Operation Candyman 2
Title: Operation Candyman 2
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,600
Summary: Harry does a little plotting of his own. A follow up to Operation Candyman. Written for the lovely people at Fanfiction.net who unanimously requested a sequel.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Universe. This was written for fun, not profit.
It was no accident that Harry discovered the candy stash under the loose floorboard. He owed his latest discovery to years of training, an inherent sense of keen observation and the finely honed detective skills of a professional Auror.
Well, that and there was a trail of M&Ms leading right up to it.
Harry glared as he crouched down and peered at the hidden stash of candy and junk food. An eyebrow rose of its own accord as he realised that the whole pile had been shrunk to fit the small hiding space. This had Draco written all over it.
With a set jaw, he grabbed hold of the packet, fully intending to throw it out right now!
Sure, there was going to be a tantrum. Or three. Hell, if they wanted to fight dirty Teddy might even resort to puppy eyes. And of course, it wouldn’t solve anything and Draco would just wait until his back was turned and hide a whole damn Hershey factory down here but it was the principle of the…
Wait a minute.
Harry stopped dead in his tracks as the beginnings of a brilliant plan unfolded before him.
Yes. Yes this could work.
Smirking to himself, Harry tossed the bag back into the hidey-hole, replaced the floorboard and sauntered off.
If they wanted candy, they were going to get it.
****
Midnight.
Draco opened his eyes and shifted very carefully out of Harry’s grip. Satisfied that the other man was fast asleep, he padded silently down the hall. If he had stopped to check more thoroughly, he would have seen the hint of a grin on his supposedly sleeping boyfriend’s face. But he was too intent on getting to his candy.
His partner in crime was probably already there, pawing through their stash.
“Teddy?” he whispered.
“Over here!” came an urgent reply. Draco sidled closer to the siren sound of crinkling candy wrappers and cast a quick Lumos, revealing Teddy’s grinning face.
“You’re late” he said smugly “No Twinkies for you.”
“You finished the whole box?” Draco blurted incredulously “I’m literally forty seconds late.”
Teddy raised a challenging eyebrow and Draco hastily swiped up his Thin Mints before they disappeared into the oblivion of Teddy’s stomach as well. The boy gave him a toothy, chocolate smeared grin and clambered onto his lap. Draco smiled and indulged him with a brief cuddle before getting down to business.
They attacked with the deadly, silent precision of a team of ninjas. It barely took them ten minutes go through the candy and then they started on the junk food. Draco was fairly certain that mustard was never supposed to go on potato chips but Teddy seemed fairly confident about his culinary techniques. The nachos and hot sauce was questionable as well, but whatever.
By the time they parted ways and retired for the night, Draco was stuffed and frankly, a little dizzy. He shuffled back to bed, biting back a groan as his stomach protested queasily.
Swearing silently, he nuzzled against Harry. His boyfriend mumbled and pulled him closer and Draco settled against his chest with a happy sigh.
His stomach rumbled again.
In hindsight, maybe the hot sauce had been one step too far.
****
By morning, it was official.
Hell was built on a foundation of chocolate bars and Tatertots.
Draco took a deep breath, trying to ignore the stabbing aching protests of his over worked stomach. Why in the name of Merlin had they eaten all the fucking candy in two hours? His stomach had been doing a number for hours now and there was nothing he could do. Settling Draughts took over five hours to brew properly and he certainly couldn’t risk Harry catching him making one, so Draco had no choice but to suffer through this agony.
He glanced across the table to see how Teddy was faring. His cousin gave him a wan, pitiful sort of look and turned his hair to a sickly, pale green. Apparently, he was suffering as well.
“Interesting hair choice, Ted,” Harry commented blithely, apparently oblivious to their discomfort. Teddy whimpered and slumped forward, his head narrowly missing a plate. Harry shrugged and returned to attack his mashed potatoes with gusto.
“Are you alright?” he asked Draco over a mouthful. “You’ve barely touched your food.”
Draco mumbled incoherently and followed Teddy’s example, completely missing Harry’s silent chuckling bout.
****
Unsurprisingly, it was Teddy who cracked first.
“Something wrong, Teddy Bear?” Harry asked as the little boy climbed into his lap and curled against him. He ran a comforting hand down Teddy’s back, wincing in sympathy as the boy sniffed and hugged his stomach.
“Hurts,” he sniffed, burrowing against Harry again. The godfather in him cringed guiltily but he tamped down the urge to scoop up his little boy and cuddle him until he felt better. Teddy needed to learn.
They both did.
