Drabble - Love to Laugh
Title: Love to Laugh
Author: sophia_clark
Word Count: 888
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Silliness and suggestion.
Summary: An accident leaves Draco and Harry feeling rather funny.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Beta: None
Author's Notes: Written for Drabble Day at hd_writers. Prompt #1 - Billywig.
Draco was busy with his potion when Harry entered the lab. He loved watching his boyfriend at work; the look of concentration on his handsome face was captivating, not to mention that the sight of Draco's normally perfect hair mussed always did things to Harry. The only other time that happened was during sex. Harry lived to see it.
He watched as Draco finished stirring and began looking around on the table for something. Draco glanced up and, spotting Harry in the doorway, smirked.
"Watching me again, were you? You just can't keep your eyes off me, Potter," he said smugly. Harry smiled as he came closer.
"It's very true. I also can't seem to keep my hands to myself." He reached for Draco, who came into his arms without argument. Harry wove his arms around Draco and stroked his back and hair lovingly. Draco sighed.
"That's nice. I've been at this too long. Once I'm done with this potion I'll call it a day. Which reminds me..." he pulled back to look at Harry's face. "Can you fetch me the jar of Billywig stings from the shelf? I need to monitor the temperature on the cauldron."
It was Harry's turn to smirk. "Oh admit it! You just want to stare at my arse while I'm up there." Draco blushed and Harry smiled, leaning in to kiss a pink cheek. "Of course I'll get it, love."
Harry pulled away and Draco turned back to his potion, seemingly no longer paying attention to him. Harry crossed the room and climbed the small ladder needed to reach Draco's supply shelf. Harry thought he knew why Draco did not renovate the lab and store his ingredients somewhere more accessible, and as he turned back toward his boyfriend, his suspicions were confirmed.
"I knew it!" he chuckled as Draco quickly dropped his gaze and tried to look busy. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, Draco. I'd stare at my arse too if only I could. It's a thing of beauty."
Draco huffed and looked up, his blush more pronounced than before. "Stuff it, you insufferable prat. Just get me those stings."
Still chuckling, Harry went back to his task and quickly located the jar in question. Billywig stings in hand, he turned to look at Draco once more and lost his footing on the last rung of the ladder. He cried out in surprise and stumbled, grabbing onto a nearby table and managing to not hurt himself.
Unfortunately, the jar went flying out of his hand, crashing on the ground near Draco's feet. Harry watched in horror as a particularly nasty-looking sting shot out and stuck Draco in the leg. His boyfriend yelped, hopping up and down on one foot. The sight would have been hilarious if Draco wasn't in pain and it wasn't all Harry's fault.
"Draco! Oh Merlin, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" He rushed to Draco's side, not knowing what to do, but wanting to help. Draco had stopped hopping and looked at Harry with wide eyes. Suddenly a huge grin spread across his face.
"I'm wonderful, Harry," Draco said, in a voice rather like Luna's. Then he did something that Harry had never heard him do before: Draco Malfoy giggled.
"Draco? What's wrong? Are you in any pain?" Harry asked worriedly. Draco gazed up at him, still giggling.
"No, no pain! Just happy. I've never been so happy," Draco beamed.
"Are you sure you're alright? You seem almost...giddy or something."
Draco's giggling, which had not yet ceased, turned into full-on laughter. He bent over and clutched at his sides, tears streaming down his face. As if this was not enough to worry Harry, a few moments later Draco began to rise off of the floor.
"Draco!" Harry cried out in alarm, grabbing Draco's feet as they rose past his chest. "What's going on?"
"It's fine, Harry. It's just the...the...the stings!" Draco could barely talk for laughing. "Billywig stings cause levi-" He paused for a fit of giggles. "Levitation and...giddiness." At this he cracked up once more.
Harry shook his head at his lover's antics. "Alright, Mary Poppins, how do we get you down?"
More giggling met Harry's ears. "Mary Poppins...you're bloody funny, Harry!" Harry couldn't help a small smile at Draco's infectious laughter. "We just wait 'till...'till it wears off."
Harry huffed, glancing down at the broken glass and stings all over the floor. "Is it alright if I let you go? I'll clean this mess up." Draco nodded, still chuckling merrily. Harry raised his arms up and gently released Draco's feet so that he would not bump into the ceiling too hard.
He bent down to sweep the stings into a pile, while also trying to keep one eye on his floating boyfriend. He watched as Draco did flips in the air and laughed. His laughter turned to a gasp of surprise and pain a second later as a sting pierced his finger.
"Damn," he muttered, pulling his finger back and sucking on it. He glanced back up as Draco's chuckles grew louder.
"Looks like you'll be joining me up here," he said, smiling. "I do love your laugh."
Harry couldn't contain his grin. "Not as much as I love my arse." Draco snorted, and they both burst out laughing.
