A Pre-Birthday Prezzie for Leo
Title: On the Beach
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 271
Status: Complete
Summary: Harry is a lifeguard and Draco sets up in his section on the beach.
Warnings: None.
Genre: Fluff
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.
"Malfoy. What are you doing?"
Draco peered up at the towering figure through his sunglasses.
"Why, Potter, I'm protecting my delicate skin from the harsh and quite damaging rays of the sun. You know, it's recommended that one wear sun block everyday to help guard against skin cancer," he said, while slathering more of the white liquid on his arms.
"Yes, but why are you doing it here?"
"In case it has escaped your notice, which would be rather odd as you are a lifeguard, this is a beach, Potter. A place notorious for strong sun."
"I meant-" said Harry, through his clenched teeth "-why are you doing it here on my beach where everyone can see you?"
"I was not aware that this was your own private beach, Potter. In fact, you ought to put up a sign or make some sort of announcement in order to inform the general public that you bought one of the most popular beaches in this area."
"It isn't my personal beach, you pillock! But it is mine to guard, as you well know. And you also know how I feel about other people seeing you here, like this."
Harry's face was getting redder and redder and Draco could see his knuckles whitening from the grip he had on his rescue can. He grinned.
"Get my back, would you?"
Draco turned over on his towel and waited. He could just hear the wheels turning in Harry's head. When he felt the hands smoothing more cream over his back he gave himself a mental congratulation. Sex was always explosive when Harry was jealous.
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 271
Status: Complete
Summary: Harry is a lifeguard and Draco sets up in his section on the beach.
Warnings: None.
Genre: Fluff
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.
"Malfoy. What are you doing?"
Draco peered up at the towering figure through his sunglasses.
"Why, Potter, I'm protecting my delicate skin from the harsh and quite damaging rays of the sun. You know, it's recommended that one wear sun block everyday to help guard against skin cancer," he said, while slathering more of the white liquid on his arms.
"Yes, but why are you doing it here?"
"In case it has escaped your notice, which would be rather odd as you are a lifeguard, this is a beach, Potter. A place notorious for strong sun."
"I meant-" said Harry, through his clenched teeth "-why are you doing it here on my beach where everyone can see you?"
"I was not aware that this was your own private beach, Potter. In fact, you ought to put up a sign or make some sort of announcement in order to inform the general public that you bought one of the most popular beaches in this area."
"It isn't my personal beach, you pillock! But it is mine to guard, as you well know. And you also know how I feel about other people seeing you here, like this."
Harry's face was getting redder and redder and Draco could see his knuckles whitening from the grip he had on his rescue can. He grinned.
"Get my back, would you?"
Draco turned over on his towel and waited. He could just hear the wheels turning in Harry's head. When he felt the hands smoothing more cream over his back he gave himself a mental congratulation. Sex was always explosive when Harry was jealous.