Meat and Potatoes
Title: Meat and Potatoes
Author:
enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, ocs
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None
Word count: 315
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
hd_pots_n_porn Prompt #75 - potatoes
Dedicated to:
alisanne for posting the prompt for me while the Siege of Stupidity continues.
Author's note: Part of my Samantha & Matthew verse, but it can be read alone.
Summary: Draco left Harry in charge, and Harry dropped the ball.
Draco stepped out of the Floo with a grateful sigh. He'd left home that morning, and it was now mid-afternoon. The meeting he'd been obligated to attend was boring, and Draco was glad to return home to his family.
Draco peered into the family room and smiled. His daughter Samantha was reclining on one of the sofas, intent on the book in her hands. His son Matthew was busy drawing a portrait of Mango, the family dog. Mango was cooperating by sitting at attention.
"Hi, Dad," said Matthew, sparing his father a glance.
"Where's your father?" Draco asked.
"He's in the living room, watching the telly," Samantha replied.
"You two didn't tie him up and leave him in the chicken coop?" teased Draco.
Samantha giggled. "We tried to lock him in the rabbit hutch, but he escaped."
Draco laughed at her banter. "I trust you two behaved yourselves?"
"Yes, Dad," they both answered.
Draco shrugged out of his suit coat. "What did your father fix you for lunch?"
Sam and Matthew exchanged guilty glances, and Draco was instantly suspicious. "Well?" he demanded.
It was Matthew who finally spoke up. "Dad told us not to tell you," he mumbled.
Draco's jaw firmed. "The sooner you tell me, the less trouble all three of you will be in," he growled.
~*~
"Harry."
"Draco!" Harry exclaimed, sitting up straight from where he'd been kicked back on the sofa. "I didn't hear you come home. How was your meeting?"
"Fine," Draco replied. "Did the children behave?"
"Other than a disagreement over whose turn it was to walk Mango, they've been wonderful."
"Splendid," said Draco. "What did you make them for lunch?"
Harry's eyes shifted to the side. "I gave them meat and potatoes."
Draco planted his hands on his hips, the better to berate his husband. "Meat and potatoes, my arse! You fed them hot dogs and crisps!"
B is for Bunny
Author:
enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, ocs
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None
Word count: 315
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
hd_pots_n_porn Prompt #75 - potatoes
Dedicated to:
alisanne for posting the prompt for me while the Siege of Stupidity continues.
Author's note: Part of my Samantha & Matthew verse, but it can be read alone.
Summary: Draco left Harry in charge, and Harry dropped the ball.
Draco stepped out of the Floo with a grateful sigh. He'd left home that morning, and it was now mid-afternoon. The meeting he'd been obligated to attend was boring, and Draco was glad to return home to his family.
Draco peered into the family room and smiled. His daughter Samantha was reclining on one of the sofas, intent on the book in her hands. His son Matthew was busy drawing a portrait of Mango, the family dog. Mango was cooperating by sitting at attention.
"Hi, Dad," said Matthew, sparing his father a glance.
"Where's your father?" Draco asked.
"He's in the living room, watching the telly," Samantha replied.
"You two didn't tie him up and leave him in the chicken coop?" teased Draco.
Samantha giggled. "We tried to lock him in the rabbit hutch, but he escaped."
Draco laughed at her banter. "I trust you two behaved yourselves?"
"Yes, Dad," they both answered.
Draco shrugged out of his suit coat. "What did your father fix you for lunch?"
Sam and Matthew exchanged guilty glances, and Draco was instantly suspicious. "Well?" he demanded.
It was Matthew who finally spoke up. "Dad told us not to tell you," he mumbled.
Draco's jaw firmed. "The sooner you tell me, the less trouble all three of you will be in," he growled.
~*~
"Harry."
"Draco!" Harry exclaimed, sitting up straight from where he'd been kicked back on the sofa. "I didn't hear you come home. How was your meeting?"
"Fine," Draco replied. "Did the children behave?"
"Other than a disagreement over whose turn it was to walk Mango, they've been wonderful."
"Splendid," said Draco. "What did you make them for lunch?"
Harry's eyes shifted to the side. "I gave them meat and potatoes."
Draco planted his hands on his hips, the better to berate his husband. "Meat and potatoes, my arse! You fed them hot dogs and crisps!"
B is for Bunny