Week 1,000,000, Femme 0 (*flips off week*)
A good friend of mine went to hospital unexpectedly yesterday for something serious, and Dragon and I spent a good chunk of the night at the hospital, then going across town to collect our friend's cats and make sure her apartment was locked up. I think I got about 2 hours of sleep on top of the 3 hours I got the night before. (Srsly, insomia?
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There was a soft crinkling noise from the living room. It was both familiar and incredibly out of place, Harry thought as he descended the staircase. As his foot left the central landing with its distinctive creak, he heard the crinkling sound stop and then there was a sharp rustle. He walked into the living room where Draco was sitting on the sofa blandly reading the Daily Prophet.
“This rag becomes worse and worse, I don't know why we take it.” Draco opined, with a disdainful shake of the pages.
“Because you like to keep track of how often you're above the fold. What's the count now, four this month? And twice more than me.” Harry grinned as he threw himself down on the sofa and draped his hand over a convenient knee.
Draco 'hmphed' but with a small smile. “Five. Not everyone can be enormously successful and fabulously wealthy.”
“And incredibly handsome.” Harry finished.
Draco inclined his head as he accepted the compliment as his due. “But of course. It pleases the shallow public.”
Harry laughed and squeezed the captive knee. “It does. It pleases other people, too.” He leaned in for a quick kiss, licking along the spicy curve of a pleased smirk. “Mmm..., are there any more Doritos?”
Draco pulled back and looked at him like he had grown two heads, and neither of them were good at kissing. “What are you on about?”
“Mmm, you were having Doritos. I didn't know you like them. Hell, I didn't know you knew what they were.” Draco gave a disdainful sniff and then looked self conscious. Harry grinned.
“Yeah, I can smell them, and I heard the bag.” He leaned in again for a slower kiss and then sighed as he pulled away. “And you taste like them. So, any more? I haven't had them in yonks.”
“Hmph. Is it my fault if that oafish cousin of yours presses them upon one as if they're the finest of Muggle fare?”
Harry snickered as Draco retrieved the bag from under the sofa. “Anything else under there? Hobnobs? Fig roll? Branston pickle?”
Draco rolled his eyes. “The bodies of mine enemies. No. You know I prefer salty treats.”
Harry tore into the bag as Draco looked on. Realising how quiet it had become, he looked up from the bag as he sucked the tangy dust from his fingers. “What?”
Draco leaned in and took Harry's suddenly still hand. He pulled it close, contemplating the thumb still coated in orange powder. “They're dreadfully messy. I had considered it a drawback...,” and he slowly sucked Harry's thumb into his mouth.
The half empty bag hit the floor next to the discarded newspaper where they lay ignored for some time.
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*cuddles Dorito!eating!Draco* :D
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