AWDT: I don't want to dance
Title: Budge Over
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: D/H
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Fluff!
Word count: 274
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: My contribution to this week's AWDT, with a prompt of I don't want to dance.
Summary: Harry doesn't want to study; he has Quidditch practice. He doesn't want to dance, either.
Draco woke up with a small frown on his face. Despite the fact that he continually complained about how Harry draped himself over and around him when he was trying to sleep, Draco had grown accustomed to it, and the current lack of his boyfriend's smothering presence was rendering it difficult for him to sleep now.
Draco sighed and rolled out of bed, wondering what had become of Harry. Maneuvering through the darkened room, he then made his way down the hall to the living room, where he discovered Harry--fast asleep on the sofa with the telly still on. Draco shook his head and moved to turn the set off, pausing when he heard Harry mumble in his sleep. "...can't study now, 'Mione...Quidditch practice..."
Draco grinned as he flicked the telly off, and he turned to his boyfriend, shaking Harry's shoulder lightly and saying, "Come on, sweetie. Time for bed."
Harry's forehead furrowed, and he protested sleepily, "No, Draco...I don't want to dance." He then began to snore.
Draco gaped at him in amazement. "Oh, for..." he snorted. He went back to the bedroom, then returned a moment later with a pillow and blanket. Sitting on the sofa next to Harry, Draco nudged him with his hip and whispered, "Budge over."
Harry grumbled, but he scooted over without really waking up, and Draco stretched out next to him and pulled the blanket over both of them. His head had barely touched the pillow before his boyfriend's limbs were wrapped snugly around him, and Draco drifted off to sleep with a contented smile on his face.
Followed up in Nothing but Harry
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: D/H
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Fluff!
Word count: 274
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: My contribution to this week's AWDT, with a prompt of I don't want to dance.
Summary: Harry doesn't want to study; he has Quidditch practice. He doesn't want to dance, either.
Draco woke up with a small frown on his face. Despite the fact that he continually complained about how Harry draped himself over and around him when he was trying to sleep, Draco had grown accustomed to it, and the current lack of his boyfriend's smothering presence was rendering it difficult for him to sleep now.
Draco sighed and rolled out of bed, wondering what had become of Harry. Maneuvering through the darkened room, he then made his way down the hall to the living room, where he discovered Harry--fast asleep on the sofa with the telly still on. Draco shook his head and moved to turn the set off, pausing when he heard Harry mumble in his sleep. "...can't study now, 'Mione...Quidditch practice..."
Draco grinned as he flicked the telly off, and he turned to his boyfriend, shaking Harry's shoulder lightly and saying, "Come on, sweetie. Time for bed."
Harry's forehead furrowed, and he protested sleepily, "No, Draco...I don't want to dance." He then began to snore.
Draco gaped at him in amazement. "Oh, for..." he snorted. He went back to the bedroom, then returned a moment later with a pillow and blanket. Sitting on the sofa next to Harry, Draco nudged him with his hip and whispered, "Budge over."
Harry grumbled, but he scooted over without really waking up, and Draco stretched out next to him and pulled the blanket over both of them. His head had barely touched the pillow before his boyfriend's limbs were wrapped snugly around him, and Draco drifted off to sleep with a contented smile on his face.
Followed up in Nothing but Harry