#my issue with writing microfics is i always wish i could use more words and build a proper atmosphere... argh!

[dracognition]

for the tropes mash-ups, 86 and 100?? please?! (or whatever takes your fancy!)

86: i didn't mean to turn you on + 100: accidentally saving the day send me a trope mash-up!

Really, it only happened because he was on edge about Malfoy touching him so much.

"You are going to a ball hosted by--and I'm not sure if you're aware of this--an actual prince," he said, tapping his wand against Harry's waist to adjust the size of his shirt. "And you're embarrassing the Ministry by dressing like this; I've always said so." His free hand was wrapped around Harry's wrist, apparently to make sure he didn't run, but his grip was firm against his pulse point and unexpectedly warm and all Harry could do to not lunge at him was focus on anything other than his long fingers or the soft curve of his mouth.

So he stared unblinkingly at the ceiling and catalogued sounds: the rustling of his suit as it readjusted itself, the pleased hum Malfoy made when he was satisfied, the soft footsteps padding across the room--

--Wait, Harry thought, and aimed his wand toward the noise. "Stupefy," he said, still staring at the ceiling. He heard a grunt and a thud and felt Malfoy backing away, and after a moment spent collecting himself he followed.

"Oh, hey," he said, peering down at the man he'd just knocked out. "This was the guy who was targeting the prince, wasn't it? That's convenient."

Malfoy's eyes were wide. "You didn't even look," he said. "That--was irresponsible."

"I knew where he'd be," replied Harry defensively, and Malfoy swallowed. He glanced down again, wordlessly cast a Full Body-Bind, and glanced back at Malfoy, who was now staring at him with an expression Harry didn't dare parse. "Er," he said. "D'you reckon we should get going?"

"Threat neutralised," said Malfoy, his voice low and rough. "We could probably just call in and skip the event."

Harry frowned. "But you like those stupid parties."

Malfoy stepped forward, his cool fingers reaching up for Harry's jaw. "I can think of better ways to spend my time," he said, and Harry was about to ask what could possibly be better to him than kissing some prince's arse, but then Malfoy leaned in and kissed him so hard he stumbled back and Harry suddenly wasn't too bothered about the ball either.

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #hp #mine #writing #tackytiger #ask #my issue with writing microfics is i always wish i could use more words and build a proper atmosphere... argh! #super fun prompt though thank you for humouring me tacky :P!