hd365_mod (hd365_mod) wrote in hd_365, @ 2006-05-11 20:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | prompt 10: fantasy, wook-fic |
Thursday Fic: Fantasies
Original poster: wook77
Title: Fantasies
Author: wook77
Prompt: Fantasy
Warnings: Slight crack
Summary: Harry has a meeting. It goes from there.
A/N: If I give any more of a summary, it would totally ruin the story, sorry.
When Merryweather entered the conference room, Harry had to bite back a grin. The inside of his cheek was slowly starting to ooze blood. The taste was enough to make Harry gag and thankfully distracted him long enough that he didn’t completely lose his composure in front of the team assembled.
“This,” Merryweather turned his bulbous body around to stick a photograph on the board at the head of the table, “is our target.” As he turned around again, his arse brushed the photograph, causing it to stick to his hind end.
“Consider him gobble dangerous. We think he’s hiding gobble a very large cache of gobble illegal potions and imported creatures.” As Merryweather rambled on about the possible potions and creatures, the inside of Harry’s lip became progressively more and more bloody.
Merryweather, in a pink-feathered turkey suit with a photograph of an angry felon on his back end put his feathered arms on his hips as he glared at the room. The effect was ruined by the large chartreuse gobbler hanging from his chin and the feathers sprouting from between his eyes.
The laugh sputtered out as Harry looked from the large pink beast in front of him to the rest of the room’s occupants. Tonks was grinning, Remus was taking notes diligently, Moody’s eye was twirling and Draco was staring at him. No one really seemed to be reacting to Merryweather in his pink turkey suit.
“I’m trying to gobble conduct a meeting here. Pay attention gobble!” Harry broke eye contact with Draco and looked down at his notepad. There was no way that he would make it through the meeting if he stared at Merryweather as he continued to gobble his way through the rest of the details.
“The most dangerous of the creatures is,” was that a foot in his crotch? Harry tuned out of the ramblings as he felt the toes wiggle against his cock. Looking across the table, Draco smirked back at him. Harry quickly mouthed stop it but Draco merely cocked an eyebrow.
Quicker than Harry thought possible, Draco looked once to Merryweather at the front of the room (photograph still glaring out from his arse) and then slid under the table. The distinct snick of a zipper lowering echoed through the room as the chilled air of the room hit his cock.
The suddenness of the change hardened him even as Draco’s mouth engulfed his prick. The hands that surrounded him were almost painfully chilled as well as they grasped the base firmly and gave a small twist.
The gobbling continued but all Harry heard was a buzz as his head hit the back of the chair and his eyes closed. He couldn’t believe that Draco was blowing him here in the middle of a meeting and no one around him was reacting.
“Something to add, Potgobbleter?” Harry looked up to see Merryweather bearing down on him.
“Err, nothing, sir.” As Harry frantically searched for something to add, Draco gave a particularly hard suck and the sir came out on a moan.
“What’s going on here?” The tail end of the feathers hit Harry in the face as Merryweather pulled Harry’s chair backwards and twisted to see what was going on. Draco’s mouth pulled off Harry’s prick with a loud pop but he merely grinned up at the man.
“I’m giving Potter a blowjob. It increases productivity.” Draco looked angelic as Harry’s face flamed.
“Carry on.” Merryweather’s backend hit Harry in the face again as Merryweather waddled to the front of the room once more. Draco sucked Harry down as the meeting continued.
“What do you think of the suggestion put forth by Moody, Potter?” Harry sat up abruptly. He’d been too involved in the…
Wait a second. Merryweather wasn’t in a pink turkey suit. In fact, he was in his normal attire. As Harry scanned the room, he noticed everyone was staring at him… including Draco, across the table.
It had all been a fantasy. He’d been daydreaming in the meeting about Merryweather in a pink turkey suit. For a brief instant, he wondered what Professor Trelawny would have had to say about that before he scrambled to think of something to say.
“I’m willing to go along with the group consensus, sir.” Draco adjusted his reading glasses before smirking across the table as Merryweather went back to rambling along.
Soon, the meeting concluded and Harry had no clue what they’d been discussing. The occupants stood and gathered their things before making their way out of the room. Conversation was sparse other than Tonks asking Remus to lunch.
Harry and Draco entered an elevator and Harry was relieved to see that, other than a couple of interoffice memos fluttering around his head, they were the only occupants. Draco adjusted the glasses sitting on his nose before turning to Harry.
“What were you dreaming about, Potter?” Draco’s sardonic tone told Harry that at least one of the participants knew that he’d been fantasizing.
“Merryweather.” Draco’s smirk disappeared to a look of shocked horror. “Not that way, you prat. I kept seeing him in a pink turkey suit and he kept gobbling. Then, you slid under the table and were giving me a blowjob.”
The smirk reappeared as Draco stopped the elevator. “We can take care of that part. But I’ll want to hear more about whatever a turkey is.”
With that, Draco fell to his knees as he opened Harry’s trousers.