happy birthday, crikkita!!!
here's a cheesy little thing i wrote to celebrate your birthday! it's not terribly wonderful, but i hope you enjoy it!
Harry stirred slightly, his head turning on the pillow as he slid his hand atop the one resting on his stomach. The sheet around his legs fluttered slightly, the breeze coming in through the window lightly licking his bare skin. Slowly, he opened his eyes to peep at the man lying next to him, smiling contentedly before rising out of bed.
Padding quietly down the hallway, Harry made his way toward the kitchen to grab a cup of tea. Although he no longer stayed up to wait for the clock to strike midnight, he couldn’t get out of the habit of being up around that time right before his birthday. Most years since the war had ended were spent alone with a bottle of brandy or something of the sort. He didn’t mind being alone on these nights, taking time to look back on his life before being greeted by his many friends, his many family the very next morning.
But now, for the first time, he was not alone. Someone waited for him in bed, and Harry would relish it, but only after his customary drink. Tea, this year, seemed fitting.
He methodically put the kettle on, enjoying the comfort and familiarity the action brought to mind. He took out a mug from one of the upper cabinets and a tea bag and spoon from a drawer by the stove. Leaving them on the counter top, he moved to sit at the table to wait for the water to boil.
It wasn’t until he was about two paces away that Harry realized there was a small envelope lying on the table. Curious, he picked it up and glanced at both the front and back. Neither side had anything written on it, and although hesitant at first, he opened it anyway.
He scanned the note before chuckling. It read:
Dear Harry,
Generally I have the good fortune of not having to see those mongrels you call ‘friends’ throughout the week. However, they did have the decency to let me know at Sunday dinner last week that you spend most nights before your birthday alone with a bottle of brandy or some other cheap liquor.
That being the case, I demand that you get your arse back into bed this instant; otherwise there’ll no birthday presents for you in the morning.
Your Prince Charming
Harry was already back in the bedroom by the time the letter had fluttered down to the floor. He slid swiftly back into bed, grinning like a fool, and almost instantaneously there were warm hands and arms wrapping around his torso again.
“Good boy,” Draco breathed into his ear before pressing a light kiss against the nape of Harry’s neck. His head fell quietly to the pillow and he pulled Harry close. Harry continued to smile, closing his eyes happily.
But then there was a whistle, and behind him, Draco moaned.
“Did you put and leave the kettle on?”
Harry reckoned he would get out of bed to turn off the stove before the apartment burned down or Draco started mumbling about Harry neglecting his magical right to use his wand for practical things like heating water. But maybe not until he absolutely had to.
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
I love you, dear! *snog*
Harry stirred slightly, his head turning on the pillow as he slid his hand atop the one resting on his stomach. The sheet around his legs fluttered slightly, the breeze coming in through the window lightly licking his bare skin. Slowly, he opened his eyes to peep at the man lying next to him, smiling contentedly before rising out of bed.
Padding quietly down the hallway, Harry made his way toward the kitchen to grab a cup of tea. Although he no longer stayed up to wait for the clock to strike midnight, he couldn’t get out of the habit of being up around that time right before his birthday. Most years since the war had ended were spent alone with a bottle of brandy or something of the sort. He didn’t mind being alone on these nights, taking time to look back on his life before being greeted by his many friends, his many family the very next morning.
But now, for the first time, he was not alone. Someone waited for him in bed, and Harry would relish it, but only after his customary drink. Tea, this year, seemed fitting.
He methodically put the kettle on, enjoying the comfort and familiarity the action brought to mind. He took out a mug from one of the upper cabinets and a tea bag and spoon from a drawer by the stove. Leaving them on the counter top, he moved to sit at the table to wait for the water to boil.
It wasn’t until he was about two paces away that Harry realized there was a small envelope lying on the table. Curious, he picked it up and glanced at both the front and back. Neither side had anything written on it, and although hesitant at first, he opened it anyway.
He scanned the note before chuckling. It read:
Dear Harry,
Generally I have the good fortune of not having to see those mongrels you call ‘friends’ throughout the week. However, they did have the decency to let me know at Sunday dinner last week that you spend most nights before your birthday alone with a bottle of brandy or some other cheap liquor.
That being the case, I demand that you get your arse back into bed this instant; otherwise there’ll no birthday presents for you in the morning.
Your Prince Charming
Harry was already back in the bedroom by the time the letter had fluttered down to the floor. He slid swiftly back into bed, grinning like a fool, and almost instantaneously there were warm hands and arms wrapping around his torso again.
“Good boy,” Draco breathed into his ear before pressing a light kiss against the nape of Harry’s neck. His head fell quietly to the pillow and he pulled Harry close. Harry continued to smile, closing his eyes happily.
But then there was a whistle, and behind him, Draco moaned.
“Did you put and leave the kettle on?”
Harry reckoned he would get out of bed to turn off the stove before the apartment burned down or Draco started mumbling about Harry neglecting his magical right to use his wand for practical things like heating water. But maybe not until he absolutely had to.
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
I love you, dear! *snog*