Riposte

Hi! It’s me again! Thanks for all your wonderful responses regarding the writing of this story. As you can see I’ve decided to actually go ahead and post what I’ve done.

Pairing: Tom/Dan aka Draco/Harry

Warnings: This is essentially REAL PERSON SLASH! This deals with the ACTORS, more specifically Tom Felton and Daniel Radcliffe. It also has mention of other actors as well. It contains graphic mention of nudity and sexual acts between two MEN. I will not accept flames from people who have ignored these warnings then complain about them.

Author Notes: This idea just wouldn’t leave me alone. I’ve taken great liberty with the actors and to be honest they act more like their respective characters then themselves…but that’s to be expected in parts regardless. I’m well aware that at the time of filming PoA or GoF they wouldn’t have their own trailers or anything, but that was the way it worked out in my head.

Please note – this is pretty much just a humour piece – I wasn’t going for any big feeling other than to make people laugh, no angst, no sob-sob or anything vaguely like it really. Please enjoy and comment as it’s my first time writing for the Harry Potter fandom.

ANOTHER EDIT: Thanks ever so much to all those people who have pointed out that I've got Dan's original eye colour wrong, I didn't realise it was different to Harry's. Let's just say - for the sake of my fragile mind - that he's still got his contacts in or something :) But thanks to everyone who pointed it out and didn't flame me for such a gross inaccuracy! /hugs


Riposte
By Hellagoddess


“Hmm, okay, thanks for that”

Tom Felton smiled graciously at the make-up artist who had just finished adjusting his hair. When he’d fallen on the ground earlier for a scene, it had mussed up a bit and gotten some twigs in it apparently, which the young woman had eagerly enjoyed removing.

He guessed he’d never get used to this sudden adoration.

Since the last film, he’d shot up a great deal in height, towering over most of the cast, especially over his ‘school-rival’, Harry Potter. But he hadn’t been prepared for the focus on him to switch so drastically. From ‘aww, isn’t he cute’ to things he’d rather not consider the females on set to be thinking about him.

Besides, he was a taken man, even if no one actually knew it.

He glanced down at his school-robes, thinking about how he really should get out of costume, but an overwhelming wave of laziness drifted over him and he shrugged. It wasn’t like they didn’t have spares if he got it dirty. At last count they had over 7 Slytherin robes especially for him.

He checked his schedule briefly, seeing he had a rather huge break till another scene late that afternoon. His eyes flicked down the bit of paper, seeing that none of the major cast members were needed for a while. The lunch break was about to start and then there was a few hours work with a few minor characters and some extras.

A wolfish grin crossed his face as he strode across the set, waving away the invites to lunch and making his well-remembered way to a trailer set slightly apart from some of the others. Taking a deep breath and somewhat disbelieving he was still faintly nervous after all this time, he knocked lightly.

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Daniel Radcliffe had his eyes screwed shut, his hands making vain attempts at terrible air-guitar as he lay on his bed, his headphones plugged in.

He mouthed the lyrics, his head nodding slightly more violently as the song built up to the epic solo. Just as it was about to crash forth, propelling him into even larger paroxysms of pointless finger-waving, he heard a loud banging interrupt the song. His hazel eyes shot open and he pulled the earphones out, listening. The banging came again and he jumped up off the bed, and wandered to the door.

He squinted into the bright light as the door swung inward, a slightly disgruntled Tom standing in the doorway.

“Don’t you ever answer your door, Dan?! I’ve been out here for bloody ages!”

Daniel grinned, used to Tom’s manner and stepped back, motioning him inside quickly.

The door clicked shut after him and Dan had barely turned before Tom was pushing him up against it, his lips hot against the brunettes.

He smiled into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of Tom pressing the full length of his body against his. The blonde broke the kiss, and Dan smiled again at the predatory glint in his grey eyes, as Tom dragged them both over to the curtained off bedroom.

Tom pushed Dan down onto the bed, leaning over him to claim his lips again but Dan protested suddenly, turning his head to the side.

“Wait! Wait! What time is it?”

Tom rolled his eyes.

