Snake,” Draco jokes and takes a swig from his tumbler of whisky.
“Since I know Hermione’s plan is going to give me no end of grief for the next few weeks, I’ll help you but only if you make my life easier”
“What do you want?”
“For you to never bother me with this kind of question ever again.
“What do you want?”
“For you to never bother me with this kind of question ever again.
It makes my skin crawl thinking about—,” gag, “…what you want to do to—,” retch.
“Fine. Deal. Now tell me.”
“Okay well you know those god-awful lessons you had with Snape on Occlumency?”
“Yeah?” Draco sits forward, all ears.
“Fine. Deal. Now tell me.”
“Okay well you know those god-awful lessons you had with Snape on Occlumency?”
“Yeah?” Draco sits forward, all ears.
“Use it to block out all thought of sex. Dull your mind whenever you see or imagine something arousing like… I don’t know—/fuck/, what do straight blokes like anyway?”
Draco turns his head, watching Hermione’s caramel curls tickle the olive skin of her cleavage.
“Tits.”
Draco turns his head, watching Hermione’s caramel curls tickle the olive skin of her cleavage.
“Tits.”
“Yeah, there you go”
Draco’s pants tighten and the material bunches at his crotch. He covers it as discreetly as he can but it must be obvious to anyone watching who he’s been gawping at all evening.
“You’re /supposed/ to be helping me!”
Draco’s pants tighten and the material bunches at his crotch. He covers it as discreetly as he can but it must be obvious to anyone watching who he’s been gawping at all evening.
“You’re /supposed/ to be helping me!”
“I am!” Harry tuts when he notices where Draco’s hands are placed. “Try it. Turn off your mind. Feel it.”
“Oh I /feel/ it. That is literally my problem, Potter.”
“The occlumency! It’s how I’ve been ignoring Theo’s open collar tonight. He still has the bite marks from our—
“Oh I /feel/ it. That is literally my problem, Potter.”
“The occlumency! It’s how I’ve been ignoring Theo’s open collar tonight. He still has the bite marks from our—
last rendezvous on show and yet… nothing.”
Draco takes a peak at Harry’s *cough* lower half under the table. Not a strain or bulge in sight.
“Alright. Let’s try it your way.”
He focuses his mind and grasps the thought of Granger’s soft, kissable breasts, pushing it back.
Draco takes a peak at Harry’s *cough* lower half under the table. Not a strain or bulge in sight.
“Alright. Let’s try it your way.”
He focuses his mind and grasps the thought of Granger’s soft, kissable breasts, pushing it back.
Until its a distant tingling on his senses. Before too long, he feels his heart rate slow, his body unclench and his breathing normalise.
His raging erection silences itself, going back to sleep.
Thank Merlin.
“Better?” Harry smirks.
His raging erection silences itself, going back to sleep.
Thank Merlin.
“Better?” Harry smirks.
“/So/ much better,” Draco sighs in relief.
“Now you just need to maintain that for another 28 days and she’ll be slipping that ring on her finger like a shot.”
Harry pats Draco’s back in goodbye and walks to collect Theo, pulling the drunk out of the bar to go home.
“Now you just need to maintain that for another 28 days and she’ll be slipping that ring on her finger like a shot.”
Harry pats Draco’s back in goodbye and walks to collect Theo, pulling the drunk out of the bar to go home.
Back at their own house, Draco brags of his invincible new skill. Like a moron.
Granger always had a trick up her sleeve and even though he knew some part of her wanted to become his wife, she just /had/ to prove a point.
He should have seen it coming.
Granger always had a trick up her sleeve and even though he knew some part of her wanted to become his wife, she just /had/ to prove a point.
He should have seen it coming.
There, laying on the bed, was a vibrator and a porn movie. /Their/ porno. The one he’d asked her to make for their one month anniversary.
She sticks it on the telly box and pulls down her knickers. His jaw drops deeper and faster than a lead weight in the Atlantic Ocean.
She sticks it on the telly box and pulls down her knickers. His jaw drops deeper and faster than a lead weight in the Atlantic Ocean.
“I hate you,” he whines, watching her play with herself.
“It doesn’t look like it there,” she points at the screen, a sinful smile on her lips.
“Just a taste. I won’t come”
“You know the rules. Now watch”
Hermione tips her head back as her juices ruin their new bedsheets.
“It doesn’t look like it there,” she points at the screen, a sinful smile on her lips.
“Just a taste. I won’t come”
“You know the rules. Now watch”
Hermione tips her head back as her juices ruin their new bedsheets.
His new plan is officially in tatters
“What were you saying about that skill you’ve learned?”
Her chest rises steadily and she sucks her wet fingers into her mouth.
He grumbles a quick “doesn’tfuckingmatternow” and takes himself to the shower, the water running icy cold.
FIN
“What were you saying about that skill you’ve learned?”
Her chest rises steadily and she sucks her wet fingers into her mouth.
He grumbles a quick “doesn’tfuckingmatternow” and takes himself to the shower, the water running icy cold.
FIN
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