Makeover
Title: Makeover
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: G
Word Count: 339
Status: Complete
Summary: Can Harry protect Draco from a fate worse than death?
Warnings: None.
Genre: Fluff, Humor
Note: My first EVER fanfic!! *squeals*
Disclaimer: I wish I owned the Harry Potter 'verse and made money from everything that I write. Sadly, we cannot have everything we wish for.
“Harry! Harry, you’ve got to help me!” Draco burst into Harry’s study, looking around wildly before dashing around the taller man to clutch at his robes. “They’re right on my tail! They’ll be here soon! You’ve got to hide me! Please Harry!”
Harry turned his head to quirk his eyebrow at his husband.
“Who’s after you? The big, bad Death Eaters? Dementors? Voldemort?”
“Worse.”
“Worse? Than Voldemort?”
“Yes.” Draco now had his nose in the air, refusing to look at Harry, despite the fact that he was still using him as a shield from whatever terror was approaching.
“DADDY!!!!!!!”
Draco quickly ducked under Harry’s desk. He hissed up at Harry, “Tell them I’m out in the garden. Or in China.”
“He’s under the desk sweetie.”
“Betrayal! I never thought it would come to this Harry!” Draco screamed as his three daughters tried to pull him out from his hiding place.
“Draco, I’m sure that whatever they want to do won’t kill you.”
“It should be your life you’re worried about. After this is over, I’m coming after you.”
“I’ll look forward to it!” Harry called as the triplets maneuvered Draco out of the room.
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“This is what you were hiding from?”
Harry looked on as Lily, Celeste, and Johanna played with Draco.
“I’m not speaking to you.” Draco pouted, his eyebrows scrunched up and his lower lip thrust out. He couldn’t cross his arms as usual because Lily was painting the nails on his left hand as Johanna painted the nails on his right.
“A little nail polish will come off.”
“It’s the principle of the thing Harry! Why don’t they ever want to play dress up with you?!”
“Because you’ve got pretty hair Daddy!” Celeste answered his question from her position braiding said hair.
“Yes! Pretty hair!” Lily and Johanna chimed in.
Harry merely laughed at Draco’s disgruntled expression. He knew he would spend the evening removing the pink polish before placating Draco with promises of shopping and sex (in that order). He was looking forward to it.
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: G
Word Count: 339
Status: Complete
Summary: Can Harry protect Draco from a fate worse than death?
Warnings: None.
Genre: Fluff, Humor
Note: My first EVER fanfic!! *squeals*
Disclaimer: I wish I owned the Harry Potter 'verse and made money from everything that I write. Sadly, we cannot have everything we wish for.
“Harry! Harry, you’ve got to help me!” Draco burst into Harry’s study, looking around wildly before dashing around the taller man to clutch at his robes. “They’re right on my tail! They’ll be here soon! You’ve got to hide me! Please Harry!”
Harry turned his head to quirk his eyebrow at his husband.
“Who’s after you? The big, bad Death Eaters? Dementors? Voldemort?”
“Worse.”
“Worse? Than Voldemort?”
“Yes.” Draco now had his nose in the air, refusing to look at Harry, despite the fact that he was still using him as a shield from whatever terror was approaching.
“DADDY!!!!!!!”
Draco quickly ducked under Harry’s desk. He hissed up at Harry, “Tell them I’m out in the garden. Or in China.”
“He’s under the desk sweetie.”
“Betrayal! I never thought it would come to this Harry!” Draco screamed as his three daughters tried to pull him out from his hiding place.
“Draco, I’m sure that whatever they want to do won’t kill you.”
“It should be your life you’re worried about. After this is over, I’m coming after you.”
“I’ll look forward to it!” Harry called as the triplets maneuvered Draco out of the room.
__________________________________________________________________________
“This is what you were hiding from?”
Harry looked on as Lily, Celeste, and Johanna played with Draco.
“I’m not speaking to you.” Draco pouted, his eyebrows scrunched up and his lower lip thrust out. He couldn’t cross his arms as usual because Lily was painting the nails on his left hand as Johanna painted the nails on his right.
“A little nail polish will come off.”
“It’s the principle of the thing Harry! Why don’t they ever want to play dress up with you?!”
“Because you’ve got pretty hair Daddy!” Celeste answered his question from her position braiding said hair.
“Yes! Pretty hair!” Lily and Johanna chimed in.
Harry merely laughed at Draco’s disgruntled expression. He knew he would spend the evening removing the pink polish before placating Draco with promises of shopping and sex (in that order). He was looking forward to it.