“It’s just gone…” He checked his watch. “…half twelve. AND!” He pressed a finger against Dan’s lips, silencing his next question. “And I’ve already checked your schedule for this afternoon, they don’t need you till 7pm.”

“But I have to…” He mumbled around Tom’s finger.

“No. Not one thing needs your attention other than this.” He pressed his hardening length down against Dan’s thigh, making him forget what he was about to say and lean upwards to catch Tom’s lips again.

The blonde make quick work of Dan’s shirt and pants, fending off his hands as they made to protest the undressing or do the same to the young man above him. His boxers slid down last, Tom dragging them over his thighs with his teeth much to Dan’s evident delight as his heavy erection twitched against his stomach.

The blonde grinned and licked a trail of nipping bites up the inside of his leg. He watched Dan’s face, his eyes glazing with desire, saw his chest rising with increasing breath and loved it. He was just about to wrap a hand around the shaft in front of him, when a hand stopped him.

“Wait.”

Tom looked up, an eyebrow furrowed, questioning.

“Tom…” Dan panted, his eyes suddenly becoming slightly clearer.

“Yeah?”

His hazel eyes darted to the side, and a slightly deeper flush graced his cheeks.

“Can you…do something for me?”

Tom raised his eyebrows, a smirk crossing his features. He flicked his head to the side slightly, to get some strands of blonde hair out of his gaze. He loved it when Dan got embarrassed about something sexual.

“Sure, what do you want me to do?”

Dan flushed even more.

“Um…can you…like, just this once mind you,…um…” He trailed off, mumbling and trying to hide his face.

“What? What did you say? I didn’t quite catch that…”

Dan raised his head again.

“Please don’t laugh.”

“Okay I won’t”

Dan took a deep breath and Tom’s curiosity sharpened ten-fold.

“Can you call me…”

“Call you what?”

“…Potter.”

Dan avoided his eyes, his face completely red as Tom blinked slowly.

“Call you Potter? You mean, like…pretend you’re…Harry?”

Dan nodded and bit his lower lip, his eyes only staying on Tom’s for seconds at a time.

Tom blinked again and sat back on his heels, still on the floor next to the bed between Dan’s splayed legs.

“So if you’re Harry…then…who am I?”

“Um…well…isn’t it obvious?” Dan tried to impart his meaning using his eyes and a strange head gesture that implied that Tom should have known immediately. Suddenly it all became clear.

“Draco? You want me to be Malfoy?”

Dan nodded again, looking hopeful and a bit excited.

Tom pressed his lips together in a thin line, trying not to smile.

“Yeah, I guess that’d be kinda…”

“Hot.” Dan provided, breath exploding in a rush.

Tom smirked, already feeling himself sinking into character. He stood quickly and slid his body down against Dan’s, loving the hitch in his breath as he felt Tom’s erection close to his own.

“Well I was going to say kinky, but whatever does it for you…” His voice lowered, becoming the one he used on set, but huskier, breath puffing against Dan’s ear. “…Potter.”

Dan’s eyes narrowed as his hips rocked up into Tom’s, the desire apparent on his face. They kissed again, Tom letting some of the Malfoy arrogance slide into the intimate embrace they were in. His hands gripped tighter, became more demanding. Dan felt the change and groaned.

Suddenly Tom pushed him away and got to his feet. Dan fell back on the bed, a confused and slightly hurt look on his face. Maybe Tom hadn’t liked the idea as much as he had let on. That thought disappeared the instant Tom turned around.

The whole way he held himself was different, head tilted up, grey eyes slanted with contempt and pride, Malfoy sneer firmly in place. Dan’s heart thumped in his chest as Tom’s eyes raked down his frame, laying him bare beneath that scornful gaze.

“Saint Potter!” Tom spat, lip curling and Dan’s erection twitched against his stomach, his mouth hanging open. “Look at you, The-Slut-That Lived, all spread out for me.” His lips twitched briefly in satisfaction. “Glad you finally realised that some wizards are better than others, Potter. Glad you finally came crawling back to your master.” He finished this little speech with a smirk, flicking his hair back out of his eyes, gaze dragging heavily up Dan’s flushed body.

