fic: muggle ignorance
Title: Muggle Ignorance
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Word count: 367
Rating: PG
Challenge: Prompt #53 at slythindor100; 'Impromptu'
Disclaimer: Not mine. I wish.
Summary: Draco's lack of knowledge about Muggles but desire to please him amuses Harry.
It was completely, Draco thought furiously, completely unfair. He was supposed to charm and astound the other boy so much that Potter fell over at his feet and then clutched his way up his legs until his head was nuzzled in Draco's crotch. Instead of falling over, Potter was just staring at this little bit of floating hair which had worked itself free of Draco's facist-like control over it, and watching it flutter over his face. He huffed, annoyed, and plucked the offending bit of hair out of his eyes. Instead of clutching his way up Draco's legs because his legs were too weak to stand on due to having been overpowered by Draco's sheer awesomeness, he was looking highly amused at what Draco was wearing.
Well. Draco had thought that he looked stunning. He placed two fisted hands on his prominent hips as warning that should Potter fail to suppress that laugh he was currently failing to suppress, one of those delicate fists would end up suppressing it for him. Potter made the most ghastly faces trying not to laugh. "I've never-" he admitted whilst trying to wrench his face muscles straight, "I've never seen a guy wearing one of those before." Draco blinked down at himself. Oh. That would probably be why the Muggle in the shop had looked at him oddly.
It had been an impromptu purchase when he had seen it in the shop window, immediately thinking that it would display his slim frame quite perfectly and astound Potter into doing dirty deeds for him whenever he was inclined to just sit and cuddle. Not that he didn't like cuddling too; it just got a little annoying when only one of them wanted to. "I think you need to revise your minimal knowledge of Muggles, Draco," Potter stalked towards him, still looking bemused. "But until then. I have absolutely no objections to your pink bunny ears, thong and fishnet stockings. Pink suits you, actually. You should wear it more." He scooped Draco from the entrance of their bedroom into his arms, and planted little kisses all over his face and neck, almost knocking the headband off.
"Oy. Watch those, Potter." Draco readjusted the long fluffy ears.
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Word count: 367
Rating: PG
Challenge: Prompt #53 at slythindor100; 'Impromptu'
Disclaimer: Not mine. I wish.
Summary: Draco's lack of knowledge about Muggles but desire to please him amuses Harry.
It was completely, Draco thought furiously, completely unfair. He was supposed to charm and astound the other boy so much that Potter fell over at his feet and then clutched his way up his legs until his head was nuzzled in Draco's crotch. Instead of falling over, Potter was just staring at this little bit of floating hair which had worked itself free of Draco's facist-like control over it, and watching it flutter over his face. He huffed, annoyed, and plucked the offending bit of hair out of his eyes. Instead of clutching his way up Draco's legs because his legs were too weak to stand on due to having been overpowered by Draco's sheer awesomeness, he was looking highly amused at what Draco was wearing.
Well. Draco had thought that he looked stunning. He placed two fisted hands on his prominent hips as warning that should Potter fail to suppress that laugh he was currently failing to suppress, one of those delicate fists would end up suppressing it for him. Potter made the most ghastly faces trying not to laugh. "I've never-" he admitted whilst trying to wrench his face muscles straight, "I've never seen a guy wearing one of those before." Draco blinked down at himself. Oh. That would probably be why the Muggle in the shop had looked at him oddly.
It had been an impromptu purchase when he had seen it in the shop window, immediately thinking that it would display his slim frame quite perfectly and astound Potter into doing dirty deeds for him whenever he was inclined to just sit and cuddle. Not that he didn't like cuddling too; it just got a little annoying when only one of them wanted to. "I think you need to revise your minimal knowledge of Muggles, Draco," Potter stalked towards him, still looking bemused. "But until then. I have absolutely no objections to your pink bunny ears, thong and fishnet stockings. Pink suits you, actually. You should wear it more." He scooped Draco from the entrance of their bedroom into his arms, and planted little kisses all over his face and neck, almost knocking the headband off.
"Oy. Watch those, Potter." Draco readjusted the long fluffy ears.