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Happy Valentine's Day! ::hugsmooches::
Warning: So much fluff your head will probably explode.
Author: Katherine
Category: Harry Potter
Genre: Romance/Humour
Rating: PG
Pairing: H/D
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue
Summary: V-Day fluff. Especially dedicated to serinamalfoy and dreamblossom because they rock.
Harry was rudely awakened on the 14th of February by two fluffy pillows pummeling him freely.
“Potter! Wake up!” An imperious voice insisted, whacking him again on the head for good measure.
“Do you know what day it is?” As the voice rose to an alarmingly high crescendo, Harry blearily opened one eye to witness his lover glaring fiercely at him.
Panic swept across his mind and wrestled with his stomach.
Shit, shit, shit.
“Your Birthday?” Harry ventured timidly, his voice cracking with dread.
He was rewarded by another smack from the pillow.
“Hey!” Harry complained. “You nearly took my head off!”
Narrowing his eyes at Harry, Draco huffed, “You deserve it for forgetting that today is Valentine’s Day! Now go out of this room and do not come back until you have succeeded in making it special for me!”
“Yes, your highness,” Harry said mockingly as he shook his head in disbelief, before grabbing his glasses and stomping out of the room.
“I only stayed because of the sex anyways!” Harry yelled crossly at the door that had slammed shut in his face.
***
Balancing a pile of parcels precariously and trying desperately to remember all the whimsical Valentine’s Day charms Hermione had given him a crash course in, Harry stepped cautiously into his apartment.
“Draco?” He carefully pushed open the bedroom door and was surprised to see his lover nestled deep within the folds of the silk sheets.
Maybe he’s naked and waiting for me.
A huge grin spread over Harry’s face as he enthusiastically bounced onto the bed.
“Ah!” Harry’s lover screamed in girlish terror as he shied away from him.
“You nearly crushed me, you brute!” Draco pouted, whacking him with a pillow once again. “I’m sick!”
Rubbing his head, Harry stuck out his lower lip petulantly. “Well, you still have strength to hit me!”
Instead of replying, Draco fell back onto the mountains of pillows, his silver hair creating a halo around his angelic face. Opening his eyes tragically wide, he bit his lower lip, sniffling slightly.
Draco was irresistibly adorable when he was sick.
It must be a Malfoy survival trait, Harry thought darkly.
Draco’s lower lip started to tremble.
And Harry melted.
“It’s okay, Draco.” Harry wrapped an arm around his lover and Draco immediately snuggled onto his chest, nestling contently.
“Hey, watch,” Harry whispered affectionately as he waved his wand and muttered under his breath.
Two miniature snowy doves materialized and swooped dramatically around the room before colliding with each other and exploding in a fury of sparks.
Coughing slightly from the hazy smoke, Draco opened his mouth, ready to mock his lover.
But Harry’s eyes were so earnest and his breath was so warm and his heart was beating so fast that all Draco could do was lean forward and sweep his lips across his lover’s.
Drawing back, Draco smiled and ignored Harry’s moans of protest. “I’m sick,” He reminded his lover.
Harry grinned impishly
“Kiss me anyway.”
Author: Katherine
Category: Spiderman
Genre: Romance/ Humour
Rating: PG
Pairing: H/P
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue
Summary: V-Day fluff. Dedicated to aefallen because I heart her madly. Happy Valentine's day!
Peter was petrified.
He wasn’t scared of towering monsters, he wasn’t cowed by sneering villains. Looming midterms didn’t gnaw at his stomach and falling messily to his death didn’t bother him one bit.
But he was deadly petrified of Valentine’s Day.
What do you get for the boy who has everything?
For a fleeting moment, Peter thought perhaps he could attempt to be cute and wrap a bow around himself to present to Harry.
He dismissed that idea dolefully.
Everyone already knew his heart belonged to Harry anyway.
Comforting himself with the thought that he had the rest of the day to buy a gift before meeting Harry for dinner, he stepped into his apartment.
And promptly freaked out at the sight of his lover sitting calmly on his bed.
“I thought we were-” Peter’s stumbling words trailed off as Harry turned to look at him
Harry’s lips quirked up immediately at the sight of him and Peter’s heart practically bloomed.
“I have something for you.” Harry’s smile grew brighter as he positively beamed at Peter.
The excitement in the room fluttered and spinned until Peter felt dizzy with the sheer loveliness of Harry's smile.
“You shouldn’t have gotten me anything,” Peter protested as he sat lightly onto the bed.
“Close your eyes,” Harry whispered, pleasure shining in his eyes.
Holding out his hand expectantly, Peter was surprised when petal soft lips melded with his.
Savoring the warm, vanilla scent of his lover, Peter moaned in disappointment when Harry withdrew from the kiss.
Something warm and sweet was pushed into his protesting mouth and Peter opened his eyes, blinking in confusion as Harry laughed at him.
“Try not to spill it all over your bedsheets,” Harry grinned, as realization finally dawned in Peter’s eyes.
Withdrawing a half-eaten, moist strawberry coated lusciously with chocolate from his mouth, he felt the tendrils of warmth spread out from inside him and engulf his whole body.
Harry, with his artfully tousled hair, ensconced in his cashmere sweater, wide-eyed and painstakingly dipping strawberries into chocolate.
Waiting patiently for them to coat evenly, perfectly.
That was the sweetest image Peter had ever missed and it burned inside his mind as he held onto it steadfastedly, jealously.
“You’re a lucky man,” Harry quipped, a light crimsom dusting his cheeks under Peter’s intense stare.
“I am,” Peter agreed. “But how am I going to top your gift?”
“You can give me a chocolate strawberry kiss.” And Harry’s eyes were so happy and laughing Peter couldn’t help falling into that effusion of joy.