The brunette’s breath hitched, his hips automatically rising slightly as Tom leaned forward, over him, his legs spreading in unconscious invitation.

Tom saw this and turned the condescending smirk up a notch.

“Can’t wait, can you, Potter? Can’t wait for me to fuck you.”

Dan nodded, his eyes glued to Tom’s hand as the fingertips ghosted up his naked leg. Tom’s robes were still closed, he was still fully dressed, and it reinforced the fact that Dan was completely on display, making him very vulnerable and very hot. Completely at the others mercy.

Tom smirked down at the flushed boy beneath him, feeling a surge of power at the desire in Dan’s gaze. He leaned down a bit further and felt something shift in his sleeve. He’d forgotten to take it out after the scene.

‘Oh perfect…’

Dan had raised his head, trying to graze his lips against Tom’s, but the blonde sneered and whipped his wand out of his sleeve, pressing the tip up against Dan’s neck in a threatening gesture.

“Not so quick, Potter. On my terms.”

Dan’s green eyes widened, his breath stuttered in his throat.

“Mal...foy…” He breathed, as Tom leant over him once again, his lips slowly descending onto the ones beneath him, smirking grey eyes smouldering into green.

Suddenly, the wand disappeared and Tom was leaning away again, back to himself, all traces of Malfoy arrogance gone.

“Wait! Wait, where’s those sodding glasses of yours?” Tom cast a glance about the room quickly. “You don’t look…‘Potter’ enough.”

Dan blinked on the bed, momentarily confused.

“Uh…”

Tom tuned on him quickly.

“Your glasses, man! Harry’s glasses!”

“Oh…oh right! Er…I think they’re…oh no! Wait! I took them back to Props after the scene this morning!”

Tom rolled his eyes.

“Well it’s not like I knew you’d go for this sort of thing!” Dan huffed, glancing away. “Can’t we just pretend that…oh! Hang on!” He leapt off the bed, pushing Tom aside and hurried to the set of built-in drawers. He opened the top one and began shoving things aside.

Tom sat on the bed, his wand hanging limply in his hand. He still wasn’t quite used to Dan’s bizarre trains of thought, even after all these years of knowing each other. They’d be having a civil, sane conversation and then suddenly Dan’s mind would take the service lane and end up on a completely different part of the highway, possibly going against the traffic.

“Found them!” Dan grinned and turned around, triumphantly holding up a pair of glasses. “They might be a bit too small but they’ll do!”

Tom rose and took them out of his hand, examining the small bit of tape on the nosepiece.

“They’re from the first movie.” Dan explained. “Before Emma fixes them on the train. Props said I could keep them as a memento.” Tom nodded in understanding, handing them back. Dan put them on and suddenly became so very…Potter. It made Tom smile.

“So…” Dan quirked an eyebrow. “Where were we?”

Tom jerked his head to the side. “Come on, Scarhead, up on the bed with you.”

Dan couldn’t help but smile at the joking tone and Tom slapped his bare ass as he walked past him. Dan turned on him with a scandalised look, his mouth hanging open.

“Shut your mouth Potter, before I decide to put something in it…” Tom threatened lightly, pushing Dan back towards the bed till he fell down upon it.

Dan felt himself slipping back into character easily despite the interruption.

“Like you’d have the guts, Malfoy. Your father isn’t here to hold me down for you.” He jibed, wriggling backwards further onto the bed as Tom leant over him again, wand at the ready.

“Oh?” A blonde eyebrow twitched upwards and the tip of his wand traced a path over Dan’s cheekbone and down under his chin where it suddenly pressed into his skin. “I don’t think I’ll need someone to hold you down for me, Potter. I think you’ll spread these slutty legs before I can even get the words out to ask.”

Dan’s eyelashes fluttered at the power that Tom was showing over him, his erection renewed again as the wand slid down his neck and over to his nipple where Tom lightly tapped it against the bud. Dan gasped, his eyes half-lidded. Tom smirked.

