Mad Notion
Title: Mad Notion
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 750
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Birthday gift for nenne, using the prompts beach, sun, ice cream
♦ dove_drabbles Prompt #34 - Leave your worries behind
♦ hd_pots_n_porn Prompt #91 - frozen drinks
♦ hd_fluff Prompt #115 - road trip
Author's note: Part of my Surveillance series, but can be read alone.
Summary: Harry and Draco leave their worries behind on holiday.
"Finally, it's our turn for a holiday," Harry said with a sigh. After a recent, difficult case, various Aurors had taken short sabbaticals, and it was now Harry and Draco's turn.
"Where shall we go?" asked Draco.
"Somewhere warm," Harry replied quickly.
"With sun, sand, and water," Draco added in a dreamy voice.
"The beach sounds fantastic," said Harry. "Do you know what this means? Road trip!"
~*~
"Leave your worries behind in Saint Tropez," Draco said, reading aloud from the hotel brochure. He set the pamphlet down and crossed to the windows of their suite, opening the shades and blinking at the bright sunshine that streamed in.
"Let's change and head down to the beach," said Harry. "I can't wait to dip my toes in the water and sip some fruity, frozen drinks." He headed towards the en suite, only to get elbowed aside by Draco.
"Oy!" cried Harry. The bathroom door shut in his face, followed by Draco's mocking laughter.
Harry sighed and opened his suitcase. He rummaged about until he found his swim trunks, then began getting undressed. He shed his last article of clothing as the door to the en suite opened. Harry bent to step into his swim trunks. He yelped when Draco delivered a stinging slap to his naked arse.
"Ow!"
"It was too tempting a target to resist," Draco said with a smirk.
Harry dropped his trunks and pounced, tumbling Draco onto the bed.
Half and hour and a quick shower later, they headed down to the beach.
~*~
"Mm," Harry hummed, taking a sip of his margarita.
"Mm," Draco echoed as he spooned a bite of chocolate ice cream into his mouth.
Harry's cock twitched in his trunks; never mind they'd just shagged not one hour ago.
"Harry, let's retire and live here for the rest of our lives."
"You'd turn permanently red, Draco," Harry said with a chuckle. "Keep those sun screening charms up, yeah?" He had plans for Draco later, none of which involved Draco's skin being too sore for physical contact. "Besides," Harry added, "we'd be bored in a week or two."
Draco licked his spoon and dipped it into his dish again. "I don't know about that," he mused. "Surely, there must be some bad guys in Saint Tropez?"
"Pickpockets, petty thieves, and con artists, I imagine," Harry mused. He took another sip of his drink and watched people splashing in the water and strolling along the beach.
"I reckon we'd miss London," Draco said. "Mrs Fletcher would wonder what became of us."
"We could send her a postcard."
"Harry!" Draco cried. "I thought it was your job to talk me out of this mad notion, not to encourage me."
"Your mad notion has some merit," Harry said. He took another drink before chuckling. "Can you imagine the look on Moody's face, if we sent him a postcard with our resignations on it?"
Draco laughed hard enough to draw the attention of nearby beach-goers. "That would be worth it, right there," he snickered.
"Dear Moody," Harry intoned, "glad you're not here. We quit. Love, Harry and Draco."
Draco nearly dropped his ice cream. "Bloody hell, Harry, you're killing me here," he said, gasping with laughter.
Harry raised his glass to his lips, then thought better of it. He was still laughing, too, and he reckoned it would be painful to snort a margarita through his nose. "We should at least send Mrs Fletcher a postcard," he said.
"And Hugo, too."
"Why, Draco, do you miss Ron and Hermione's baby already?"
Draco's cheeks turned pink. "Shut it, you."
Harry didn't tease Draco further. He found it adorable that Draco was so smitten with baby Hugo.
A group of fit young blokes jogged by, jostling one another playfully.
Harry took a long drink of his margarita to cool off. He flicked a glance at Draco, then took another gulp of his frozen drink to stave off the heat in Draco's return gaze.
"Harry, do you-"
"Yes," Harry said quickly.
Draco just grinned and swung his legs over the side of his lounge chair. They grabbed their towels and rushed back to the hotel...and the large, comfortable bed in their suite.
~*~
Dear Moody, glad you're not here. We quit. Love, Harry and Draco.
Harry finished writing out the postcard, addressed it to the Ministry, then sneaked a quick glance at the bed. Draco was still sleeping soundly. Harry grinned and exited the room quietly so he could post the card. Moody would kill him, assuming the man didn't have a heart attack first. Harry was chuckling as he got on the lift, earning him some odd looks from the couple who were exiting the lift.