“Does it?” he exclaimed, feigning ignorance “Well that’s odd. That only happens when you eat too much candy. And I know you haven’t had any candy recently because we threw it all out. Didn’t we?”
Teddy whined and curled closer, demanding a cuddling session now. Harry chuckled and obliged as his little one launched into a confession.
“It was all Dray’s idea,” Teddy sniffed, giving his godfather a watery look.
"I'm sure it was."
“It hurts so bad, Harry. Make it stop, please?”
Well, that did it. Harry summoned a Stomach Settling Draught in a milisecond, smiling as Teddy gulped it down and sighed in apparent relief. “Better?” he asked. Teddy nodded sleepily.
“And did you learn your lesson?”
“No more candy” Teddy mumbled distastefully.
Harry chuckled. “Probably not for a while. You’re sure you’re feeling better?”
“Much better” the boy replied, curling into Harry’s arms again “Love you, Harry.”
“I love you too, Teddy Bear” Harry smiled, stroking his hair gently as he tucked him in. “Go to sleep now, okay? You’ll feel better after a nap.”
Teddy mumbled contentedly, slipping into slumber. Harry allowed himself a fond smile.
One down, one to go.
****
Except that Draco wasn’t cracking.
Harry was practically at his wit’s end. His stubborn boyfriend had been wincing and shuffling about all day and every time he thought Harry wasn’t looking, he doubled over and clenched his stomach, quite obviously in pain. But he stoically refused to own up and get some help.
Harry was still teetering between annoyance and concern when a particularly pitiful whimper from Draco snapped the last thread of his patience.
Drastic measures, then.
Well if it had to be done, he was going to do it right.
Draco’s eyes widened as Harry shrugged out of his shirt. He swallowed audibly. “What are you doing?”
Harry smiled seductively, his green eyes dark and lidded. “What does it look like I’m doing?” he asked, crawling over to Draco and trailing his hands over the blond’s chest. Draco looked pale and a tad unsteady, but highly interested.
Harry slid closer, letting Draco graze his fingers against his bare chest and torso. He leaned in closer and the blond moaned as his lips touched Harry’s, melting into a soft, unhurried kiss.
Harry shivered as Draco’s tongue sought his out, nearly forgetting his plan in the process. Steeling himself, he broke away regretfully, smiling as Draco pouted.
“I thought we could try something new tonight” he purred.
Draco smirked. “I’m up for anything” he claimed, even as his stomach made a sound no stomach should ever make.
Harry fought an eye roll and smiled at him. “I’m so glad to hear you say that,” he grinned, pulling out his secret weapon. Draco paled and let out a strangled cry of pain and horror, even as Harry charged on.
“I want you to lick whipped cream off me all night,” he insisted, brandishing the huge can of cream at his terrified looking boyfriend. “Just you and me and sticky, sweet, delicious…Draco, wait!” he called out as the blond turned the same shade as Teddy's new hair and bolted for the loo.
Fighting back a laugh, Harry tossed the can away and sauntered after him.
****
Half an hour later, he was tucked in bed with a lapful of whiny blond. Draco moaned and buried his face in Harry’s chest, demanding a cuddling session now.
This was probably a Black family thing, Harry figured.
He wrapped his arms around Draco, stroking his back gently. “It was all Teddy’s idea,” Draco mumbled, arching into the caress.
Harry bit back a chuckle. “I'm sure it was, love” he placated “Is the Draught working?”
Draco nodded, before turning to scowl at him. “You brewed it this morning, didn’t you? You knew all along, you bastard!”
“Yes, this whole thing is obviously my fault,” Harry commented dryly.
Draco huffed, but settled down again, letting his boyfriend comfort him with languid back strokes and an occasional kiss to the forehead. “Greedy git,” Harry mused fondly. “Sometimes, I just don’t know what to do with you.”
“Do whatever you like with me” Draco replied “As long as it doesn’t involve whipped cream.”
Harry eyes gleamed predatorily. “Now now. No need to be hasty,” he grinned, wandlessly summoning the wretched can of cream.
Draco gaped at him in disbelief. “Are you serious? I’m sorry to disappoint you but there is no way I am licking whipped cream off you right now.”
Harry's grin widened. “Who said you’ll be doing the licking?”
Draco squeaked in surprise as his boyfriend practically emptied the contents of the can over his chest and thighs. Instinctively, he gasped and arched his hips. His boyfriend responded by licking his lips and pushing him back on the bed firmly, looming over the prone blond.
“Now just lie back and look pretty” Harry smirked “This time I get to indulge my sweet tooth.”