Author: sophia_clark
Word Count: 888
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Silliness and suggestion.
Summary: An accident leaves Draco and Harry feeling rather funny.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Beta: None
Author's Notes: Written for Drabble Day at hd_writers. Prompt #1 - Billywig.
Draco was busy with his potion when Harry entered the lab. He loved watching his boyfriend at work; the look of concentration on his handsome face was captivating, not to mention that the sight of Draco's normally perfect hair mussed always did things to Harry. The only other time that happened was during sex. Harry lived to see it.
He watched as Draco finished stirring and began looking around on the table for something. Draco glanced up and, spotting Harry in the doorway, smirked.
"Watching me again, were you? You just can't keep your eyes off me, Potter," he said smugly. Harry smiled as he came closer.
"It's very true. I also can't seem to keep my hands to myself." He reached for Draco, who came into his arms without argument. Harry wove his arms around Draco and stroked his back and hair lovingly. Draco sighed.
"That's nice. I've been at this too long. Once I'm done with this potion I'll call it a day. Which reminds me..." he pulled back to look at Harry's face. "Can you fetch me the jar of Billywig stings from the shelf? I need to monitor the temperature on the cauldron."
It was Harry's turn to smirk. "Oh admit it! You just want to stare at my arse while I'm up there." Draco blushed and Harry smiled, leaning in to kiss a pink cheek. "Of course I'll get it, love."
Harry pulled away and Draco turned back to his potion, seemingly no longer paying attention to him. Harry crossed the room and climbed the small ladder needed to reach Draco's supply shelf. Harry thought he knew why Draco did not renovate the lab and store his ingredients somewhere more accessible, and as he turned back toward his boyfriend, his suspicions were confirmed.
"I knew it!" he chuckled as Draco quickly dropped his gaze and tried to look busy. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, Draco. I'd stare at my arse too if only I could. It's a thing of beauty."
Draco huffed and looked up, his blush more pronounced than before. "Stuff it, you insufferable prat. Just get me those stings."
Still chuckling, Harry went back to his task and quickly located the jar in question. Billywig stings in hand, he turned to look at Draco once more and lost his footing on the last rung of the ladder. He cried out in surprise and stumbled, grabbing onto a nearby table and managing to not hurt himself.
Unfortunately, the jar went flying out of his hand, crashing on the ground near Draco's feet. Harry watched in horror as a particularly nasty-looking sting shot out and stuck Draco in the leg. His boyfriend yelped, hopping up and down on one foot. The sight would have been hilarious if Draco wasn't in pain and it wasn't all Harry's fault.
"Draco! Oh Merlin, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" He rushed to Draco's side, not knowing what to do, but wanting to help. Draco had stopped hopping and looked at Harry with wide eyes. Suddenly a huge grin spread across his face.
"I'm wonderful, Harry," Draco said, in a voice rather like Luna's. Then he did something that Harry had never heard him do before: Draco Malfoy giggled.
"Draco? What's wrong? Are you in any pain?" Harry asked worriedly. Draco gazed up at him, still giggling.
"No, no pain! Just happy. I've never been so happy," Draco beamed.
"Are you sure you're alright? You seem almost...giddy or something."
Draco's giggling, which had not yet ceased, turned into full-on laughter. He bent over and clutched at his sides, tears streaming down his face. As if this was not enough to worry Harry, a few moments later Draco began to rise off of the floor.
"Draco!" Harry cried out in alarm, grabbing Draco's feet as they rose past his chest. "What's going on?"
"It's fine, Harry. It's just the...the...the stings!" Draco could barely talk for laughing. "Billywig stings cause levi-" He paused for a fit of giggles. "Levitation and...giddiness." At this he cracked up once more.
Harry shook his head at his lover's antics. "Alright, Mary Poppins, how do we get you down?"
More giggling met Harry's ears. "Mary Poppins...you're bloody funny, Harry!" Harry couldn't help a small smile at Draco's infectious laughter. "We just wait 'till...'till it wears off."
Harry huffed, glancing down at the broken glass and stings all over the floor. "Is it alright if I let you go? I'll clean this mess up." Draco nodded, still chuckling merrily. Harry raised his arms up and gently released Draco's feet so that he would not bump into the ceiling too hard.
He bent down to sweep the stings into a pile, while also trying to keep one eye on his floating boyfriend. He watched as Draco did flips in the air and laughed. His laughter turned to a gasp of surprise and pain a second later as a sting pierced his finger.
"Damn," he muttered, pulling his finger back and sucking on it. He glanced back up as Draco's chuckles grew louder.
"Looks like you'll be joining me up here," he said, smiling. "I do love your laugh."
Harry couldn't contain his grin. "Not as much as I love my arse." Draco snorted, and they both burst out laughing.