Some pranks just had to be pulled.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 750
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Birthday gift for nenne, using the prompts beach, sun, ice cream
♦ dove_drabbles Prompt #34 - Leave your worries behind
♦ hd_pots_n_porn Prompt #91 - frozen drinks
♦ hd_fluff Prompt #115 - road trip
Author's note: Part of my Surveillance series, but can be read alone.
Summary: Harry and Draco leave their worries behind on holiday.
"Finally, it's our turn for a holiday," Harry said with a sigh. After a recent, difficult case, various Aurors had taken short sabbaticals, and it was now Harry and Draco's turn.
"Where shall we go?" asked Draco.
"Somewhere warm," Harry replied quickly.
"With sun, sand, and water," Draco added in a dreamy voice.
"The beach sounds fantastic," said Harry. "Do you know what this means? Road trip!"
~*~
"Leave your worries behind in Saint Tropez," Draco said, reading aloud from the hotel brochure. He set the pamphlet down and crossed to the windows of their suite, opening the shades and blinking at the bright sunshine that streamed in.
"Let's change and head down to the beach," said Harry. "I can't wait to dip my toes in the water and sip some fruity, frozen drinks." He headed towards the en suite, only to get elbowed aside by Draco.
"Oy!" cried Harry. The bathroom door shut in his face, followed by Draco's mocking laughter.
Harry sighed and opened his suitcase. He rummaged about until he found his swim trunks, then began getting undressed. He shed his last article of clothing as the door to the en suite opened. Harry bent to step into his swim trunks. He yelped when Draco delivered a stinging slap to his naked arse.
"Ow!"
"It was too tempting a target to resist," Draco said with a smirk.
Harry dropped his trunks and pounced, tumbling Draco onto the bed.
Half and hour and a quick shower later, they headed down to the beach.
~*~
"Mm," Harry hummed, taking a sip of his margarita.
"Mm," Draco echoed as he spooned a bite of chocolate ice cream into his mouth.
Harry's cock twitched in his trunks; never mind they'd just shagged not one hour ago.
"Harry, let's retire and live here for the rest of our lives."
"You'd turn permanently red, Draco," Harry said with a chuckle. "Keep those sun screening charms up, yeah?" He had plans for Draco later, none of which involved Draco's skin being too sore for physical contact. "Besides," Harry added, "we'd be bored in a week or two."
Draco licked his spoon and dipped it into his dish again. "I don't know about that," he mused. "Surely, there must be some bad guys in Saint Tropez?"
"Pickpockets, petty thieves, and con artists, I imagine," Harry mused. He took another sip of his drink and watched people splashing in the water and strolling along the beach.
"I reckon we'd miss London," Draco said. "Mrs Fletcher would wonder what became of us."
"We could send her a postcard."
"Harry!" Draco cried. "I thought it was your job to talk me out of this mad notion, not to encourage me."
"Your mad notion has some merit," Harry said. He took another drink before chuckling. "Can you imagine the look on Moody's face, if we sent him a postcard with our resignations on it?"
Draco laughed hard enough to draw the attention of nearby beach-goers. "That would be worth it, right there," he snickered.
"Dear Moody," Harry intoned, "glad you're not here. We quit. Love, Harry and Draco."
Draco nearly dropped his ice cream. "Bloody hell, Harry, you're killing me here," he said, gasping with laughter.
Harry raised his glass to his lips, then thought better of it. He was still laughing, too, and he reckoned it would be painful to snort a margarita through his nose. "We should at least send Mrs Fletcher a postcard," he said.
"And Hugo, too."
"Why, Draco, do you miss Ron and Hermione's baby already?"
Draco's cheeks turned pink. "Shut it, you."
Harry didn't tease Draco further. He found it adorable that Draco was so smitten with baby Hugo.
A group of fit young blokes jogged by, jostling one another playfully.
Harry took a long drink of his margarita to cool off. He flicked a glance at Draco, then took another gulp of his frozen drink to stave off the heat in Draco's return gaze.
"Harry, do you-"
"Yes," Harry said quickly.
Draco just grinned and swung his legs over the side of his lounge chair. They grabbed their towels and rushed back to the hotel...and the large, comfortable bed in their suite.
~*~
Dear Moody, glad you're not here. We quit. Love, Harry and Draco.
Harry finished writing out the postcard, addressed it to the Ministry, then sneaked a quick glance at the bed. Draco was still sleeping soundly. Harry grinned and exited the room quietly so he could post the card. Moody would kill him, assuming the man didn't have a heart attack first. Harry was chuckling as he got on the lift, earning him some odd looks from the couple who were exiting the lift.
Some pranks just had to be pulled.