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,600
Summary: Harry does a little plotting of his own. A follow up to Operation Candyman. Written for the lovely people at Fanfiction.net who unanimously requested a sequel.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Universe. This was written for fun, not profit.
It was no accident that Harry discovered the candy stash under the loose floorboard. He owed his latest discovery to years of training, an inherent sense of keen observation and the finely honed detective skills of a professional Auror.
Well, that and there was a trail of M&Ms leading right up to it.
Harry glared as he crouched down and peered at the hidden stash of candy and junk food. An eyebrow rose of its own accord as he realised that the whole pile had been shrunk to fit the small hiding space. This had Draco written all over it.
With a set jaw, he grabbed hold of the packet, fully intending to throw it out right now!
Sure, there was going to be a tantrum. Or three. Hell, if they wanted to fight dirty Teddy might even resort to puppy eyes. And of course, it wouldn’t solve anything and Draco would just wait until his back was turned and hide a whole damn Hershey factory down here but it was the principle of the…
Wait a minute.
Harry stopped dead in his tracks as the beginnings of a brilliant plan unfolded before him.
Yes. Yes this could work.
Smirking to himself, Harry tossed the bag back into the hidey-hole, replaced the floorboard and sauntered off.
If they wanted candy, they were going to get it.
****
Midnight.
Draco opened his eyes and shifted very carefully out of Harry’s grip. Satisfied that the other man was fast asleep, he padded silently down the hall. If he had stopped to check more thoroughly, he would have seen the hint of a grin on his supposedly sleeping boyfriend’s face. But he was too intent on getting to his candy.
His partner in crime was probably already there, pawing through their stash.
“Teddy?” he whispered.
“Over here!” came an urgent reply. Draco sidled closer to the siren sound of crinkling candy wrappers and cast a quick Lumos, revealing Teddy’s grinning face.
“You’re late” he said smugly “No Twinkies for you.”
“You finished the whole box?” Draco blurted incredulously “I’m literally forty seconds late.”
Teddy raised a challenging eyebrow and Draco hastily swiped up his Thin Mints before they disappeared into the oblivion of Teddy’s stomach as well. The boy gave him a toothy, chocolate smeared grin and clambered onto his lap. Draco smiled and indulged him with a brief cuddle before getting down to business.
They attacked with the deadly, silent precision of a team of ninjas. It barely took them ten minutes go through the candy and then they started on the junk food. Draco was fairly certain that mustard was never supposed to go on potato chips but Teddy seemed fairly confident about his culinary techniques. The nachos and hot sauce was questionable as well, but whatever.
By the time they parted ways and retired for the night, Draco was stuffed and frankly, a little dizzy. He shuffled back to bed, biting back a groan as his stomach protested queasily.
Swearing silently, he nuzzled against Harry. His boyfriend mumbled and pulled him closer and Draco settled against his chest with a happy sigh.
His stomach rumbled again.
In hindsight, maybe the hot sauce had been one step too far.
****
By morning, it was official.
Hell was built on a foundation of chocolate bars and Tatertots.
Draco took a deep breath, trying to ignore the stabbing aching protests of his over worked stomach. Why in the name of Merlin had they eaten all the fucking candy in two hours? His stomach had been doing a number for hours now and there was nothing he could do. Settling Draughts took over five hours to brew properly and he certainly couldn’t risk Harry catching him making one, so Draco had no choice but to suffer through this agony.
He glanced across the table to see how Teddy was faring. His cousin gave him a wan, pitiful sort of look and turned his hair to a sickly, pale green. Apparently, he was suffering as well.
“Interesting hair choice, Ted,” Harry commented blithely, apparently oblivious to their discomfort. Teddy whimpered and slumped forward, his head narrowly missing a plate. Harry shrugged and returned to attack his mashed potatoes with gusto.
“Are you alright?” he asked Draco over a mouthful. “You’ve barely touched your food.”
Draco mumbled incoherently and followed Teddy’s example, completely missing Harry’s silent chuckling bout.
****
Unsurprisingly, it was Teddy who cracked first.
“Something wrong, Teddy Bear?” Harry asked as the little boy climbed into his lap and curled against him. He ran a comforting hand down Teddy’s back, wincing in sympathy as the boy sniffed and hugged his stomach.
“Hurts,” he sniffed, burrowing against Harry again. The godfather in him cringed guiltily but he tamped down the urge to scoop up his little boy and cuddle him until he felt better. Teddy needed to learn.
They both did.
