One of Draco's aristocratic brows rose ironically. "Two cherries?" he drawled, studying the banana split that sat between them. "Is there some sort of significance involved here?"
Harry grinned. "Yeah. I asked for two."
"Why?"
Harry's eyes sparkled. "Because I got your cherry, and you got mine."
Draco huffed. "You most certainly did not get mine," he said dryly. "It was gone long before you came along."
Harry didn't seem remotely deterred. "Not true. You told me - I got your man cherry."
Draco grimaced. "My man cherry ? Honestly Potter. You're disgusting." His tone was sharp, but the blush rapidly turning his cheeks pink made Harry's grin widen.
"I might be disgusting, but it's true. Having one off with Parkinson in the back of a carriage during the Yule Ball does not count. I'm the first one to ever fu..."
"That will be quite enough of that, thank you," Draco cut in sharply, his eyes darting around the crowded Fortesque's. "And if you continue to discuss this in public, I will cheerfully shove one of those bananas down your throat."
Harry's leaned in across the small table. "And I could take it," he murmured. "Without gagging."
Draco's color deepened, but Harry knew it wasn't from embarrassment. His eyes dropped to Harry's mouth, and Harry licked his lips suggestively.
"You really shouldn't be allowed out in public," Draco said, his hand settling on Harry's arm, his fingers curling around his wrist. "I think this conversation would be better pursued elsewhere."
Harry's smile widened as he reached into his back pocket with his free hand and withdrew his wallet. He dropped several bills on the table, and his billfold was still in his hand as Draco Apparated them away. The moment they disappeared, one of the bright red cherries slid down the melting ice cream and rolled onto the table top.
"They didn't finish their ice cream," the small boy at the next table said.
"No, they didn't," his mortified mother replied. She was still trying to get the mental image of what Harry Potter had suggested with the banana out of her head, and hoped fervently her precocious six year old hadn't over heard their racy conversation. Her hopes were dashed a moment later.
"Mum," the child asked, his brow furrowed. "What's a man cherry?"
Harry grinned. "Yeah. I asked for two."
"Why?"
Harry's eyes sparkled. "Because I got your cherry, and you got mine."
Draco huffed. "You most certainly did not get mine," he said dryly. "It was gone long before you came along."
Harry didn't seem remotely deterred. "Not true. You told me - I got your man cherry."
Draco grimaced. "My man cherry ? Honestly Potter. You're disgusting." His tone was sharp, but the blush rapidly turning his cheeks pink made Harry's grin widen.
"I might be disgusting, but it's true. Having one off with Parkinson in the back of a carriage during the Yule Ball does not count. I'm the first one to ever fu..."
"That will be quite enough of that, thank you," Draco cut in sharply, his eyes darting around the crowded Fortesque's. "And if you continue to discuss this in public, I will cheerfully shove one of those bananas down your throat."
Harry's leaned in across the small table. "And I could take it," he murmured. "Without gagging."
Draco's color deepened, but Harry knew it wasn't from embarrassment. His eyes dropped to Harry's mouth, and Harry licked his lips suggestively.
"You really shouldn't be allowed out in public," Draco said, his hand settling on Harry's arm, his fingers curling around his wrist. "I think this conversation would be better pursued elsewhere."
Harry's smile widened as he reached into his back pocket with his free hand and withdrew his wallet. He dropped several bills on the table, and his billfold was still in his hand as Draco Apparated them away. The moment they disappeared, one of the bright red cherries slid down the melting ice cream and rolled onto the table top.
"They didn't finish their ice cream," the small boy at the next table said.
"No, they didn't," his mortified mother replied. She was still trying to get the mental image of what Harry Potter had suggested with the banana out of her head, and hoped fervently her precocious six year old hadn't over heard their racy conversation. Her hopes were dashed a moment later.
"Mum," the child asked, his brow furrowed. "What's a man cherry?"
P.S. I MISS YOU!!! *sniff*
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XD XD XD
I hope she keeps coming up with fab prompts.
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So happy!!!
Also, miss you too!!! *HUGS & HUGS*
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Love this! XD
Such a shame about the ice cream ^_~
But I think what they are going to do is more fun!
<3
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