“You want it so bad, don’t you, Potter? Look how hard you are for me.” He gestured down to where Dan’s length was. Dan’s eyes followed his and he had the grace to blush as Tom breathed his ‘name’ again and his body jerked in response.

The wand continued its downward journey, circling Dan’s navel briefly, sliding through the drips of precome low on his stomach. Dan groaned when it slid lower, no longer able to watch as the hard tip ghosted over his balls and further down.

Suddenly the feeling was gone and just as quickly it was back, the length of wood now slick with something Tom has smeared on it. Dan closed his eyes, his mouth open as the wand circled his entrance.

“Potter.”

Dan’s eyes had a hard time opening as Tom pushed the wand forward slightly, his thighs parting further, knees coming up.

“Potter, look at me.”

Lust-hazy green opened to meet desire-filled grey. Dan choked on his breath as Tom slid the wand in and slowly began to fuck him with it.

“Oh…Malfoy…yes” He groaned, his eyes threatening to close as Tom tilted the wand slightly on the next thrust and the tip slid over his sweet spot.

Tom loved this. Loved watching Dan all flushed with need, arching his back as the wand slid slickly in and out of him. Loved the pure-blood name spilling over his lips as he gasped.

This was fast becoming a new fantasy of his. They’d have to role-play more often in the future.

His gaze skimmed amorously over Dan’s body, down to his heavy erection, weeping with need for Tom’s touch.

He suddenly wanted to taste it. Nothing was stopping him, so with no hesitation he reached down and curled his fist around Dan’s length giving it one rough stroke, then another as Dan’s breath stuttered in his throat. He swiped the pad of his thumb over the tip, collecting the precome gathering there.

Still fucking him slowly with the wand and knowing the brunette was watching his every move, he brought the digit to his mouth and sucked it lovingly, making an almost inaudible noise of pleasure, which he knew Dan had heard anyway.

“Need you, Malfoy…please.” The brunette moaned, his hands reaching down to bring Tom’s lips up to his own. The wand was pulled out and Tom quickly undid the front of his robe, pulling his pants down just enough to expose himself. He slicked his length with the lubricant he’d had in his pants pocket and used earlier on the wand.

He lined himself up but couldn’t resist one last bit of role-playing.

“What do you need, Potter?” He husked in Dan’s ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth as leg’s wrapped around his hips, urging him forward.

“Oh I want…I want…” Dan seemed delirious as Tom’s nimble fingers continued to stroke him, the insistent press of his erection against Dan’s entrance obviously too much of a distraction.

“Tell me, you dirty, half-blooded slut.” Tom whispered harshly. “Tell me you want this in you…” He punctuated his words with a tiny thrust forward, just barely breaching him.

Dan thrashed, arching his back, his legs pressing against Tom, trying to draw him forward.

“Oh I want it, I want you…please…Mal-Malfoy!” He half-wailed. Tom obliged him, a groan of satisfaction spilling over his lips.

/////////////

“So, Dan said he would come with us after lunch. You wanted to head off now, yeah?” Rupert Grint glanced at the girl walking beside him as they meandered away from the catering tables where they’d been eating lunch.

Emma Watson nodded, tucking her hair back behind and ear as it fell forward.

“Yeah he said he wanted to visit the new CD store that was opening up. We can get a lift with Joanne from make-up, she’s got that big van.”

Rupert stopped someone who was walking past.

“Have you seen Dan about?”

They shook their head and shrugged, gesturing towards the trailer area and continuing on their way.

Rupert and Emma continued wandering towards their co-star’s set-residence, talking about where they wanted to visit on the short trip to town. They didn’t get away from the set much, and wanted to make the most of it.

“…and I’ve heard the sell the biggest ice-” Emma suddenly cut off as they reached the trailer, a loud groan from inside making them both stop in their tracks.

Rupert’s eyebrows rose and he gave Emma an incredulous look, a slow grin making its way across his face.

“Was that Dan just now?” He whispered loudly.

Emma covered her mouth, eyes wide as she tried not to laugh when the groan was repeated and the trailer started to rock ever so slightly.

