My Stream of Consciousness - 1

Draco's Sensitive! (Harry Potter)

Draco chuckled as he watched Harry and Ron chase each other around, yelling. Despite their differences over previous years, they had grown quite close. It was summer, and the tree in the backyard of Draco's home swayed as a gust of wind whipped past it. Soft clouds scuttled across the sky, and the hot beam side of sunlight made dapples on the grass.

"Come on, Malfoy!" Hollered Harry, beckoning him to come. 

"You two are idiots," said Draco, rolling his eyes with a smile, but got up and walked over.

"We came up with a great idea!" Ron exclaimed enthusiastically.

"Lay it on me, Weasley," Draco prompted.

"Okay, so we all have to try to make each other laugh," Ron explained, "and whoever laughs gets thrown in the lake!" He pointed to the large body of water nearby.

Draco shivered and rubbed his arm. "I-I don't know..."

"What's wrong?" Teased Harry. "You scared?"

These words made Draco's anger flare.

"Of course not!" He snapped. "Fine, I'll do it."

As Harry and Ron set up, Draco sat down on the grass, thinking. He didn't usually laugh, not unless it was for a cruel reason. But there was one specific thing, one childish, idiotic thing, that could make him laugh.

Draco Malfoy was insanely ticklish.

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"Your turn, Malfoy!" Said Harry in triumph as he stood up. So far Ron and Harry had both passed, not laughing. Draco swallowed and sat down in the chair they had brought outside for the challenge.

"We're gonna crack you, Malfoy," whispered Harry, grinning evilly.

"I'd like to see you try," retorted Draco.

"Oh, we will."

The boys tried everything, from stupid jokes to skits to a water spitting contest. Draco's face barely changed.

"Dammit!" Groaned Harry. "We've tried everything!"

"Not everything," said Ron quietly.

Draco tilted his head slightly, confused, as Ron leaned over and whispered something in his ear. But the look that crossed Harry's face made Draco shiver.

"So, Malfoy," said Harry, stepping forward slowly. Draco hunched his shoulders.

"What, Potter?" Draco spat, his nerves starting to tingle.

"Are ya ticklish?" The words made a shiver go up Draco's spine, and he immediately stood and backed away.

"Ch-cheaters! We never said this was allowed!!" He hissed as Harry and Ron began closing in.

"We also never said it wasn't." Harry nodded to Ron, and immediately the redhead lunged at Draco.

Caught by surprise, Draco yelped and barely managed to dodge out of Ron's way before running. Footsteps pounded behind him

"ARE you ticklish, Malfoy?" Hollered Harry.

"NO!" yelled Draco, running faster.

"Then why are you running!?"

Draco shrieked as he felt arms wrap around him, and he thrashed, desperate to get away.

"POTTER! NO!" he spat, kicking.

"Relax, Malfoy. I'll go easy on you." Suddenly fingers fluttered at Draco's sides and he squeaked, slapping a hand over his mouth.

"So you ARE ticklish," teased Harry, making Draco flush red.

"Sh-shut up!" Hissed Draco.

"Such a silly weakness for a Slytherin, of all houses, huh?"

"Fuck you, P-Potter!"

Harry said nothing for a moment.

"Bad language, I see. We'd better fix that."

Draco shrieked as Harry's fingers dig into his sensitive tummy, and he burst into boisterous, happy laughter.

"P-POHOHOTTEHEHER! STOHOHOP!" Draco kicked and squirmed, desperate to make the sensations stop. 

"You lied to me about your sensitivity, I see, Malfoy," said Harry quietly. "You know what happens to liars?"

"POHOTTER!!"

"They get punished."

The tickling stopped for a second, and Draco relaxed a little. But a second later, his eyes, which had been squeezed shut, flew open as he heard Harry say, "hey Malfoy. What's a tickle monster's favourite food?"

"DON'T!" Cried Malfoy, trying desperately to squirm away, but Harry pinned him on the grass, sitting on his hips and holding his wrists above his head.

"Raspberries!" Said Harry cheekily, and, even though Draco thrashed and kicked and yelled in protest, Harry pushed Draco's shirt up to expose his stomach, and leaned over to press his lips against it.

Harry took a deep breath, waited for a moment...

Then blew as hard as he could.

Draco let out a high-pitched, girly scream and exploded into loud, desperate hysteria. Harry didn't stop there, though: between raspberries He nibbled on the rim of Draco's navel, making him screech and squirm. 

Draco shrieked, screeched, wailed, snorted, squealed, cackled, and did he ever LAUGH, as Harry tortured his sensitive stomach until his blazing cheeks were moist from fresh tears of mirth that poured down his face.

Only after Draco's voice began to grow hoarse and his movements grew weaker that Harry stopped. 

"Holy crap, Malfoy!" Chuckled Harry. "How did we never find out about this?"

"W-we..." Malfoy wheezed, trying to catch his breath. "We h-hated each o-other... c-course you wouldn't know..."

Harry shrugged, helping his blonde friend up.

"Let's do something else, yeah?" He said.

Malfoy nodded, his sides still tingling.