Hitch My Pony
Title: Hitch My Pony
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: hogwarts365 Prompt No. 330 - lethal, string, carriage
Summary: Harry puts his foot in his mouth.
"I'm thinking of buying a carriage."
Draco glanced up from a book on potions. "What in Merlin's name would you do with a carriage?"
"I could hitch my pony to it," Harry smirked.
"If you wanted to sleep on the sofa tonight, why not simply say so?"
Harry's smug grin faded. "I was only having you on," he muttered, picking at a loose thread on said sofa. In reality, he had thought hitching Draco, in his Animagus form, to a carriage was a smashing idea, but his boyfriend obviously disagreed. He tried again.
"You've pulled a sleigh before." Harry yelped and ducked when Draco chucked the heavy book at his head. He let loose with a string of curses and ended with, "You could have killed me, you arsehole!"
"It slipped," Draco said with a shrug.
Harry fumed and opened his mouth but thought better of it. He knew his boyfriend had a lethal temper; it made things exciting on the home front...and in bed. Harry sat up straight. Perhaps now would be a good time to redirect Draco's angry energy.
"Let's go up to bed," he murmured in a husky voice.
"I'll go up to bed when I'm tired," Draco responded with a sniff. "You're sleeping on the sofa tonight, remember?"
"Draco!" gasped Harry. "You don't mean that."
"Hah!"
Harry's brow furrowed as he considered how best to get back into Draco's good graces. "I'll give you a back rub."
"I want a back rub and a foot rub," Draco countered.
Harry's shoulders slumped with relief. "It's a deal."
"I didn't say you were welcome to sleep with me afterward."
"What?!"
Draco laughed at Harry's outrage. "It would serve you right after suggesting I haul your lazy arse around in a carriage, as if you're some sort of royalty."
Harry didn't dare admit that seeing a royal entourage on the telly is where he got the idea. "I'm sorry, okay? It seemed like fun, but I didn't consider your perspective because I'm a selfish cunt, blah blah blah. May we get to the make up sex now?"
"Very well, Harry," said Draco. "We'll have make up sex after you rub my back and feet."
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