Title: The Sweet Smell of Christmas
Author:
ashindkPairing(s):Harry/Draco
Prompt:Draco has over-indulged on the sprouts and the Christmas pudding. He has wind and he is mortified. Harry is delighted for an excuse to tease him.
Word Count 2469
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No
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I'm rushing off to work, now, but I'm going to come back later and tell you all my favourite bits, starting with
Harry, you fucking heathen! You can tie me to the bed and fuck me anytime you want, but in the future, could you please not use my silk tie to do so!” His words were followed by the clatter of expensive leather shoes, as he took the stairs two at a time and barged through the door, still straightening his tie. “Oh,” he said faintly. “Hello Mother, Father.”
GOLD. GOLD, I say. I will be sniggering all day. ♥
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I really love “I'm perfectly likeable!“ Oh, Lucius! And Narcissa saying "Of course not." Hee!
The thing about the tie still being on the bedpost is hilarious, as mentioned earlier. What I forgot to say was that it is also really hot. I love that delicious detail.
The dinner is so fabulously awkward. It makes me cringe. And then, for some reason, it's so funny when Draco Disapparates instead of just walking out.
I also love that Lucius is all sulky and sad because he can't eat sprouts. And that Narcissa won't shut up about it!
They were so naughty disappearing up to their room. I thought Harry was quite kind considering he had to put up with Draco's parents. The chandelier shaking while the Malfoys politely finished their meal was PERFECT. And then the pudding and Lucius with the PRUNES, oh lord.
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(Did you guess that I wrote it? In my head it's a sequel-but-not-really to Dangers of faulty Handwriting.)
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You made fart jokes sweet and funny, and you are always lovely to work with.
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Good one! :)
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From the beginning!
“Harry, you fucking heathen! You can tie me to the bed and fuck me anytime you want, but in the future, could you please not use my silk tie to do so!” His words were followed by the clatter of expensive leather shoes, as he took the stairs two at a time and barged through the door, still straightening his tie. “Oh,” he said faintly. “Hello Mother, Father.”
LOL! SO funny!
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