hackthis_archive | if at first you don't suceed

I've written three drabbles in 24 hours and hated them all. and then came this. i like this. now i can go play with warrior angel. he's like crack, really.

The Agreement

The Rules

He has never kissed Potter on the mouth. It’s part of the rules.

“Have you ever thought of investing in this brilliant invention called ‘a comb’?”

Draco’s fingers are tangled in a black mass that reminds him of squid ink, and he’s got Potter’s head at this completely unnatural angle. It has to hurt. Potter should be complaining loudly instead of relaxing in post-coital bliss. Draco is *not* relaxing. He is *not* satisfied. It’s only a figment of his very loud imagination, and he should not be lying on his school robes on the floor of some abandoned schoolroom with Harry Potter pressed against his side.

There’s a lot of nakedness occurring right now, and someone is going to come in at any moment and discover this little hideaway and Draco will be in detention forever. Detention will be the least of his worries, Draco would bet the Snitch on it. Besides, this sort of familiarity is not part of the agreement. Of course, it would be far easier to stick to the rules if Potter’s hair wasn’t so soft, and Potter wasn’t propped up on his elbow, drawing lazy circles on Draco’s chest with his fingers.

This is all against the rules. Draco knows this because he wrote them.

“I don’t like you, you know.”

The robes are sticking to the back of Draco’s legs, now, and he’s going to look like he fell off his broom when he walks back to the dungeon. Mussed hair, swollen mouth, and a smirk which would be distinctly out of place on anyone but him. Not that he actually cares – just as long as no one tries to smell him, at least. But Potter isn’t really that heavy against Draco’s side and there’s a draft. The smart thing to do is to pull Potter closer.

Draco is *not* stupid, and Potter is fine just where he is. He’s heavier when he’s on top. Not that Draco lets him on top that often, just every now and then to keep him happy, and just so that Draco can stare and touch without being obliged to do all the work. Not that it’s ever work, but if it *was*, he couldn’t actually stop and say so, part of the rules and all that.

“You don’t have to like me”

Potter tends to pant a lot when he’s on top, and he likes to bury his head in Draco’s neck. Sweat gathers at base of his spine, and Draco knows that because he holds on tightly. Fingernails and teeth and legs locked around Potter’s waist. Even when Draco’s not in control, he’s still in control, and he likes that Potter moans loudly. Draco likes that *a lot*. He likes it when he can bite Potter freely, and mark him as his own.

This hero belongs to Draco Malfoy.

“I hate you.”

The rules are about possession and agreements and what Draco wants. They have never been about what Potter wants, or what Potter needs, or the soft sigh that he makes when Draco enters him for the first time.

The rules are guidelines to keep Draco from doing anything stupid, like pulling Potter’s head back so he can kiss him on the mouth. The rules are supposed to be listened to. Draco has never been that good with rules, and when he tilts Potter’s head back at just the right angle he thinks the rules should go take a long walk. The rules are nothing when compared to strong lines and whispered sighs, and kissing Harry Potter.

“I know you do.”