Apples Wars #1
Title: Apple Wars #1
Rated: PG13
Word Count: 590
Summary: The boys take Rose to a pumpkin patch
A/N: I just get these plot bunnies that run away with me. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
It all started in a pumpkin patch with little Rose Weasley, her frizzy red curls bouncing as she pointed excitedly at a field of pumpkins.
“Yook,” she squealed and clapped her chubby hands together. “Pwetty pumkins.”
“There’s nothing pretty about this place, Potter,” Draco grumbled, scowling at the mud and grass like it had personally offended him. “Why the hell did we have to bring her here?”
“Because,” Harry nudged the blond with his shoulder and smiled that endearing, fond smile that made Draco’s heart flip and his pulse race. Even in the biting September air, surrounded by hundreds of detestable, pest-filled pumpkins, Harry Potter was still the most charming, gorgeous man Draco had ever seen.
Without warning, a piercing giggle rent the air, startling the former Slytherin out of his daydreams starring a warm bed and a naked Harry. “Shit,” Draco blurted before he could stop the word from spilling forth.
“What’s ‘shit?’” Rose asked, turning her inquisitive gaze on Draco as she tugged on his coat with a sticky hand. How her hands were always sticky was beyond him.
Harry fixed Draco with a look that said his daydreams would not come true anytime soon if he didn’t make things right. It was hard enough to get Ron to trust Rose around Draco as it was.
“I said ‘ship,’ Honey,” Draco crooned with his most alluring smile-the same smile that had captured the very heart of the saviour of the wizarding world.
“Good one,” Harry snorted, but didn’t add any argument. “Remind me again why Ron’s afraid to leave you alone with her?” he grinned and slipped his strong arm around the blond’s waist. There was a silent promise for later when the green-eyed man’s hand traveled south and pinched Draco’s backside before sliding into the blond’s back pocket.
“Because Weasel is an asshole,” Draco drawled and promptly bit his bottom lip at the scathing glare his boyfriend sent him. “I said ‘apple,’” Draco directed at the mini-Weasley-Granger before she could ask the question that was already on the tip of her tongue.
“My daddy is an owpple?” little Rosie asked in a high-pitched voice that squeaked on the last word.
“Yes, your daddy is the biggest apple I’ve ever seen,” Draco responded with a flourish, kissing his daydreams good bye when Harry removed his hand.
“I can’t believe you just taught that to a three year old,” Harry bit out, his searing green eyes blazed with an unspoken warning. “If you thing you’re getting any-”
“Getting any what, Unc Hawwy?” the pesky, little know-it-all asked, squirming since the kid had an endless supply of energy. “Candy?” she supplied, bringing her mittened hands to her mouth as her eyes grew hopelessly wide. Oh no, they were in for it. If Rose Weasley, foodaholic like her father, thought Harry wasn’t going to give her any candy, they would be spending the next hour coddling an inconsolable child. Draco could already see the tears gathering on her eyelashes.
“No, no,” Harry rushed to reassure the whimpering child. “I wasn’t talking about candy, love.” He glanced at Draco, his eyes pleading for help before he directed his attention back to the small girl. “I was just telling Uncle Draco that we weren’t going to do any dancing later on.”
“Dancing?”
“Yes dancing,” the blond helpfully added. His normally pouty lips curled into the most Slytherin smile Harry had ever witnessed, it would have given Tom Riddle a run for his money. Maybe even Salazar Slytherin himself. “It’s called the Horizontal Hanky Panky.”
Rated: PG13
Word Count: 590
Summary: The boys take Rose to a pumpkin patch
A/N: I just get these plot bunnies that run away with me. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
It all started in a pumpkin patch with little Rose Weasley, her frizzy red curls bouncing as she pointed excitedly at a field of pumpkins.
“Yook,” she squealed and clapped her chubby hands together. “Pwetty pumkins.”
“There’s nothing pretty about this place, Potter,” Draco grumbled, scowling at the mud and grass like it had personally offended him. “Why the hell did we have to bring her here?”
“Because,” Harry nudged the blond with his shoulder and smiled that endearing, fond smile that made Draco’s heart flip and his pulse race. Even in the biting September air, surrounded by hundreds of detestable, pest-filled pumpkins, Harry Potter was still the most charming, gorgeous man Draco had ever seen.
Without warning, a piercing giggle rent the air, startling the former Slytherin out of his daydreams starring a warm bed and a naked Harry. “Shit,” Draco blurted before he could stop the word from spilling forth.
“What’s ‘shit?’” Rose asked, turning her inquisitive gaze on Draco as she tugged on his coat with a sticky hand. How her hands were always sticky was beyond him.
Harry fixed Draco with a look that said his daydreams would not come true anytime soon if he didn’t make things right. It was hard enough to get Ron to trust Rose around Draco as it was.
“I said ‘ship,’ Honey,” Draco crooned with his most alluring smile-the same smile that had captured the very heart of the saviour of the wizarding world.
“Good one,” Harry snorted, but didn’t add any argument. “Remind me again why Ron’s afraid to leave you alone with her?” he grinned and slipped his strong arm around the blond’s waist. There was a silent promise for later when the green-eyed man’s hand traveled south and pinched Draco’s backside before sliding into the blond’s back pocket.
“Because Weasel is an asshole,” Draco drawled and promptly bit his bottom lip at the scathing glare his boyfriend sent him. “I said ‘apple,’” Draco directed at the mini-Weasley-Granger before she could ask the question that was already on the tip of her tongue.
“My daddy is an owpple?” little Rosie asked in a high-pitched voice that squeaked on the last word.
“Yes, your daddy is the biggest apple I’ve ever seen,” Draco responded with a flourish, kissing his daydreams good bye when Harry removed his hand.
“I can’t believe you just taught that to a three year old,” Harry bit out, his searing green eyes blazed with an unspoken warning. “If you thing you’re getting any-”
“Getting any what, Unc Hawwy?” the pesky, little know-it-all asked, squirming since the kid had an endless supply of energy. “Candy?” she supplied, bringing her mittened hands to her mouth as her eyes grew hopelessly wide. Oh no, they were in for it. If Rose Weasley, foodaholic like her father, thought Harry wasn’t going to give her any candy, they would be spending the next hour coddling an inconsolable child. Draco could already see the tears gathering on her eyelashes.
“No, no,” Harry rushed to reassure the whimpering child. “I wasn’t talking about candy, love.” He glanced at Draco, his eyes pleading for help before he directed his attention back to the small girl. “I was just telling Uncle Draco that we weren’t going to do any dancing later on.”
“Dancing?”
“Yes dancing,” the blond helpfully added. His normally pouty lips curled into the most Slytherin smile Harry had ever witnessed, it would have given Tom Riddle a run for his money. Maybe even Salazar Slytherin himself. “It’s called the Horizontal Hanky Panky.”