may madness part 25
Title: A Funny Thing Happened Between the Gryffindors and the Sytherins Part 25
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco,
Word Count: 536
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Unbeta,
Challenge: Off the rez again
Author's Notes: This one might have legs…
"You know I'm going to need those shirts you keep taking back." Harry stated as he pulled a t-shirt over his head and Draco raided his wardrobe for another button down.
"This one is absolutely not your colour!" Draco shrugged into the lilac coloured shirt effortlessly.
Draco was right. He looked as if he was ready to vomit at any moment in it. "Fine, but I still need the others back. I hate shopping, especially for dress clothes."
"We'll have to change that." Draco muttered.
"What was that?" Harry turned and looked.
"Nothing, just checking to see if this needed cufflinks."
Harry bounded down the stairs to get the coffee on. He started the bacon and mixed up some eggs.
"I'm going to the shop this morning. I finished a few of those little petal pots and they've been dried and fired, so now I get to try some glazes on them."
Draco sipped his coffee. "Do you do a large one?"
"No. I wanted to see how these dried and if I would have any problems with them cracking. I'll probably try a larger one in the same type clay and a different clay mix as well."
"There are different types of clay?" Draco asked.
"Dozens, hundreds…a lot. Used for different things, from different places, creating different effects. The array of glazes is even more overwhelming. You learn some beginner stuff and you read and you experiment. Not unlike potions, except well fun." Harry grinned cheekily.
"I have some work to do today as well. Family business." Draco accepted his scrambled eggs and bacon and tucked in.
They parted ways with a protracted kiss and some stimulating fondling.
Harry had left the door of the shop unlocked, but he left the closed sign up. Sometimes one of his friends would stop by or someone inquiring about a custom order. The morning had flown by. His pots had all managed not to crack in the kiln and he'd enjoyed putting together different effects and colours on his petal pots. He selects glazes that could be fired together. Creating was exciting and he was always anxious to see the results of his experiments.
He had all his pots in the kilns and he turned them on and set the timers. It was well after lunch time so he ran across the street to grab a sandwich and some crisps. Less than ten minutes later he was back in the shop. He munched his sandwich and filled his water bucket. His small plates sold well and he had idea for a different glaze. He pulled down some more clay and headed back to his wheel.
The bell above the door tinkled and Narcissa Malfoy walked in.
He set down his things. "Hello Mrs. Malfoy. How can I help you?"
"It seems my son has taken a particular interest in you." She said as she ran a finger over a large ginger jar pot.
Harry's eyes widened. He had no idea what to say. There was a crack of Apperation.
"Harry, I have a problem…my mother…" Draco gasped.
"Your mother is right here." Harry nodded.
"Yes, Draco you most certainly have a problem." Narcissa folded here arms and waited.
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco,
Word Count: 536
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Unbeta,
Challenge: Off the rez again
Author's Notes: This one might have legs…
"You know I'm going to need those shirts you keep taking back." Harry stated as he pulled a t-shirt over his head and Draco raided his wardrobe for another button down.
"This one is absolutely not your colour!" Draco shrugged into the lilac coloured shirt effortlessly.
Draco was right. He looked as if he was ready to vomit at any moment in it. "Fine, but I still need the others back. I hate shopping, especially for dress clothes."
"We'll have to change that." Draco muttered.
"What was that?" Harry turned and looked.
"Nothing, just checking to see if this needed cufflinks."
Harry bounded down the stairs to get the coffee on. He started the bacon and mixed up some eggs.
"I'm going to the shop this morning. I finished a few of those little petal pots and they've been dried and fired, so now I get to try some glazes on them."
Draco sipped his coffee. "Do you do a large one?"
"No. I wanted to see how these dried and if I would have any problems with them cracking. I'll probably try a larger one in the same type clay and a different clay mix as well."
"There are different types of clay?" Draco asked.
"Dozens, hundreds…a lot. Used for different things, from different places, creating different effects. The array of glazes is even more overwhelming. You learn some beginner stuff and you read and you experiment. Not unlike potions, except well fun." Harry grinned cheekily.
"I have some work to do today as well. Family business." Draco accepted his scrambled eggs and bacon and tucked in.
They parted ways with a protracted kiss and some stimulating fondling.
Harry had left the door of the shop unlocked, but he left the closed sign up. Sometimes one of his friends would stop by or someone inquiring about a custom order. The morning had flown by. His pots had all managed not to crack in the kiln and he'd enjoyed putting together different effects and colours on his petal pots. He selects glazes that could be fired together. Creating was exciting and he was always anxious to see the results of his experiments.
He had all his pots in the kilns and he turned them on and set the timers. It was well after lunch time so he ran across the street to grab a sandwich and some crisps. Less than ten minutes later he was back in the shop. He munched his sandwich and filled his water bucket. His small plates sold well and he had idea for a different glaze. He pulled down some more clay and headed back to his wheel.
The bell above the door tinkled and Narcissa Malfoy walked in.
He set down his things. "Hello Mrs. Malfoy. How can I help you?"
"It seems my son has taken a particular interest in you." She said as she ran a finger over a large ginger jar pot.
Harry's eyes widened. He had no idea what to say. There was a crack of Apperation.
"Harry, I have a problem…my mother…" Draco gasped.
"Your mother is right here." Harry nodded.
"Yes, Draco you most certainly have a problem." Narcissa folded here arms and waited.