Barkley
Title: Barkley
Rating: PG 13
Warning(s): (Humorous and totally non serious) suggestion of infidelity
Word Count: 700
Author's notes: Written for slythindor100's Prompts: Puppy with a Santa Hat, Cookies.
Summary: Draco wakes up to a strange bloke in his bed.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
Draco woke up to a headache and a cold, wet nose snuffing against him.
“Harry, quit it,” he mumbled, turning over and burrowing into his covers. “Keep it in your pants, for the love of Merlin.”
Honestly, how was Harry in any shape for early morning sex? Last night’s Christmas Party was still hanging over him like a particularly festive spectre. They had only intended to host their close friends at a small, intimate gathering. Then Blaise broke out the Firewhisky and Longbottom moved the party to the Leaky Cauldron and everything else was a bit of a blur. When Weasley donned a lampshade on his head and jumped up on a table, Draco had decided to bow out. Harry, however, had opted to party until the sun came up.
Therefore, this display of foreplay was not only uncalled for, it was also unnatural.
“Seriously?” Draco grumbled as a warm tongue licked at his neck insistently. “Leave me alone, you animal. My head hurts and I’m not going to...”
A shrill whine interrupted his scolding- and it was definitely not the one Harry employed when he wanted sex. Draco’s eyes snapped open at once and he turned around, only to witness something that was equal parts adorable and befuddling.
The golden retriever puppy yawned sleepily and snuggled back against his arm.
Draco stared. Then he rubbed his eyes a few times.
“You’re not Harry,” he blurted out.
The puppy licked him. It yawned again, causing the big, floppy Santa hat it was wearing to slip down a few inches. Draco grinned despite the confounding situation. This was by far, one of the best wake ups he’d ever had (not including Harry’s special efforts, of course).
“Who’s a little darling?” he cooed, stroking the small thing. “And where did you come from, hm?”
Of course, he had a fairly good idea.
Draco chuckled and shook his head fondly, before picking his little guest up carefully. “Come on,” he murmured, petting the puppy absently as he made his way to the kitchen. “Let’s find out what this is all about.”
Predictably, Harry was cooking up a storm in the kitchen. Draco caught the scent of fresh baked cookies. He would bet every Galleon he had that they were not I-made-you-these-because-I-love-you cookies. No, these were clearly please-let-me-keep-him cookies.
“Dare I ask?” he drawled.
Harry turned around and grinned sheepishly as Draco hoisted up the still sleeping puppy. It kicked one little leg out and started snoring and Draco had to fight the urge to break into a smile himself.
“I see you two have met,” Harry commented.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Next time you decide to invite a strange bloke into our bed, how about giving a little warning?”
Harry scrubbed his hair awkwardly. “We may have been a little drunk last night,” he explained. “Luna took us on a trip to the local shelter and well...there you go. If it helps, Ron got a cockatoo.”
Draco scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Why can’t you just come back from the bar with lipstick on your collar like a normal person?”
Harry made a face and tossed some sugar at him. “He doesn’t have anywhere else to go,” he declared. His tone was imploring with just the slightest touch of challenge. “You’re not going to send him back, are you?”
Draco took one look at Harry’s pleading eyes and another at Sleepy Santa still nestled against him. A stronger man would have resisted and put his foot down.
Well, good for him, Draco thought.
“Fine," he sighed, cradling the puppy to his chest. "Barkley can stay.”
Harry grinned in sheer delight and it was almost worth the chewed up slippers, torn curtains and scratched up furniture he would undoubtedly have to deal with in the future. Draco rolled his eyes and pulled his boyfriend in for a kiss, making sure to keep Barkley from getting crushed in the process.
“I love you,” Harry murmured. “And I know you’ll love Barkley. Wait ‘til you meet his brothers and sisters.”
“I’m sure I’ll- wait, what?”
Harry grinned and offered up a platter.
“Cookie?”
Rating: PG 13
Warning(s): (Humorous and totally non serious) suggestion of infidelity
Word Count: 700
Author's notes: Written for slythindor100's Prompts: Puppy with a Santa Hat, Cookies.
Summary: Draco wakes up to a strange bloke in his bed.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
Draco woke up to a headache and a cold, wet nose snuffing against him.
“Harry, quit it,” he mumbled, turning over and burrowing into his covers. “Keep it in your pants, for the love of Merlin.”
Honestly, how was Harry in any shape for early morning sex? Last night’s Christmas Party was still hanging over him like a particularly festive spectre. They had only intended to host their close friends at a small, intimate gathering. Then Blaise broke out the Firewhisky and Longbottom moved the party to the Leaky Cauldron and everything else was a bit of a blur. When Weasley donned a lampshade on his head and jumped up on a table, Draco had decided to bow out. Harry, however, had opted to party until the sun came up.
Therefore, this display of foreplay was not only uncalled for, it was also unnatural.
“Seriously?” Draco grumbled as a warm tongue licked at his neck insistently. “Leave me alone, you animal. My head hurts and I’m not going to...”
A shrill whine interrupted his scolding- and it was definitely not the one Harry employed when he wanted sex. Draco’s eyes snapped open at once and he turned around, only to witness something that was equal parts adorable and befuddling.
The golden retriever puppy yawned sleepily and snuggled back against his arm.
Draco stared. Then he rubbed his eyes a few times.
“You’re not Harry,” he blurted out.
The puppy licked him. It yawned again, causing the big, floppy Santa hat it was wearing to slip down a few inches. Draco grinned despite the confounding situation. This was by far, one of the best wake ups he’d ever had (not including Harry’s special efforts, of course).
“Who’s a little darling?” he cooed, stroking the small thing. “And where did you come from, hm?”
Of course, he had a fairly good idea.
Draco chuckled and shook his head fondly, before picking his little guest up carefully. “Come on,” he murmured, petting the puppy absently as he made his way to the kitchen. “Let’s find out what this is all about.”
Predictably, Harry was cooking up a storm in the kitchen. Draco caught the scent of fresh baked cookies. He would bet every Galleon he had that they were not I-made-you-these-because-I-love-you cookies. No, these were clearly please-let-me-keep-him cookies.
“Dare I ask?” he drawled.
Harry turned around and grinned sheepishly as Draco hoisted up the still sleeping puppy. It kicked one little leg out and started snoring and Draco had to fight the urge to break into a smile himself.
“I see you two have met,” Harry commented.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Next time you decide to invite a strange bloke into our bed, how about giving a little warning?”
Harry scrubbed his hair awkwardly. “We may have been a little drunk last night,” he explained. “Luna took us on a trip to the local shelter and well...there you go. If it helps, Ron got a cockatoo.”
Draco scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Why can’t you just come back from the bar with lipstick on your collar like a normal person?”
Harry made a face and tossed some sugar at him. “He doesn’t have anywhere else to go,” he declared. His tone was imploring with just the slightest touch of challenge. “You’re not going to send him back, are you?”
Draco took one look at Harry’s pleading eyes and another at Sleepy Santa still nestled against him. A stronger man would have resisted and put his foot down.
Well, good for him, Draco thought.
“Fine," he sighed, cradling the puppy to his chest. "Barkley can stay.”
Harry grinned in sheer delight and it was almost worth the chewed up slippers, torn curtains and scratched up furniture he would undoubtedly have to deal with in the future. Draco rolled his eyes and pulled his boyfriend in for a kiss, making sure to keep Barkley from getting crushed in the process.
“I love you,” Harry murmured. “And I know you’ll love Barkley. Wait ‘til you meet his brothers and sisters.”
“I’m sure I’ll- wait, what?”
Harry grinned and offered up a platter.
“Cookie?”