And that was the best Valentine’s gift Harry had ever received.
Warning: So much fluff your head will probably explode.
Author: Katherine
Category: Harry Potter
Genre: Romance/Humour
Rating: PG
Pairing: H/D
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue
Summary: V-Day fluff. Especially dedicated to serinamalfoy and dreamblossom because they rock.
Harry was rudely awakened on the 14th of February by two fluffy pillows pummeling him freely.
“Potter! Wake up!” An imperious voice insisted, whacking him again on the head for good measure.
“Do you know what day it is?” As the voice rose to an alarmingly high crescendo, Harry blearily opened one eye to witness his lover glaring fiercely at him.
Panic swept across his mind and wrestled with his stomach.
Shit, shit, shit.
“Your Birthday?” Harry ventured timidly, his voice cracking with dread.
He was rewarded by another smack from the pillow.
“Hey!” Harry complained. “You nearly took my head off!”
Narrowing his eyes at Harry, Draco huffed, “You deserve it for forgetting that today is Valentine’s Day! Now go out of this room and do not come back until you have succeeded in making it special for me!”
“Yes, your highness,” Harry said mockingly as he shook his head in disbelief, before grabbing his glasses and stomping out of the room.
“I only stayed because of the sex anyways!” Harry yelled crossly at the door that had slammed shut in his face.
***
Balancing a pile of parcels precariously and trying desperately to remember all the whimsical Valentine’s Day charms Hermione had given him a crash course in, Harry stepped cautiously into his apartment.
“Draco?” He carefully pushed open the bedroom door and was surprised to see his lover nestled deep within the folds of the silk sheets.
Maybe he’s naked and waiting for me.
A huge grin spread over Harry’s face as he enthusiastically bounced onto the bed.
“Ah!” Harry’s lover screamed in girlish terror as he shied away from him.
“You nearly crushed me, you brute!” Draco pouted, whacking him with a pillow once again. “I’m sick!”
Rubbing his head, Harry stuck out his lower lip petulantly. “Well, you still have strength to hit me!”
Instead of replying, Draco fell back onto the mountains of pillows, his silver hair creating a halo around his angelic face. Opening his eyes tragically wide, he bit his lower lip, sniffling slightly.
Draco was irresistibly adorable when he was sick.
It must be a Malfoy survival trait, Harry thought darkly.
Draco’s lower lip started to tremble.
And Harry melted.
“It’s okay, Draco.” Harry wrapped an arm around his lover and Draco immediately snuggled onto his chest, nestling contently.
“Hey, watch,” Harry whispered affectionately as he waved his wand and muttered under his breath.
Two miniature snowy doves materialized and swooped dramatically around the room before colliding with each other and exploding in a fury of sparks.
Coughing slightly from the hazy smoke, Draco opened his mouth, ready to mock his lover.
But Harry’s eyes were so earnest and his breath was so warm and his heart was beating so fast that all Draco could do was lean forward and sweep his lips across his lover’s.
Drawing back, Draco smiled and ignored Harry’s moans of protest. “I’m sick,” He reminded his lover.
Harry grinned impishly
“Kiss me anyway.”
Author: Katherine
Category: Spiderman
Genre: Romance/ Humour
Rating: PG
Pairing: H/P
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue
Summary: V-Day fluff. Dedicated to aefallen because I heart her madly. Happy Valentine's day!
Peter was petrified.
He wasn’t scared of towering monsters, he wasn’t cowed by sneering villains. Looming midterms didn’t gnaw at his stomach and falling messily to his death didn’t bother him one bit.
But he was deadly petrified of Valentine’s Day.
What do you get for the boy who has everything?
For a fleeting moment, Peter thought perhaps he could attempt to be cute and wrap a bow around himself to present to Harry.
He dismissed that idea dolefully.
Everyone already knew his heart belonged to Harry anyway.
Comforting himself with the thought that he had the rest of the day to buy a gift before meeting Harry for dinner, he stepped into his apartment.
And promptly freaked out at the sight of his lover sitting calmly on his bed.
“I thought we were-” Peter’s stumbling words trailed off as Harry turned to look at him
Harry’s lips quirked up immediately at the sight of him and Peter’s heart practically bloomed.
“I have something for you.” Harry’s smile grew brighter as he positively beamed at Peter.
The excitement in the room fluttered and spinned until Peter felt dizzy with the sheer loveliness of Harry's smile.
“You shouldn’t have gotten me anything,” Peter protested as he sat lightly onto the bed.
“Close your eyes,” Harry whispered, pleasure shining in his eyes.
Holding out his hand expectantly, Peter was surprised when petal soft lips melded with his.
Savoring the warm, vanilla scent of his lover, Peter moaned in disappointment when Harry withdrew from the kiss.
Something warm and sweet was pushed into his protesting mouth and Peter opened his eyes, blinking in confusion as Harry laughed at him.
“Try not to spill it all over your bedsheets,” Harry grinned, as realization finally dawned in Peter’s eyes.
Withdrawing a half-eaten, moist strawberry coated lusciously with chocolate from his mouth, he felt the tendrils of warmth spread out from inside him and engulf his whole body.
Harry, with his artfully tousled hair, ensconced in his cashmere sweater, wide-eyed and painstakingly dipping strawberries into chocolate.
Waiting patiently for them to coat evenly, perfectly.
That was the sweetest image Peter had ever missed and it burned inside his mind as he held onto it steadfastedly, jealously.
“You’re a lucky man,” Harry quipped, a light crimsom dusting his cheeks under Peter’s intense stare.
“I am,” Peter agreed. “But how am I going to top your gift?”
“You can give me a chocolate strawberry kiss.” And Harry’s eyes were so happy and laughing Peter couldn’t help falling into that effusion of joy.
And that was the best Valentine’s gift Harry had ever received.