There Are Spells for That
Title: There Are Spells for That
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Prompt Drabble No. 29 - This is my favorite book for whoafangirl
♦ hogwarts365 Prompt No. 202 - "Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.", questions, West Tower
Summary: Draco finds no peace in the library.
Draco didn't look up from his book when Harry entered their small library. He did smile, however, when Harry sat down at the other end of the settee.
"I woke up, and you weren't in bed," said Harry.
"Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone," Draco quipped.
Harry hunched his shoulders. "Was I snoring again?"
"It's okay, I was restless anyway," said Draco. "I made hot chocolate," he added, gesturing at the tray he'd set on the coffee table.
"That sounds fantastic," Harry responded. He poured himself a cup, took a sip, and sighed in pleasure. "What are you reading?"
"This is my favorite book," Draco replied. "It's called Reflections from the West Tower."
"Is it a mystery?"
"You're full of questions tonight," said Draco. "The book is an autobiography."
Harry made a face and went back to sipping his chocolate. Eventually, he asked, "How much longer do you intend to read?"
"How much longer do you intend to snore?" Draco countered.
"There are spells for that, you wanker," said Harry. "You can fire one off without even waking me up."
Draco chuckled at Harry's obvious pique. "Do you want to return to bed to sleep, or were you trying to interest me in something more...shall we say, energetic?"
Harry's eyes darkened over the rim of his mug. "I wanted to get some sleep, but your suggestion sounds much more interesting."
"We don't need the bed for that."
"Now you're talking," said Harry, setting his mug down once more. He shifted onto his knees and leaned close, plucking the book out of Draco's hands and setting it aside carefully.
"Help, I'm about to be molested!" Draco cried in an exaggerated falsetto.
Harry's eyes widened before he laughed. "You're killing the mood."
"Shall I moan and pant and gasp out 'oh yes, yes, yes' a few times?" Draco offered.
"Mm, yeah," Harry murmured as he draped himself over Draco and began feathering kisses along his neck.
Draco gasped involuntarily before he remembered his role. "Yes, yes, yes," he chanted, squirming to get more comfortable. "Wait, did you bring some lube?"
Harry didn't miss a beat. "There are spells for that."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Prompt Drabble No. 29 - This is my favorite book for whoafangirl
♦ hogwarts365 Prompt No. 202 - "Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.", questions, West Tower
Summary: Draco finds no peace in the library.
Draco didn't look up from his book when Harry entered their small library. He did smile, however, when Harry sat down at the other end of the settee.
"I woke up, and you weren't in bed," said Harry.
"Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone," Draco quipped.
Harry hunched his shoulders. "Was I snoring again?"
"It's okay, I was restless anyway," said Draco. "I made hot chocolate," he added, gesturing at the tray he'd set on the coffee table.
"That sounds fantastic," Harry responded. He poured himself a cup, took a sip, and sighed in pleasure. "What are you reading?"
"This is my favorite book," Draco replied. "It's called Reflections from the West Tower."
"Is it a mystery?"
"You're full of questions tonight," said Draco. "The book is an autobiography."
Harry made a face and went back to sipping his chocolate. Eventually, he asked, "How much longer do you intend to read?"
"How much longer do you intend to snore?" Draco countered.
"There are spells for that, you wanker," said Harry. "You can fire one off without even waking me up."
Draco chuckled at Harry's obvious pique. "Do you want to return to bed to sleep, or were you trying to interest me in something more...shall we say, energetic?"
Harry's eyes darkened over the rim of his mug. "I wanted to get some sleep, but your suggestion sounds much more interesting."
"We don't need the bed for that."
"Now you're talking," said Harry, setting his mug down once more. He shifted onto his knees and leaned close, plucking the book out of Draco's hands and setting it aside carefully.
"Help, I'm about to be molested!" Draco cried in an exaggerated falsetto.
Harry's eyes widened before he laughed. "You're killing the mood."
"Shall I moan and pant and gasp out 'oh yes, yes, yes' a few times?" Draco offered.
"Mm, yeah," Harry murmured as he draped himself over Draco and began feathering kisses along his neck.
Draco gasped involuntarily before he remembered his role. "Yes, yes, yes," he chanted, squirming to get more comfortable. "Wait, did you bring some lube?"
Harry didn't miss a beat. "There are spells for that."