FanFic50
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Prompt: 033:Communication
Word Count: 531
Rating: PG-13 for kissing O_O
Summary: Harry comes home and Draco decides to discuss why owls are not a reliable means of communication
Disclaimer: I do not own these in any way, shape of form. no infringement of copyright is intended. Also, if I owned them, more people than Dumbledore would be gay. ^_^
Notes: This was thrown together in a hurry, because of a bunny that I got that I didn't want to let get away! . ^_^ But yes, it was written quickly.
Draco threw his hands up in frustration. "Harry, honestly," he said, throwing his lover a look, half-exasperated, half-amused, holding the rumpled owl in the crook of his arm. Harry ducked his head sheepishly. "This is not an effective way to get me a letter." He dumped the owl on the perch in the kitchen, where it hooted pitifully before almost plunging its beak into the water dish next to its perch.
Harry bit his lower lip to keep from smiling. "I'm sorry, Drake," he said, walking over to Draco and looping his fingers through Draco's belt loops--he had finally convinced him to wear Muggle clothing, and Draco had since developed an obsession with designer jeans--and nuzzling the side of his neck, right where Draco was most vulnerable. He really did not want to have this conversation. He'd been in India for the past four days, and all he wanted was food, a shower, and sex with the man he loved...although maybe not in that order.
Draco, however, would not be waylaid. He purred in the back of this throat, smirking into Harry's hair as he nipped lightly at the other man's earlobe. "Harry..." he whispered it, sliding his hands up Harry's sides and down again, tugging his t-shirt out of the waistband of his pants and trailing teasing fingers along the edge of Harry's jeans.
Harry bit his lip and slid his hands up the front of Draco's shirt. "Yes?"
Draco dipped his fingers inside Harry's waistband, smiling at his boyfriend's reaction, a halg-strangled gasp. "Darling, you know that that...thing," he said, referring to the bedraggled owl, "Is not a reliable source of communication."
Harry groaned, dropping his head on Draco's shoulder. The wonderfully lithe fingers that had been teasing his hip bones had gone still, fingertips barely resting on skin. "Drake, how many times do I have to say it--I just...I forgot that she's old and that she can't find her way around so much any more, and--"
"Harry, you learned at least ten other ways of communicating with people during the war," Draco said, amused. They'd had this conversation before. "You could send a Patronus, or a Floo note,--"
"Or use one of the Ministry's owls to send it faster, or send it through inter-office communications," Harry finished for him, laughing. He wrapped his arms around Draco, pulling the taller man down to him and pressed his forehead to Draco's, locking them together.
"I just...I forget," he said, honestly. Usually he made up excuses, but this time he thought he should say it outright. "I forget all the other ways. I try to push them away from me as much as I can, because to think about them brings back memories, and..." he sighed. "It's just easier for me this way, to use the owl." He hoped Draco would understand.
Draco leaned in and rubbed his nose against Harry's lightly, a version of the Eskimo kiss. "I understand," he said, kissing his boyfriend lightly on the mouth. "But honestly, Harry, it is a little ridiculous when I get the note saying you'll be gone for four days on the day that you get home."
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Prompt: 033:Communication
Word Count: 531
Rating: PG-13 for kissing O_O
Summary: Harry comes home and Draco decides to discuss why owls are not a reliable means of communication
Disclaimer: I do not own these in any way, shape of form. no infringement of copyright is intended. Also, if I owned them, more people than Dumbledore would be gay. ^_^
Notes: This was thrown together in a hurry, because of a bunny that I got that I didn't want to let get away! . ^_^ But yes, it was written quickly.
Draco threw his hands up in frustration. "Harry, honestly," he said, throwing his lover a look, half-exasperated, half-amused, holding the rumpled owl in the crook of his arm. Harry ducked his head sheepishly. "This is not an effective way to get me a letter." He dumped the owl on the perch in the kitchen, where it hooted pitifully before almost plunging its beak into the water dish next to its perch.
Harry bit his lower lip to keep from smiling. "I'm sorry, Drake," he said, walking over to Draco and looping his fingers through Draco's belt loops--he had finally convinced him to wear Muggle clothing, and Draco had since developed an obsession with designer jeans--and nuzzling the side of his neck, right where Draco was most vulnerable. He really did not want to have this conversation. He'd been in India for the past four days, and all he wanted was food, a shower, and sex with the man he loved...although maybe not in that order.
Draco, however, would not be waylaid. He purred in the back of this throat, smirking into Harry's hair as he nipped lightly at the other man's earlobe. "Harry..." he whispered it, sliding his hands up Harry's sides and down again, tugging his t-shirt out of the waistband of his pants and trailing teasing fingers along the edge of Harry's jeans.
Harry bit his lip and slid his hands up the front of Draco's shirt. "Yes?"
Draco dipped his fingers inside Harry's waistband, smiling at his boyfriend's reaction, a halg-strangled gasp. "Darling, you know that that...thing," he said, referring to the bedraggled owl, "Is not a reliable source of communication."
Harry groaned, dropping his head on Draco's shoulder. The wonderfully lithe fingers that had been teasing his hip bones had gone still, fingertips barely resting on skin. "Drake, how many times do I have to say it--I just...I forgot that she's old and that she can't find her way around so much any more, and--"
"Harry, you learned at least ten other ways of communicating with people during the war," Draco said, amused. They'd had this conversation before. "You could send a Patronus, or a Floo note,--"
"Or use one of the Ministry's owls to send it faster, or send it through inter-office communications," Harry finished for him, laughing. He wrapped his arms around Draco, pulling the taller man down to him and pressed his forehead to Draco's, locking them together.
"I just...I forget," he said, honestly. Usually he made up excuses, but this time he thought he should say it outright. "I forget all the other ways. I try to push them away from me as much as I can, because to think about them brings back memories, and..." he sighed. "It's just easier for me this way, to use the owl." He hoped Draco would understand.
Draco leaned in and rubbed his nose against Harry's lightly, a version of the Eskimo kiss. "I understand," he said, kissing his boyfriend lightly on the mouth. "But honestly, Harry, it is a little ridiculous when I get the note saying you'll be gone for four days on the day that you get home."