may madness day 17
Title: A Funny Thing Happened Between the Gryffindors and the Sytherins Part 17
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco,
Word Count: 344
Rating: R
Warnings: Unbeta, No sex…back tomorrow
Challenge: Off the rez again
Author's Notes: This one might have legs…
"I thought you had a house elf." Draco said as he hopped up to sit on the kitchen counter.
"Look at you. Sitting on the counter, bet you can't do that at The Manor." Harry grinned.
"The house elves would lose their minds and then they'd turn my mum loose on me."
"Sometimes I like to cook and Kreacher in a word sucks at it. If you want an apple or a biscuit someone else made it's fine, but after my first apricot, fig and radish sandwich I don't eat his cooking." Harry scrambled the eggs and added cheese and mushrooms. "You could be helpful and get the butter over there and jam from the fridge." He nodded.
A small mountain of toast stood alongside the larger mountain of toast and a huge bowl of eggs.
"What no beans?" Draco chided.
"Beans are overrated. Bacon rules!" Harry insisted.
They poured tea and tucked in. There was an arm wrestling match over the last piece of bacon, Harry shared. The food was all but wiped out when Draco asked. "So what do you think of Grainger's theory now? We've been in each other's company for twenty-four hours and we're still alive."
"Hmm." Harry stood up and cleaned the table. "Well, she may have had a point. I'm not sure now." He set a charm that started to wash the dishes in the sink. The butter was accio'd and the jam made its way back to the fridge. He leaned on the counter and looked saucily over his right shoulder with his right hand tucked into his denim's pocket. His crease just showing above the belt line. He gave his arse a wiggle.
"Seriously, Potter, seriously? Again?"
"I'm sure Me're Malfoy must have told you that you don't have to accept all invitations." Harry grinned and showed a little more cheek.
"Talk of my mother in not conducive to a shag, Potter."
"Your loss. I'm feeling that unresolved sexual tension again." Harry let his denims drop to his thighs.
"Fuck you, Potter!"
"That's exactly the idea!"
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco,
Word Count: 344
Rating: R
Warnings: Unbeta, No sex…back tomorrow
Challenge: Off the rez again
Author's Notes: This one might have legs…
"I thought you had a house elf." Draco said as he hopped up to sit on the kitchen counter.
"Look at you. Sitting on the counter, bet you can't do that at The Manor." Harry grinned.
"The house elves would lose their minds and then they'd turn my mum loose on me."
"Sometimes I like to cook and Kreacher in a word sucks at it. If you want an apple or a biscuit someone else made it's fine, but after my first apricot, fig and radish sandwich I don't eat his cooking." Harry scrambled the eggs and added cheese and mushrooms. "You could be helpful and get the butter over there and jam from the fridge." He nodded.
A small mountain of toast stood alongside the larger mountain of toast and a huge bowl of eggs.
"What no beans?" Draco chided.
"Beans are overrated. Bacon rules!" Harry insisted.
They poured tea and tucked in. There was an arm wrestling match over the last piece of bacon, Harry shared. The food was all but wiped out when Draco asked. "So what do you think of Grainger's theory now? We've been in each other's company for twenty-four hours and we're still alive."
"Hmm." Harry stood up and cleaned the table. "Well, she may have had a point. I'm not sure now." He set a charm that started to wash the dishes in the sink. The butter was accio'd and the jam made its way back to the fridge. He leaned on the counter and looked saucily over his right shoulder with his right hand tucked into his denim's pocket. His crease just showing above the belt line. He gave his arse a wiggle.
"Seriously, Potter, seriously? Again?"
"I'm sure Me're Malfoy must have told you that you don't have to accept all invitations." Harry grinned and showed a little more cheek.
"Talk of my mother in not conducive to a shag, Potter."
"Your loss. I'm feeling that unresolved sexual tension again." Harry let his denims drop to his thighs.
"Fuck you, Potter!"
"That's exactly the idea!"