Dedicated to my chica!
Title: Favorites
Rating: G
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Genre: FLUFF. Plot-less, pointless, sugary fluff. Of course with Draco even the fluf must be sarcastic or snarky.
Special thanks to: My chica for the challenge and the prompt ‘white chocolate’.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nothing. I fail at life.
Notes: Umm, time wise set in like 6th or 7th year, a bit before summer break.
Word Count: about 610, so it’s like drabble -> ficlet-is
Harry stumbled confusedly through the portrait that led to Draco’s prefect quarters. He had no clue what the enigmatic blonde wanted him for, but he had directed him to come to their bedroom after his last class.
The first thing he noticed upon entering the room was a rather large box and a vase filled with red roses. “Shiite,” he exhaled softly. “You’re not breaking up with me, are you?” he asked half-jokingly, but his smile faded when he turned to face Draco and found the Slytherin lying exhausted on their bed.
“Belt up, you great fool,” was the best Draco could manage, as he weakly tossed a pillow at his beau. “I sodding love you. How can you even think of asking me if we’re breaking up, you git.” Fortunately the pillow that was easily deflected, as Harry, using his mad snitch catching skills, caught it and placed it on the end of the bed, bounding up and onto it.
“Something the matter, Dray?” he asked, leaning over him, using the hated nickname.
“No,” Draco replied, half removing the arm he had draped over his eyes and peering at Harry one-eye-edly. “I always lie comatose in bed for no reason at all. I think you’d have realized that after two years.”
Harry just let out a low whistle. “Two years, no bloody kidding, has it really been that long?”
At this the hand fell off his face completely, and he looked at his lover, slightly in shock, one eyebrow raised. “Yes it’s been two years. Exactly. To the day. Thus with the roses and chocolates. Maybe I do spoil you if you don’t notice that my showering of gifts has a purpose.”
His sarcasm was lost, though, as Harry jumped excitedly off the bed, “I didn’t know there were chocolates. You’re fabulous Draco- you know that don’t you?”
“Of course,” he said with a smirk, sitting up now to watch Harry’s reaction.
“Ooo white chocolate, my favorite!” He turned back to his boyfriend, bringing the chocolates to the bed, but placing them aside in order to properly thank Draco. One soft, sweet, and slightly sticky kiss later, Draco was feeling much better.
He licked his lips, pondering the flavor of the rare treat. In the wizarding world, a great box of chocolate was a dime a dozen, but to find a good white chocolate one had to venture out into the muggle world. This had been achieved through great struggle. Seeing as how Draco’s famuly and he no longer interacted, Draco had to take two trains, go through the tribulations of a money change and trying to fit in with non-wizarding society, as well as the hassle of actually finding some decent chocolate. But now it looked like he had achieved his goal. And, of course, it was well worth it.
“I don’t see what’s so great about it,” he said now lying back against the colossal pile of pillows at the head board, only this time with the scrawny Gryffindor lying with him, head across his chest. “I mean it’s not even really chocolate is is? It’s like the sugar and the fat pretty much.”
“Ewww- Draco! I don’t want to know what’s in it. I just want to eat it and know it tastes good.”
Draco chuckled, shaking his head at Harry. There would always be some things that he just didn’t understand about Harry. But that suited him just fine. He liked figuring out a mystery. And as Harry reached up to pull him closer for another sugary kiss, he thought that maybe, just maybe, he might end up liking white chocolate after all.
Rating: G
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Genre: FLUFF. Plot-less, pointless, sugary fluff. Of course with Draco even the fluf must be sarcastic or snarky.
Special thanks to: My chica for the challenge and the prompt ‘white chocolate’.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nothing. I fail at life.
Notes: Umm, time wise set in like 6th or 7th year, a bit before summer break.
Word Count: about 610, so it’s like drabble -> ficlet-is
Harry stumbled confusedly through the portrait that led to Draco’s prefect quarters. He had no clue what the enigmatic blonde wanted him for, but he had directed him to come to their bedroom after his last class.
The first thing he noticed upon entering the room was a rather large box and a vase filled with red roses. “Shiite,” he exhaled softly. “You’re not breaking up with me, are you?” he asked half-jokingly, but his smile faded when he turned to face Draco and found the Slytherin lying exhausted on their bed.
“Belt up, you great fool,” was the best Draco could manage, as he weakly tossed a pillow at his beau. “I sodding love you. How can you even think of asking me if we’re breaking up, you git.” Fortunately the pillow that was easily deflected, as Harry, using his mad snitch catching skills, caught it and placed it on the end of the bed, bounding up and onto it.
“Something the matter, Dray?” he asked, leaning over him, using the hated nickname.
“No,” Draco replied, half removing the arm he had draped over his eyes and peering at Harry one-eye-edly. “I always lie comatose in bed for no reason at all. I think you’d have realized that after two years.”
Harry just let out a low whistle. “Two years, no bloody kidding, has it really been that long?”
At this the hand fell off his face completely, and he looked at his lover, slightly in shock, one eyebrow raised. “Yes it’s been two years. Exactly. To the day. Thus with the roses and chocolates. Maybe I do spoil you if you don’t notice that my showering of gifts has a purpose.”
His sarcasm was lost, though, as Harry jumped excitedly off the bed, “I didn’t know there were chocolates. You’re fabulous Draco- you know that don’t you?”
“Of course,” he said with a smirk, sitting up now to watch Harry’s reaction.
“Ooo white chocolate, my favorite!” He turned back to his boyfriend, bringing the chocolates to the bed, but placing them aside in order to properly thank Draco. One soft, sweet, and slightly sticky kiss later, Draco was feeling much better.
He licked his lips, pondering the flavor of the rare treat. In the wizarding world, a great box of chocolate was a dime a dozen, but to find a good white chocolate one had to venture out into the muggle world. This had been achieved through great struggle. Seeing as how Draco’s famuly and he no longer interacted, Draco had to take two trains, go through the tribulations of a money change and trying to fit in with non-wizarding society, as well as the hassle of actually finding some decent chocolate. But now it looked like he had achieved his goal. And, of course, it was well worth it.
“I don’t see what’s so great about it,” he said now lying back against the colossal pile of pillows at the head board, only this time with the scrawny Gryffindor lying with him, head across his chest. “I mean it’s not even really chocolate is is? It’s like the sugar and the fat pretty much.”
“Ewww- Draco! I don’t want to know what’s in it. I just want to eat it and know it tastes good.”
Draco chuckled, shaking his head at Harry. There would always be some things that he just didn’t understand about Harry. But that suited him just fine. He liked figuring out a mystery. And as Harry reached up to pull him closer for another sugary kiss, he thought that maybe, just maybe, he might end up liking white chocolate after all.