Just A Little Taste (2/?)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I don't own. No, seriously. I'm not J.K using an alias, fulfilling my dark secret desires for slash through the modem of fanfiction. I'd just write another book... For open minded adults.
Title: Just A Little Taste
Author: Sisika
Beta: None
Pairing: H/D (What else is there?)
Warning: Slash! No, not the guitarist with the frizzy hair. (Man, Frizz-ease!) But the boy on boy, man on man variety.
Rating: PG (Some swearing)
Just A Little Taste
Chapter 2
Draco stuck his finger into the soup, something he’d never dream to do at the restaurant, but for him and Harry...
No, Harry and he, it was fine. Rolling his finger on his tongue, and for added texture then sucking on it, he scrutinised the soup.
Ah, perfect. Like always.
“Morning my Powerpuff.”
Draco growled. No one, no one, but Potter would ever have the nerve to call him that.
Not unless they wanted their balls still safely attached to their scrotum.
“You’re thinking the word scrotum aren’t you?” Draco whipped around to look at Potter, face full of astonishment and agony.
“How did you know? I’m a Malfoy, we prize our ability to mask our expressions!”
Harry smirked. An expression he borrowed from Malfoy, a lot. “All that cartoon watching must have ruined that talent, eh?” And that was all it took to have Draco rushing out of the kitchen, into the tiny dining area and grabbing Harry by the collar. Again.
“You said you’d never tell!”
“I haven’t. I’m just going to use my knowledge to win arguments and get my points across. And maybe get a few sexual favours.”
“Fuck off. I think I’d rather shag a cactus plant.”
Harry chuckled. “Ouch!”
“Shut up.”
“What’s for dinner?”
“It’s only breakfast and you’re already planning dinner? Is food all you ever think about?”
Harry grinned. “And sex.”
Draco sighed and shook his head.
And felt his heart break a little bit.
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