Drabble - Waiting

Mar 10, 2007 00:39

Title: Waiting
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Fluff for Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge


Draco reached out and tugged Harry's arm. "How do I look?"
“Like a poncy git,” was the reply.
Draco made a face. “I look exactly as a wizard should for a high society event, thank you very much.”
Harry’s grin widened. “Exactly, like a poncy git.”
Draco swatted at him. “Just because you aren’t fit to be seen in public doesn’t mean I have to lower myself to match your standards”
Harry smoothed down the front of his ratty Cannons t-shirt. “Well, have a good time, Oh, Well-Dressed One.” He stepped back into the living room and flopped onto the sofa.
Draco had the urge to stick his tongue out, but like the gentleman he was, refrained. Instead he pulled on his cloak. “Mother will be quite slighted you declined the invitation.”
Harry shrugged. “Be sure to tell her her dress makes her look fat!” He yelled as Draco exited the apartment.
Draco snickered. “That one you can share yourself.”

It was well past midnight when he finally returned. Harry was still sprawled out on this sofa, but with the addition of a bowl of cereal in his hands. The TV was now tuned to one of the many (Draco could not tell the difference) Star-trekking shows.
Harry looked up as Draco walked in, smiling. He had changed into his Snitch-covered pajamas, which Draco detested.
Harry looked good in them anyway.
Draco hung up his cloak. “Mother sends her regards.”
Harry laughed. “What, ‘are you still living with that half-blood cretin?’”
Draco smiled wryly. “‘Disfigured mongrel’, actually.”
Harry scooted over on the sofa to make room. “And how were the rest of the guests?”
“It was pretty fun.” Draco stretched out next to Harry, unbuttoning his dress robes as he sat. “I played Exploding Snap with Vince and Greg. And Pansy came, even though she told me she wasn’t going to, and brought pictures of her new house in Milan.”
Harry curled up around Draco. “Good, I’m glad you had a good time.”
Draco dropped a kiss on Harry’s head. “Wish you could have gone, but you would have hated it.”
“Mmmmhmmm…” Harry nodded, nose and warm breath rubbing against Draco’s neck. “If I can’t drag you to Hermione’s wedding, you sure as hell can’t drag me to your Mother’s annual Death Eater Ball.”
“It’s not a De-” Draco’s protest was cut off by a warm pair of lips.
“I know,” Harry whispered as he sat back slightly. “Actually, I like waiting for you to get home. It gives me time to think.”
“Think about wha-Oh.” Draco’s eyes widened as Harry ground his hard length into his thigh.
Harry growled and set about demonstrating to Draco exactly what he had been thinking of.

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