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Title - A Pile of Mush for Jelly Babies
Author - Feed_me_bug
Pairing - Harry/Draco
Rating - R (I think, its mostly language and suggestions)
Warnings - Slashy goodness
Extras - Rotherstone is my creation. He is not really described here, but he will be in later fics…Good old Rotherstone.
Summary - Harry is late home. Draco is not a Happy Chappy.
Draco silently cursed under his breath. It was 11 at night and Harry Fucking Potter, the Git-who-had-lived, wasn't home. Draco was currently lying in all his naked splendour in bed. He had been on the chair, but after trying desperately to not get cold and failing miserable, he had gone to the warmth of his slightly Harry smelling bed. You see tonight Draco had decided he was going to spoil Harry. His plan had four stages:
1. Welcome Harry home and make sure he was happy.
2. Make Harry take a bath. This was for both Harry's and his own pleasure, after all, who wouldn't enjoy a hot and naked Harry?
3. Tease Harry with chocolate and Wine to get him...Excited.
4. Fuck Harry into oblivion. This being the main event.
However, there was a crucial part of this plan missing. WonderBoy STILL wasn't back. And just to top it all off, Harry hadn’t told him he was going to be late. Not a call, a quick floo, not even a small note from that pigeon of his.
Draco was just about to grumble and complain some more, when he heard a familiar thud come from downstairs. With a flick of the bed covers and wrapping himself up in a nightgown, Harry’s nightgown, he was pounding down the stairs, a scowl already on his face to greet Harry. He stopped and leant against the doorframe as he looked down at a thoroughly messed up, covered in black dust, glasses askew, Harry.
“You look a mess Potter.” Draco snapped, giving Harry a clear view of the scowl.
Harry flinched ever so slightly. The only time Draco would call him Potter was when he was really pissed off. Really, really pissed. Harry gave him a weak smile and, brushing himself down and straightening his glasses, he got to his feet and pulled a scrunched up bag from his pocket.
“Now I know you’re mad at me…” Draco gave a quiet ‘Hmmph’ as Harry spoke slowly. “But I honestly tried to tell you I was late home but I couldn’t spare any time. Rotherstone needed me to stay behind and do some extra time, we’re short on Aurors you know that.” Harry paused and lifted the little bag up to Draco, “I brought you some Jelly Babies to say sorry.” He added with the best puppy dog eyes he could. Jelly Babies were one of Draco's very few weaknesses, and Merlin be damned if he wasn’t going to use that to his advantage! Harry new that when it came to Jelly Babies, Draco was a pile of mush.
Draco gave a low grumble and snatched the Jelly Babies away, opening them immediately and popping a red one into his mouth.
“I had tonight planned you know. It was going great until you didn’t bloody come home.” Draco mumbled.
Harry smiled and wrapped his arms around the blonde’s waist. “How about I bloody cum hard then? Hmmm?” He chuckled as he nuzzled at Draco’s neck.
Draco couldn’t agree more.
Author - Feed_me_bug
Pairing - Harry/Draco
Rating - R (I think, its mostly language and suggestions)
Warnings - Slashy goodness
Extras - Rotherstone is my creation. He is not really described here, but he will be in later fics…Good old Rotherstone.
Summary - Harry is late home. Draco is not a Happy Chappy.
Draco silently cursed under his breath. It was 11 at night and Harry Fucking Potter, the Git-who-had-lived, wasn't home. Draco was currently lying in all his naked splendour in bed. He had been on the chair, but after trying desperately to not get cold and failing miserable, he had gone to the warmth of his slightly Harry smelling bed. You see tonight Draco had decided he was going to spoil Harry. His plan had four stages:
1. Welcome Harry home and make sure he was happy.
2. Make Harry take a bath. This was for both Harry's and his own pleasure, after all, who wouldn't enjoy a hot and naked Harry?
3. Tease Harry with chocolate and Wine to get him...Excited.
4. Fuck Harry into oblivion. This being the main event.
However, there was a crucial part of this plan missing. WonderBoy STILL wasn't back. And just to top it all off, Harry hadn’t told him he was going to be late. Not a call, a quick floo, not even a small note from that pigeon of his.
Draco was just about to grumble and complain some more, when he heard a familiar thud come from downstairs. With a flick of the bed covers and wrapping himself up in a nightgown, Harry’s nightgown, he was pounding down the stairs, a scowl already on his face to greet Harry. He stopped and leant against the doorframe as he looked down at a thoroughly messed up, covered in black dust, glasses askew, Harry.
“You look a mess Potter.” Draco snapped, giving Harry a clear view of the scowl.
Harry flinched ever so slightly. The only time Draco would call him Potter was when he was really pissed off. Really, really pissed. Harry gave him a weak smile and, brushing himself down and straightening his glasses, he got to his feet and pulled a scrunched up bag from his pocket.
“Now I know you’re mad at me…” Draco gave a quiet ‘Hmmph’ as Harry spoke slowly. “But I honestly tried to tell you I was late home but I couldn’t spare any time. Rotherstone needed me to stay behind and do some extra time, we’re short on Aurors you know that.” Harry paused and lifted the little bag up to Draco, “I brought you some Jelly Babies to say sorry.” He added with the best puppy dog eyes he could. Jelly Babies were one of Draco's very few weaknesses, and Merlin be damned if he wasn’t going to use that to his advantage! Harry new that when it came to Jelly Babies, Draco was a pile of mush.
Draco gave a low grumble and snatched the Jelly Babies away, opening them immediately and popping a red one into his mouth.
“I had tonight planned you know. It was going great until you didn’t bloody come home.” Draco mumbled.
Harry smiled and wrapped his arms around the blonde’s waist. “How about I bloody cum hard then? Hmmm?” He chuckled as he nuzzled at Draco’s neck.
Draco couldn’t agree more.