“Who do you ‘spose he’s with?” He whispered again, as they both edged closer to the window with the air of wanting to peek but not really wanting to see anything.

Emma shook her head slightly.

“I can’t think of anyone…I mean, there’s no girls on set he pays that much attention to…to…you know…” She gestured at the door, her lips compressed into a thin line as she tried not to smile. More noise came from the trailer.

“OH God! Yes…YES!”

“Seems to be enjoying himself…” Rupert smirked, idly thinking of all the friendly blackmailing he could get out of this when the train of thought was abruptly cut off.

“Give it to me! Harder! Oh…Malfoy!”

Both their mouths dropped open in identical reactions of shock. They turned towards each other, speechless.

‘Malfoy?! What?’

Emma couldn’t stop herself. She crept up to the window, and tilted her face round the side for the briefest of seconds. She whipped her head back, an even bigger expression of surprise on her face.

“What! What did you see?!” Rupert whispered furiously as Emma covered her mouth again and shoved him away from the trailer.

“Come on, come on, we have to go…” She whispered, trying not to laugh.

“But what did you see?! Who was it?! Oh come on you have to tell me!”

“No, you really, really don’t need to know…”

They were a good 20 metres away from the trailer now when they ran into one of the people from the costume department.

“Hi, have either of you seen Tom about? He must have forgotten to hand in his wand after the scene this morning, cause his is missing fro-. I’m sorry, are you alright?” He asked Emma who had gone bright, bright red and began to stutter.

“I’m…I’m, yes I’m fine. I just…I don’t think… No, no Tom’s not here at all. Anywhere. I…no I haven’t, WE haven’t seen him here, have we, Rupert?” She nudged her co-star, giving him a look that said he had better go along with it.

“Uh…yeah…nah haven’t seen him at all really. Maybe check his traili-AHH!” Emma had stomped in the end of his toes. He shot the guy an apologetic look and shrugged.

When he was gone he turned to Emma.

“What the bloody hell was that for? You coulda broken something in those shoes you wear!” He said in an injured tone, rubbing the end of his shoe against the back of his other leg.

“And what was all that about Tom? Why shouldn’t he go check his trailer? He’s probably not even going to be there! He’s always with Dan anyway. They’re always sneaking off together, hanging out in…his…trailer…oh my god…”

He whipped around, features twisting on his face, unsure which expression he was feeling as they jumped around. They eventually decided ‘slightly ill’ as the trailer he was watching gave a particularly noticeable rock and he turned to look at Emma’s smirking face.

“See? I told you, you didn’t need to know…”

Rupert looked a bit stunned as he processed it all. Emma started to walk away, unconcerned but turned back at Rupert’s sudden shout of ‘Bloody HELL!’

She arched an eyebrow as her co-stars face became redder and redder. When he looked sufficiently crimson she decided to ask him what he was so worried about.

“What’s wrong?”

“But…but…Dan called him…Mal-Malfoy! That means they’re…probably in their school robes! I’ll never be able to look at them the same!!”

Emma smiled and shrugged, turning back as Rupert spluttered behind her.

At least she didn’t tell him about the well-used wand she’d seen on the bed next to them.

No, she’d leave that little tidbit of information for another time.

-fin-

A/N: More a drabble than anything else really. The only part I actually enjoyed is the role-playing haha! Maybe that tells me I should just write the characters.

A SLIGHT UPDATE: Due to the overwhelming response that Ive recieved from this fiction, as I originally anticipated Id maybe get one or two reviews and those would be along the lines of telling me this was horrible...lol, Ive decided a sequel aka second chapter is in order. Dont hold your breath but I have a few ideas swimming around and it should hopefully be done in the next two weeks or so!

A HUGE thanks to all the people who have reviewed so far and those who will review in the future. I had no idea this would be so well recieved!

Also, for all those people on YouTube, Ive posted my first HP humour video (it also has a bit of DracoxHarry action in it, Here is the link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UseEYxKJM3g

Enjoy and please comment if you found it amusing :)

Thanks again all!

Oh and Please review!