may madness day 14
Title: A Funny Thing Happened Between the Gryffindors and the Sytherins Part 14
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco,
Word Count:545
Rating: R-ish
Warnings: Unbeta,
Challenge: Off the rez again
Author's Notes: This one might have legs…
Harry looked at Draco. "Come on, undress and into bed."
"Too tired." Draco dropped down on the bed.
Harry tugged his socks off and then removed the undone trousers and pants. "Sit up, let me get your shirt."
"No, my bottom hurts." Draco put on his best pout.
Harry slipped into the ensuite and came back with a healing salve.
"You are absolutely not getting near my arse again, Potter!"
Harry held his hands up in mock surrender. "You can do it yourself if you want. If you want me to I will without attempting any assault on your person."
Draco huffed. "Alright, but no funny business." He hissed at the first cool touch.
"Over on your stomach so I can get it all." Harry covered the entire pink surface of Draco's arse and watched as it became pale again. "I don't have any silk pyjamas for you, but I could probably find a pair of silk boxers."
"What do you sleep in?" Draco rolled to his side and looked over his shoulder.
"Mostly nothing, but I've been known to where boxers or boxers and t-shirt if the occasion requires."
Draco smirked. "You have occasions in bed?"
Harry laughed and tossed the silk boxers he'd located at Draco. "When you stay at a friend's place, or you're sharing a house with a few people, clothing isn't optional."
"Potter do these pants have snitches on them?"
"Of course. I got them the Christmas that George declared it 'jingle ball pants Christmas'. Trust me, I got the best of the whole gift exchange!"
"Aren't you getting undressed?"
"I was just going to kip down and get some food. I'm starving! Do you want anything?"
"Yes, everything we had for dinner. I'm hungry too."
"Make yourself at home, within reason. I'll be right back."
Draco set the pillows up against the headboard and slid underneath the duvet. Harry returned with a tray of steaming takeaway containers, several bowls, spoons and a couple glasses of water.
"Spoons?" Draco asked mockingly.
"No chopsticks in bed, ever!" Harry declared.
"What's that?" Draco pointed.
"Ice cream and sauce for after."
"Potter, I really need sleep…"
Harry held up one hand. "I promise you can sleep whenever you're ready." He tipped some rice in and added both eggplant in garlic sauce and black pepper chicken.
Draco eyed him warily for a moment and then made his own bowl of food. Harry finished and made himself a bowl of ice cream with chocolate and caramel sauce. Draco declined and flattened out his pillow and snuggled under the covers. Harry finished his ice cream and returned the food to the kitchen. He smirked to himself, not all. The caramel and chocolate sauces remained on his bedside table. He really should have been a Slytherin.
"'bout time, Potter. I'm freezing." Draco mumbled.
"There are warming charms. Your wand is right there."
"Not the same…" Draco countered drowsily.
Harry grinned and slid out of his clothes and into the bed.
"Arm around, Potter."
Harry turned onto his side and pulled Draco to him. Draco wriggled his arse happily against Harry. The dark hard wizard let out a sigh, his prick didn't need the encouragement that Draco's silk covered arse was going to give it as they slept.
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco,
Word Count:545
Rating: R-ish
Warnings: Unbeta,
Challenge: Off the rez again
Author's Notes: This one might have legs…
Harry looked at Draco. "Come on, undress and into bed."
"Too tired." Draco dropped down on the bed.
Harry tugged his socks off and then removed the undone trousers and pants. "Sit up, let me get your shirt."
"No, my bottom hurts." Draco put on his best pout.
Harry slipped into the ensuite and came back with a healing salve.
"You are absolutely not getting near my arse again, Potter!"
Harry held his hands up in mock surrender. "You can do it yourself if you want. If you want me to I will without attempting any assault on your person."
Draco huffed. "Alright, but no funny business." He hissed at the first cool touch.
"Over on your stomach so I can get it all." Harry covered the entire pink surface of Draco's arse and watched as it became pale again. "I don't have any silk pyjamas for you, but I could probably find a pair of silk boxers."
"What do you sleep in?" Draco rolled to his side and looked over his shoulder.
"Mostly nothing, but I've been known to where boxers or boxers and t-shirt if the occasion requires."
Draco smirked. "You have occasions in bed?"
Harry laughed and tossed the silk boxers he'd located at Draco. "When you stay at a friend's place, or you're sharing a house with a few people, clothing isn't optional."
"Potter do these pants have snitches on them?"
"Of course. I got them the Christmas that George declared it 'jingle ball pants Christmas'. Trust me, I got the best of the whole gift exchange!"
"Aren't you getting undressed?"
"I was just going to kip down and get some food. I'm starving! Do you want anything?"
"Yes, everything we had for dinner. I'm hungry too."
"Make yourself at home, within reason. I'll be right back."
Draco set the pillows up against the headboard and slid underneath the duvet. Harry returned with a tray of steaming takeaway containers, several bowls, spoons and a couple glasses of water.
"Spoons?" Draco asked mockingly.
"No chopsticks in bed, ever!" Harry declared.
"What's that?" Draco pointed.
"Ice cream and sauce for after."
"Potter, I really need sleep…"
Harry held up one hand. "I promise you can sleep whenever you're ready." He tipped some rice in and added both eggplant in garlic sauce and black pepper chicken.
Draco eyed him warily for a moment and then made his own bowl of food. Harry finished and made himself a bowl of ice cream with chocolate and caramel sauce. Draco declined and flattened out his pillow and snuggled under the covers. Harry finished his ice cream and returned the food to the kitchen. He smirked to himself, not all. The caramel and chocolate sauces remained on his bedside table. He really should have been a Slytherin.
"'bout time, Potter. I'm freezing." Draco mumbled.
"There are warming charms. Your wand is right there."
"Not the same…" Draco countered drowsily.
Harry grinned and slid out of his clothes and into the bed.
"Arm around, Potter."
Harry turned onto his side and pulled Draco to him. Draco wriggled his arse happily against Harry. The dark hard wizard let out a sigh, his prick didn't need the encouragement that Draco's silk covered arse was going to give it as they slept.