Cock and Bull 15
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Title: Cock and Bull 15
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, omc
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 930
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 felaine, who requested more of Cock and Bull
♦ hd_fluff Prompt No. 135 -
♦ slythindor100 Challenge No. 206 - a list of 20 words, must use at least 15 (I managed 17): detailed, tough, marble, zealous, unlock, swanky, punishment, circle, dank, grass, cock, breezy, command, dizzy, voiceless, umbrella, disappear, rainstorm, talk, shrug
Summary: When a rainy day halts gardening efforts, a trip into town for a pint at the Cock and Bull is in order.
Harry sat back in the grass and swiped at his damp forehead with the back of one gloved hand. Gardening without magic was tough work. He was hot and sweating, even though the day was breezy and overcast.
Harry frowned and looked around for Draco. "Where did he disappear to?" Harry muttered to himself. Draco was meant to be helping in the garden. Harry's scowl turned to a smirk as he considered what manner of punishment he could inflict on his hired hand for abandoning his duties.
Harry stood up and turned in a circle, eyes on the darkening sky. A rainstorm was moving in, and if he wanted to continue weeding the garden, he'd need a large umbrella. Harry sighed and gave up on the task for now. He headed back to the house, with Frankie bounding along beside him. Harry stepped up on the porch just as Draco stepped outside with two glasses of Mrs Pempelton's lemonade.
"Thirsty?" Harry drawled, his brows lowering in a frown.
"I was bringing one to you, you stroppy twat," Draco replied, raising one shoulder in a lazy shrug.
"Let's go inside and take a break," said Harry, snagging the fullest glass from Draco's hand and draining half the contents in one go.
"Thirsty?" Draco taunted.
Harry shouldered past him as he headed into the house. Once inside, he paused and let his eyes adjust. His small home was cozy, and having Draco here made it seem even more so. Harry wondered sometimes if Draco missed his swanky home in Wiltshire.
"Are we having an early tea?" asked Draco.
"It's going to rain soon," Harry said, by way of reply. "Let's get cleaned up and head into town. We can have a pint at the Cock and Bull and get some supplies."
"Dibs on the bathroom!" cried Draco, nearly trampling Harry in his haste to get ready for a jaunt into town.
~*~
Harry strolled into the Cock and Bull, followed closely by Draco. The interior was small and dank, but Harry loved it. Here, he was known only as 'Potter', a fellow farmer and patron of the local pub. Harry directed Draco to a table, while he approached the bar to order two pints of ale. As he waited, Harry smoothed his fingertips over the bar's marble top. He'd always wondered how the owner had acquired such a fine piece of workmanship, but Harry never bothered to ask.
Harry paid for the ale, picked up the glasses, and turned to join Draco. He saw that one of their neighbors had stopped by the table, possibly in an effort to talk Draco into a game of darts. Harry grinned. Draco was tremendous at darts, and he often won himself some extra, Muggle money playing at the Cock and Bull. Harry handed Draco his pint and turned to address the other bloke.
"Threadgill," he greeted with a nod.
"Potter," Howard Threadgill nodded back. "I was just asking Malfoy here about your dog."
"Frankie?" Harry responded. "She hasn't been up to your place causing trouble, has she?"
"No, nothing like that," Threadgill replied. "I was talkin' to Mrs Gilgenberry, and she was impressed with how your dog can herd sheep. You looking to sell her?"
"No, she's part of the family," Harry said, laughing a bit to ease the sting of his refusal. "I'm friends with the breeder, however, and I can see if he has any dogs available." Harry made a mental note to do just that; he'd already promised Mrs Gilgenberry, after all.
"I'd appreciate it, Potter," said Threadgill. "My old dog, Dizzy, ain't good for much but barking these days." He bade them good day and ambled off.
Harry and Draco sipped their ale in silence. Harry kept one ear tuned to the hum of conversation around them, still alert even years after the war. He heard discussions about livestock, crops, the weather--nothing surprising, considering they were in a small pub in a small village, which was surrounded by farms.
It was raining by the time they finished. When Harry and Draco left the pub, Harry caught Draco's eye as Draco was about to cast a wandless, water repelling charm. Harry thwarted Draco with a voiceless command, earning himself a sullen glare. They dashed across the street and down the pavement to the grocer's, where Harry bought some food for their next few meals.
On their race back to the Land Rover, Harry purposefully fumbled opening Draco's door, causing Draco to get soaked before he was finally able to get inside.
"You did that on purpose, arsehole," muttered Draco. He shook his head, spraying Harry with droplets of water.
Harry had the nerve to laugh. "Yeah, I did," he admitted. "The look on your face was priceless."
Draco sniffed and cast a drying charm on himself.
"That's cheating!" Harry protested.
"No, that's magic."
~*~
It was still raining when they returned home. It was too early to milk cows, and there wasn't much else they could do outside.
"Let's shag," suggested Harry.
"I want to finish reading my book," said Draco. "Go rub one out on your own."
Harry sputtered indignantly, and it was Draco's turn to laugh. He began unbuttoning his denim shirt. "It's my turn to top."
"You topped last time," Harry countered.
"I want to top again."
"I'll flip you for it," said Harry. He lunged at Draco, tumbling him onto the sofa, where a tussle for topping rights broke out. Harry didn't care if he won or lost, so long as sex with Draco was the prize.
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