The Potter Malfoy Paradox
Title: The Potter Malfoy Paradox
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 1,000
Warning: Fluff that makes fluff go squeee!
Summary: A sweet little Halloween scene.
Author’s notes: Written for awdt's Halloween Quickies prompt 10: I’m sure ghosts don't really wear 500 count, finest Egyptian cotton lilac stripe sheets.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
The green eyed, messy haired Gryffindor stared at his Slytherin counterpart, open mouthed and understandably aghast. “Malfoy, you look ridiculous!”
The blond sniffed haughtily and turned up his nose. “You should talk, Potter- just what is that atrocious costume?”
“I am a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle,” the other replied with a defiant tilt to the chin.
Malfoy couldn't help himself- he smirked. Father had mentioned once that the Malfoy smirk was a prized family trait and he made an effort to subject Potter to it every chance he got. “How utterly plebian,” he drawled. “At least I had the decorum to don a magically appropriate costume.”
“You tossed a sheet over your head!” Potter squawked indignantly. “And besides, I’m sure ghosts don't really wear 500 count, finest Egyptian cotton lilac stripe sheets!”
“Maybe I’m a sophisticated ghost!” Malfoy growled, leaning in aggressively.
“Maybe you’re an idiot in a bed sheet!” Potter retorted, stepping forward as well. The boys were nose to nose now, glaring each other down. They were practically a hair’s-breadth from coming to blows- and they would have too, if they hadn't been interrupted.
“Boys,” Draco Malfoy drawled as he stepped into the room. “What have I told you about fighting?”
“Kick your opponent when he’s down?” Scorpius asked brightly.
“Always go for the eyes?” Albus offered.
Draco gave up. “Your turn, Harry,” he muttered, letting his chuckling companion get a word in. Harry Potter stepped in, obviously fighting to keep a straight face.
“Let’s try a different tack,” he grinned. “What have I told you about fighting?”
“Don’t do it?” Scorpius voiced tentatively.
“Ten points to Slytherin,” Harry grinned, ruffling the boy’s hair. Scorpius preened and gave his best friend a smug look. Albus pouted.
“Tosser,” he muttered sulkily.
“Mr. Potter, he’s calling me names again,” Scorpius whined, giving Harry a pleading, kittenish look that made Draco want to award ten points to Slytherin himself.
“Albus, be nice,” Harry remarked sternly. The boy hunched his shoulders and instinctively shifted towards Draco. The blond placed a hand on his back in a gesture of silent support. Albus gave him a happy grin, apparently pacified now that he had someone in his corner.
“ Aren't you two supposed to be out harassing hapless innocents for sugar?” Draco asked finally.
“We should have gone hours ago!” Albus blurted, lumbering towards the door as fast as his turtle costume would allow him. “Come on, Ghostie! Let’s move already!”
“Right behind you, Shell-don,” Scorpius smirked, swaggering off behind him.
“Be good,” Draco and Harry called out together. They exchanged a look and grinned at each other. The boys didn’t reply, slamming the door as they rushed off- laughing and joking and arguing about how much candy they were going to haul in this year.
Draco sighed in the resounding silence, closing his eyes to enjoy a rare moment of peace. That is, until an arm snaked around his waist. He opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow at Harry, who grinned and pulled him flush against his chest.
“Do all Potters have something against a quiet Halloween?” he mused, bracing himself against Harry’s broad shoulders.
“We mean well,” Harry replied, as he trailed kisses along Draco’s jaw line “We just really like our candy.” He emphasized this with a gentle bite that made Draco gasp. “Besides,” Harry went on “I didn't see your son backing down from a fight.”
“So my boy should just back down and take it?” Draco demanded with a glare. Unfortunately, his dilated pupils ruined the entire effect.
Harry’s grin turned feral. “No,” he husked. “But you should.”
He backed Draco into a sofa and the blond sprawled on his back, hooking one leg against Harry’s waist and drawing him closer. “In your dreams, Potter,” he replied, with a sultry smirk. He pulled Harry forward with a jerk of his leg, so the dark haired man stumbled and landed on top of him. Harry scowled at him over crooked glasses. “Tosser,” he muttered, promptly burying his face in the crook of Draco’s neck again.
“At least we know where Albus gets his eloquence from,” Draco chuckled.
“My son is very eloquent,” Harry protested, propping himself up on his elbows again to glare at Draco. The movement resulted in some very delicious friction and Draco couldn't help bucking forward.
“Can we please not argue about our brats right now?” he panted.
Harry laughed. “Fine. Let’s argue about where you’re going to stack those mountains of obscenely expensive dress robes you own when you move in here.”
“Oh that’s funny!” Draco huffed. “I’ll have you know that I have just the right number of dress robes befitting a…wait, what?”
“Move in with me, Draco,” Harry implored, his smile warm but uncertain “You and me and the boys. I can’t think of anything I want more.”
“You…you mean it?” a stunned Draco asked, hardly daring to believe it. “You really want me to…”
Harry cut him off with a kiss, fiercely claiming Draco’s mouth under his own. His hands carded Draco’s hair, gentle and coaxing, but iron like in their intent. Draco crumbled willingly, his frame relaxing as he gave in to Harry. As if sensing this, the dark haired man broke away, smiling down at Draco warmly.
“I can’t wait to have you and Scorpius here all the time,” he grinned happily. “Albus will be thrilled.”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “You know they’re just going to fight and brawl and curse at each other all the time now, right?”
“Yes, because we certainly have no experience with that sort of thing,” Harry replied dryly. “Merlin knows how we’ll handle a Potter and a Malfoy who want to strangle each other on sight.”
Draco couldn't help a chuckle. “That’s a fair point,” he admitted. He raised his eyes, looking deep into his lover’s warm, emerald gaze. “So we’re really doing this?”
Harry's eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned forward and brushed Draco’s lips with his own. “Scared, Malfoy?” he whispered.
Draco smirked and raised his chin defiantly. “You wish, Potter,” he retorted, deepening the kiss.
END