Hot Chocolate and Heated Looks
Title: Hot Chocolate and Heated Looks
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 200
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
★ Holiday gift for sugareey from last year with a prompt of hot chocolate
★ AdventDrabbles #14 - hot chocolate
★ dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge #14 - sharing hot chocolate
Summary: Draco knows just how to warm Harry up.
Draco stood at the large window in the kitchen and watched his daft husband remove the snow from their walk with a shovel. Since they lived in a Muggle estate, Harry insisted on doing things in the same manner that their neighbors did.
Inside, however, Draco took full advantage of his inherent magic. He turned away from the window and assembled a tea tray with flicks of his wand.
The front door banged open and shut, and Draco heard Harry stomping snow from his boots. By the time Harry entered the kitchen, Draco was seated at the table, sipping a mug of hot chocolate. Harry plopped down in the chair opposite his husband and picked up the mug that was waiting for him.
Harry took a bracing drink and sighed. "That hits the spot," he said. "Thank you."
Draco just smiled at Harry over the rim of his mug. Once Harry warmed up sufficiently, he would be looking to heat things up in a different fashion. Draco's pulse quickened in expectation. In the meantime, he was content to sit in the kitchen with Harry, sharing hot chocolate and trading heated looks.
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 200
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
★ Holiday gift for sugareey from last year with a prompt of hot chocolate
★ AdventDrabbles #14 - hot chocolate
★ dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge #14 - sharing hot chocolate
Summary: Draco knows just how to warm Harry up.
Draco stood at the large window in the kitchen and watched his daft husband remove the snow from their walk with a shovel. Since they lived in a Muggle estate, Harry insisted on doing things in the same manner that their neighbors did.
Inside, however, Draco took full advantage of his inherent magic. He turned away from the window and assembled a tea tray with flicks of his wand.
The front door banged open and shut, and Draco heard Harry stomping snow from his boots. By the time Harry entered the kitchen, Draco was seated at the table, sipping a mug of hot chocolate. Harry plopped down in the chair opposite his husband and picked up the mug that was waiting for him.
Harry took a bracing drink and sighed. "That hits the spot," he said. "Thank you."
Draco just smiled at Harry over the rim of his mug. Once Harry warmed up sufficiently, he would be looking to heat things up in a different fashion. Draco's pulse quickened in expectation. In the meantime, he was content to sit in the kitchen with Harry, sharing hot chocolate and trading heated looks.