Fragile
Title: Fragile
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 375
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: magicallioness for the batik card she sent me, lo so long ago.
Summary: Harry returns from abroad, bearing a gift.
Draco wasn't aware he was pacing the parlor until he tripped over his cat.
"My apologies, Catriona," he muttered when she squawked at him and dashed away to smooth her fur. Of course, the brief moment Draco wasn't focused on the Floo is when it activated with a whoosh. He nearly tripped over himself as he rushed forward, catching Harry as he tumbled out.
Harry laughed. "Sorry, love. I reckon I'm still pants at Floo trav-"
Whatever else Harry may have said was smothered in the urgent press of Draco's mouth on his. Draco didn't lift his head until he needed to breathe. "Welcome home," he husked.
Harry blinked up at him. "With a welcome like that, I may just travel more."
"Don't you dare," growled Draco, arms tightening around his husband.
Harry responded with a cheeky grin. "No worries there," he said. "You know I prefer to stay home. I wouldn't have made the trip to Jakarta if they hadn't insisted on me being the one to help train some of their new recruits."
"Perhaps it's time you retire, Auror Malfoy-Potter."
"I've thought about it, believe me," said Harry. He extricated himself from Draco's grasp and bent to pet Catriona. "Hello, Cat. Did you guard the home while I was away?"
Draco snorted. "She exterminated a moth."
Harry scratched her chin. "Good job, Cat." He straightened and smiled at Draco. "I brought you a gift."
"Is it in your pants?"
Harry laughed, even as his eyes darkened with interest. "Aside from that, you berk." He reached into his jacket pocket and brought forth a small, flat box.
Draco accepted it and opened the lid. He withdrew a gorgeous silk tie, patterned in shades of gray, blue, and plum. "This is tremendous, Harry. Thank you. It's batik, yeah?"
Harry nodded. "I saw several in a shop window, and I couldn't resist buying that one for you. It will bring out those delightful flecks of blue in your eyes."
"Thank you," Draco repeated, leaning in to kiss Harry again. He drew back and admired the tie once more. "It's a shame it's too fragile."
Harry's jaw dropped in dismay. "Too fragile to wear?!"
Draco grinned at him. "Too fragile to tie you up with."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 375
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: magicallioness for the batik card she sent me, lo so long ago.
Summary: Harry returns from abroad, bearing a gift.
Draco wasn't aware he was pacing the parlor until he tripped over his cat.
"My apologies, Catriona," he muttered when she squawked at him and dashed away to smooth her fur. Of course, the brief moment Draco wasn't focused on the Floo is when it activated with a whoosh. He nearly tripped over himself as he rushed forward, catching Harry as he tumbled out.
Harry laughed. "Sorry, love. I reckon I'm still pants at Floo trav-"
Whatever else Harry may have said was smothered in the urgent press of Draco's mouth on his. Draco didn't lift his head until he needed to breathe. "Welcome home," he husked.
Harry blinked up at him. "With a welcome like that, I may just travel more."
"Don't you dare," growled Draco, arms tightening around his husband.
Harry responded with a cheeky grin. "No worries there," he said. "You know I prefer to stay home. I wouldn't have made the trip to Jakarta if they hadn't insisted on me being the one to help train some of their new recruits."
"Perhaps it's time you retire, Auror Malfoy-Potter."
"I've thought about it, believe me," said Harry. He extricated himself from Draco's grasp and bent to pet Catriona. "Hello, Cat. Did you guard the home while I was away?"
Draco snorted. "She exterminated a moth."
Harry scratched her chin. "Good job, Cat." He straightened and smiled at Draco. "I brought you a gift."
"Is it in your pants?"
Harry laughed, even as his eyes darkened with interest. "Aside from that, you berk." He reached into his jacket pocket and brought forth a small, flat box.
Draco accepted it and opened the lid. He withdrew a gorgeous silk tie, patterned in shades of gray, blue, and plum. "This is tremendous, Harry. Thank you. It's batik, yeah?"
Harry nodded. "I saw several in a shop window, and I couldn't resist buying that one for you. It will bring out those delightful flecks of blue in your eyes."
"Thank you," Draco repeated, leaning in to kiss Harry again. He drew back and admired the tie once more. "It's a shame it's too fragile."
Harry's jaw dropped in dismay. "Too fragile to wear?!"
Draco grinned at him. "Too fragile to tie you up with."