“Does it?” he exclaimed, feigning ignorance “Well that’s odd. That only happens when you eat too much candy. And I know you haven’t had any candy recently because we threw it all out. Didn’t we?”
Teddy whined and curled closer, demanding a cuddling session now. Harry chuckled and obliged as his little one launched into a confession.
“It was all Dray’s idea,” Teddy sniffed, giving his godfather a watery look.
"I'm sure it was."
“It hurts so bad, Harry. Make it stop, please?”
Well, that did it. Harry summoned a Stomach Settling Draught in a milisecond, smiling as Teddy gulped it down and sighed in apparent relief. “Better?” he asked. Teddy nodded sleepily.
“And did you learn your lesson?”
“No more candy” Teddy mumbled distastefully.
Harry chuckled. “Probably not for a while. You’re sure you’re feeling better?”
“Much better” the boy replied, curling into Harry’s arms again “Love you, Harry.”
“I love you too, Teddy Bear” Harry smiled, stroking his hair gently as he tucked him in. “Go to sleep now, okay? You’ll feel better after a nap.”
Teddy mumbled contentedly, slipping into slumber. Harry allowed himself a fond smile.
One down, one to go.
****
Except that Draco wasn’t cracking.
Harry was practically at his wit’s end. His stubborn boyfriend had been wincing and shuffling about all day and every time he thought Harry wasn’t looking, he doubled over and clenched his stomach, quite obviously in pain. But he stoically refused to own up and get some help.
Harry was still teetering between annoyance and concern when a particularly pitiful whimper from Draco snapped the last thread of his patience.
Drastic measures, then.
Well if it had to be done, he was going to do it right.
Draco’s eyes widened as Harry shrugged out of his shirt. He swallowed audibly. “What are you doing?”
Harry smiled seductively, his green eyes dark and lidded. “What does it look like I’m doing?” he asked, crawling over to Draco and trailing his hands over the blond’s chest. Draco looked pale and a tad unsteady, but highly interested.
Harry slid closer, letting Draco graze his fingers against his bare chest and torso. He leaned in closer and the blond moaned as his lips touched Harry’s, melting into a soft, unhurried kiss.
Harry shivered as Draco’s tongue sought his out, nearly forgetting his plan in the process. Steeling himself, he broke away regretfully, smiling as Draco pouted.
“I thought we could try something new tonight” he purred.
Draco smirked. “I’m up for anything” he claimed, even as his stomach made a sound no stomach should ever make.
Harry fought an eye roll and smiled at him. “I’m so glad to hear you say that,” he grinned, pulling out his secret weapon. Draco paled and let out a strangled cry of pain and horror, even as Harry charged on.
“I want you to lick whipped cream off me all night,” he insisted, brandishing the huge can of cream at his terrified looking boyfriend. “Just you and me and sticky, sweet, delicious…Draco, wait!” he called out as the blond turned the same shade as Teddy's new hair and bolted for the loo.
Fighting back a laugh, Harry tossed the can away and sauntered after him.
****
Half an hour later, he was tucked in bed with a lapful of whiny blond. Draco moaned and buried his face in Harry’s chest, demanding a cuddling session now.
This was probably a Black family thing, Harry figured.
He wrapped his arms around Draco, stroking his back gently. “It was all Teddy’s idea,” Draco mumbled, arching into the caress.
Harry bit back a chuckle. “I'm sure it was, love” he placated “Is the Draught working?”
Draco nodded, before turning to scowl at him. “You brewed it this morning, didn’t you? You knew all along, you bastard!”
“Yes, this whole thing is obviously my fault,” Harry commented dryly.
Draco huffed, but settled down again, letting his boyfriend comfort him with languid back strokes and an occasional kiss to the forehead. “Greedy git,” Harry mused fondly. “Sometimes, I just don’t know what to do with you.”
“Do whatever you like with me” Draco replied “As long as it doesn’t involve whipped cream.”
Harry eyes gleamed predatorily. “Now now. No need to be hasty,” he grinned, wandlessly summoning the wretched can of cream.
Draco gaped at him in disbelief. “Are you serious? I’m sorry to disappoint you but there is no way I am licking whipped cream off you right now.”
Harry's grin widened. “Who said you’ll be doing the licking?”
Draco squeaked in surprise as his boyfriend practically emptied the contents of the can over his chest and thighs. Instinctively, he gasped and arched his hips. His boyfriend responded by licking his lips and pushing him back on the bed firmly, looming over the prone blond.
“Now just lie back and look pretty” Harry smirked “This time I get to indulge my sweet tooth.”