Mornings With Malfoy
Title: Mornings with Malfoy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500 (approx.)
Summary: Mornings with Malfoy suck. Or do they?
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, or the characters in it. The following was written purely for fun, not profit.
Harry smiled as the warm sunshine streamed into his room. He stretched languidly and sat up, refreshed and happy. Whistling a tune, he brushed, showered and unsuccessfully attempted to comb his hair. Then he went downstairs to see to breakfast. He was just in the middle of frying up some eggs when something blonde and cranky shuffled into the kitchen.
"Coffee," it demanded imperiously.
"Some people say good morning," Harry retorted as the Slytherin slumped against the counter, peering suspiciously into the frying pan. Then he shook his head stubbornly, tousling his hair even more- if such a thing was possible. "Coffee," he snapped again, as if demanding the Elixir of Life- which for Malfoy - it probably was. He held out a mug and tapped Harry's shoulder repeatedly with it for emphasis. The Gryffindor rolled his eyes.
"I heard you the first time. Merlin, is that all you can say? Do you want eggs?"
"Coffee!" he bellowed and Harry bit back a laugh. His roommate was really not a morning person. He ruffled Draco's hair, ignoring the growl of protest and set up a pot of coffee for his Highness. By the time he had turned, Malfoy had already staked claim on the bigger egg and crunchier toast. And he was lounging in Harry's chair, the great prat.
"I don't suppose you're going to say thank you?" he demanded, slightly annoyed. The blonde sneered and shovelled toast into his mouth. Harry winced. Why he'd been under the impression that Draco had pristine table manners was beyond him. He really was a piece of work in the mornings, and frankly it pissed off the Gryffindor something awful. He sat and glared at the fast emptying plate while Draco continued to guzzle. Mornings with Malfoy sucked, he decided.
"Here, you pillock," he muttered a few minutes later, handing Draco a steaming cup of coffee. "Happy now?" His good mood from the morning was ruined and he was going to sulk now, if no one minded. He buried himself behind the Prophet, ignoring his poor excuse for a roommate for as long as he possibly could.
Malfoy took a sip of his sainted caffeine and sighed as an expression of complete bliss took over his face. He stared into his mug, and then at Harry who was still hidden behind hisProphet. Then he got up and walked over to the Gryffindor, knelt down beside him and kissed his cheek.
"Thanks, Potter," he said softly.
"W-what for?" Harry blurted, completely taken aback.
"For putting up with me," he replied. With another soft kiss- this time to Harry's lips- Draco got up and left, coffee still in hand.
Harry stared after him in a slight daze, touching his lips where the Slytherin had kissed him.
Maybe, mornings with Malfoy weren't so bad after all.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500 (approx.)
Summary: Mornings with Malfoy suck. Or do they?
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, or the characters in it. The following was written purely for fun, not profit.
Harry smiled as the warm sunshine streamed into his room. He stretched languidly and sat up, refreshed and happy. Whistling a tune, he brushed, showered and unsuccessfully attempted to comb his hair. Then he went downstairs to see to breakfast. He was just in the middle of frying up some eggs when something blonde and cranky shuffled into the kitchen.
"Coffee," it demanded imperiously.
"Some people say good morning," Harry retorted as the Slytherin slumped against the counter, peering suspiciously into the frying pan. Then he shook his head stubbornly, tousling his hair even more- if such a thing was possible. "Coffee," he snapped again, as if demanding the Elixir of Life- which for Malfoy - it probably was. He held out a mug and tapped Harry's shoulder repeatedly with it for emphasis. The Gryffindor rolled his eyes.
"I heard you the first time. Merlin, is that all you can say? Do you want eggs?"
"Coffee!" he bellowed and Harry bit back a laugh. His roommate was really not a morning person. He ruffled Draco's hair, ignoring the growl of protest and set up a pot of coffee for his Highness. By the time he had turned, Malfoy had already staked claim on the bigger egg and crunchier toast. And he was lounging in Harry's chair, the great prat.
"I don't suppose you're going to say thank you?" he demanded, slightly annoyed. The blonde sneered and shovelled toast into his mouth. Harry winced. Why he'd been under the impression that Draco had pristine table manners was beyond him. He really was a piece of work in the mornings, and frankly it pissed off the Gryffindor something awful. He sat and glared at the fast emptying plate while Draco continued to guzzle. Mornings with Malfoy sucked, he decided.
"Here, you pillock," he muttered a few minutes later, handing Draco a steaming cup of coffee. "Happy now?" His good mood from the morning was ruined and he was going to sulk now, if no one minded. He buried himself behind the Prophet, ignoring his poor excuse for a roommate for as long as he possibly could.
Malfoy took a sip of his sainted caffeine and sighed as an expression of complete bliss took over his face. He stared into his mug, and then at Harry who was still hidden behind hisProphet. Then he got up and walked over to the Gryffindor, knelt down beside him and kissed his cheek.
"Thanks, Potter," he said softly.
"W-what for?" Harry blurted, completely taken aback.
"For putting up with me," he replied. With another soft kiss- this time to Harry's lips- Draco got up and left, coffee still in hand.
Harry stared after him in a slight daze, touching his lips where the Slytherin had kissed him.
Maybe, mornings with Malfoy weren't so bad after all.