Lunch Dates
Title: Lunch Dates
Author: thenerd1026
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 630
Warning(s): None :)
Summary: Draco is not jealous
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I wish I did :)
If Draco could Aveda Kedavra anyone, it would be Harry bloody Potter. He stared at the dark haired, Gryffindor idiot, and seethed. The git in question was completely ignorant of Draco’s presence, flashing a besotted smile to himself every few seconds.
And Draco just wasn’t having that.
He stormed into the kitchen and crowded Harry against the counter.
“Wipe that fucking smile off your face, Potter before I knock it off.”
Immediately obliging Draco’s orders, Harry replaced his smile with a frown. His brows furrowed, creasing his forehead and his eyes reminded Draco of a kicked puppy. Absentmindedly Harry gripped Draco’s hips, his thumb tracing circles on the blond’s pelvis a little too close to a certain piece of his anatomy for Draco’s liking.
“What’s wrong, Dray?”
Draco slapped at his husband’s hands and stepped away from the other man. Being that close to Harry was detrimental to his anger. Clearing his throat so his voice didn’t shake with want, Draco glared at his uncomfortable husband. “Don’t you act like you don’t know what’s going on,” he accused, pointing his finger at Harry’s perfectly muscled, broad chest. The kind of chest that he loved to lick, and God, the sounds that man made when-
Draco shook his head to clear his thoughts and sneered. “Healer Braxton floo called this morning.” Draco paused and let his words sink in. David Braxton was one of the most gorgeous men in the Wizarding world and he had set his sights on the stupid, ignorant, Gryffindor currently shuffling from one foot to the other.
“And?” Harry squeaked.
Draco narrowed his gray eyes at the other man. That squeak was reserved for their bedroom and they both knew it. Now just the thinking of some other man was causing that sound in his husband? Fuck that.
“He wanted to know if you were still on for your lunch date tomorrow,” Draco drawled, his hands clenching into fists on the last word. “He asked me to make sure you’re not late. It’s at noon in case you were wondering.”
“Thanks, Baby,” Harry smiled adoringly at the blond and leaned forward to kiss him, but kissed air instead. “What?”
“Don’t you ‘what’ me, Harry James Potter. If you think I’m going to stand by while some hussy tries to steal you away-”
Harry’s laughter echoed through the room. He slapped his thighs and bent at the waist as shudders shook his body. “My stomach,” he guffawed. “It hurts.” He wiped at a few tears that had gathered in the corners of his eyes before he erupted into laughter again.
“I don’t think this is a laughing matter, you idiot.”
“You’re such a tosser,” Harry crowed. “Merlin, you think I would have the balls to cheat on you? And parade it in front of your face? I wouldn’t have balls left.” He chuckled and shook his head. “If you would have paid any attention instead of tuning out like some jealous wanker, you would know that Ron and I are meeting him for lunch regarding a case we’ve been working on. I told you this yesterday.”
“Oh,” Draco mumbled, feeling properly chastised as a flush crept onto his cheeks. “But I thought…”
Harry took pity on his husband and kissed his nose. There was just something about a jealous Draco that was so cute when he got so angry. “I know what you thought, love. I’m sure even the neighbors heard you carrying on,” he kissed his husband sweetly and wrapped his arms around his waist. “Now, let’s see if we can’t make everyone else jealous,” he winked and shot the blond a shy smile.
Draco’s eyes darkened with a mischievous twinkle and the promise of more things to come. “Mine,” he growled and proceeded to thoroughly mark his husband.
Author: thenerd1026
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 630
Warning(s): None :)
Summary: Draco is not jealous
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I wish I did :)
If Draco could Aveda Kedavra anyone, it would be Harry bloody Potter. He stared at the dark haired, Gryffindor idiot, and seethed. The git in question was completely ignorant of Draco’s presence, flashing a besotted smile to himself every few seconds.
And Draco just wasn’t having that.
He stormed into the kitchen and crowded Harry against the counter.
“Wipe that fucking smile off your face, Potter before I knock it off.”
Immediately obliging Draco’s orders, Harry replaced his smile with a frown. His brows furrowed, creasing his forehead and his eyes reminded Draco of a kicked puppy. Absentmindedly Harry gripped Draco’s hips, his thumb tracing circles on the blond’s pelvis a little too close to a certain piece of his anatomy for Draco’s liking.
“What’s wrong, Dray?”
Draco slapped at his husband’s hands and stepped away from the other man. Being that close to Harry was detrimental to his anger. Clearing his throat so his voice didn’t shake with want, Draco glared at his uncomfortable husband. “Don’t you act like you don’t know what’s going on,” he accused, pointing his finger at Harry’s perfectly muscled, broad chest. The kind of chest that he loved to lick, and God, the sounds that man made when-
Draco shook his head to clear his thoughts and sneered. “Healer Braxton floo called this morning.” Draco paused and let his words sink in. David Braxton was one of the most gorgeous men in the Wizarding world and he had set his sights on the stupid, ignorant, Gryffindor currently shuffling from one foot to the other.
“And?” Harry squeaked.
Draco narrowed his gray eyes at the other man. That squeak was reserved for their bedroom and they both knew it. Now just the thinking of some other man was causing that sound in his husband? Fuck that.
“He wanted to know if you were still on for your lunch date tomorrow,” Draco drawled, his hands clenching into fists on the last word. “He asked me to make sure you’re not late. It’s at noon in case you were wondering.”
“Thanks, Baby,” Harry smiled adoringly at the blond and leaned forward to kiss him, but kissed air instead. “What?”
“Don’t you ‘what’ me, Harry James Potter. If you think I’m going to stand by while some hussy tries to steal you away-”
Harry’s laughter echoed through the room. He slapped his thighs and bent at the waist as shudders shook his body. “My stomach,” he guffawed. “It hurts.” He wiped at a few tears that had gathered in the corners of his eyes before he erupted into laughter again.
“I don’t think this is a laughing matter, you idiot.”
“You’re such a tosser,” Harry crowed. “Merlin, you think I would have the balls to cheat on you? And parade it in front of your face? I wouldn’t have balls left.” He chuckled and shook his head. “If you would have paid any attention instead of tuning out like some jealous wanker, you would know that Ron and I are meeting him for lunch regarding a case we’ve been working on. I told you this yesterday.”
“Oh,” Draco mumbled, feeling properly chastised as a flush crept onto his cheeks. “But I thought…”
Harry took pity on his husband and kissed his nose. There was just something about a jealous Draco that was so cute when he got so angry. “I know what you thought, love. I’m sure even the neighbors heard you carrying on,” he kissed his husband sweetly and wrapped his arms around his waist. “Now, let’s see if we can’t make everyone else jealous,” he winked and shot the blond a shy smile.
Draco’s eyes darkened with a mischievous twinkle and the promise of more things to come. “Mine,” he growled and proceeded to thoroughly mark his husband.