National Bad Poetry Day
Author's Note: please excuse the silliness, it comes naturally.
Draco felt his heart drop. Blood drained his face to crepe paper white and the picnic basket slipped from his hands. He couldn't believe his eyes. And yet there was no denying what was right in front of him.
Harry's eyes pierced into Draco's even as he was caught in his treachery. It was almost as if he was proud!
'There's no way he would...' The blonde couldn't even finish the thought.
But he had. Draco's boyfriend had done the unthinkable. He was attempting to serenade him with poetry at the local park.
"Lover, your hair is shinier than a silver tooth and sweeter smelling than an infant's foot! Darling, your forehead is softer than a chinchilla and smoother than cream cheese on a bagel! Baby, your toes are cuter than a pudgy rabbit-" Harry practically shouted.
In his peripheral vision Draco could see joggers turn their heads to stare, mothers pause in watching their children, and old men shake their fists at them.
His cheeks went hot. "Harry. Harry. Harry!"
"What?" The man in question finally replied, looking put out.
"Please stop. I adore you, but I can't handle any more of your... colorful comparisons of my physical attributes to various small mammals." Harry drew his boyfriend into his arms.
"But I didn't even get to the best part yet." The pout in his voice was obvious.
One... two... three... four... and Draco cracked.
"Fine. Tell me." He grumbled. The blonde could feel Harry's smile pressed against his face. The bastard had known he'd say yes.
Just then Harry pulled back with a grip on Draco's shoulders. "Sweetheart, I love you more than a squirrel loves stuffing nuts in his mouth. Be mine?"
Draco couldn't help but laugh at the comparison. But Harry's intense expression sobered him up.
"Yes. yes. Of course I'll be yours... but only if next time you don't mention my toes. You know how I feel about them!"
The brunette held his lover even tighter and nuzzled his ear. "They are adorable. But fine." Harry conceded with a soft kiss on Draco's lips.
The couple spent the next hours lounging under a shady tree to ease the summer's heat. But something was niggling in Draco's mind.
"Harry?"
"Mm."
"What brought this on? Your cheesy and admittedly romantic confession, I mean."
"Oh, that. It's National Bad Poetry Day. Didn't you know?"
That earned Harry a slap on the back of the head.
Draco felt his heart drop. Blood drained his face to crepe paper white and the picnic basket slipped from his hands. He couldn't believe his eyes. And yet there was no denying what was right in front of him.
Harry's eyes pierced into Draco's even as he was caught in his treachery. It was almost as if he was proud!
'There's no way he would...' The blonde couldn't even finish the thought.
But he had. Draco's boyfriend had done the unthinkable. He was attempting to serenade him with poetry at the local park.
"Lover, your hair is shinier than a silver tooth and sweeter smelling than an infant's foot! Darling, your forehead is softer than a chinchilla and smoother than cream cheese on a bagel! Baby, your toes are cuter than a pudgy rabbit-" Harry practically shouted.
In his peripheral vision Draco could see joggers turn their heads to stare, mothers pause in watching their children, and old men shake their fists at them.
His cheeks went hot. "Harry. Harry. Harry!"
"What?" The man in question finally replied, looking put out.
"Please stop. I adore you, but I can't handle any more of your... colorful comparisons of my physical attributes to various small mammals." Harry drew his boyfriend into his arms.
"But I didn't even get to the best part yet." The pout in his voice was obvious.
One... two... three... four... and Draco cracked.
"Fine. Tell me." He grumbled. The blonde could feel Harry's smile pressed against his face. The bastard had known he'd say yes.
Just then Harry pulled back with a grip on Draco's shoulders. "Sweetheart, I love you more than a squirrel loves stuffing nuts in his mouth. Be mine?"
Draco couldn't help but laugh at the comparison. But Harry's intense expression sobered him up.
"Yes. yes. Of course I'll be yours... but only if next time you don't mention my toes. You know how I feel about them!"
The brunette held his lover even tighter and nuzzled his ear. "They are adorable. But fine." Harry conceded with a soft kiss on Draco's lips.
The couple spent the next hours lounging under a shady tree to ease the summer's heat. But something was niggling in Draco's mind.
"Harry?"
"Mm."
"What brought this on? Your cheesy and admittedly romantic confession, I mean."
"Oh, that. It's National Bad Poetry Day. Didn't you know?"
That earned Harry a slap on the back of the head.