Drabble-ish type thingy.
Title: Not so cold after all.
Rating: PG
Word count: 627
Challenge: For Double Entendre Fun, Monday edition at
slythindor100. I was tagged with the prompt ‘Why is the bedroom so cold?’
Draco walked into the small bedroom he shared with Harry at the new Order headquarters, feeling a chill settle in his bones almost as soon as he’d crossed the threshold. It was positively freezing in there.
“Why is the bedroom so cold?” he asked his room mate who was sting placidly on his bed, watching Draco with a look that always sent shivers down Draco’s back, no matter what the temperature.
“Cold?” Harry asked, a mask of innocence coming over his face, one that was far too easy to see through. Harry was not much of an actor.
“I suppose it is a little chilly in here. Must be a problem with the heating.” Harry watched Draco with wide eyes, his open face at odds with the false lightness in his voice.
“Potter, it’s heated with charms which, even if they were malfunctioning, would not make the room this cold.” Draco watched with amusement at Harry’s growing discomfort. “What did you do?” He asked, pointedly.
Harry squirmed and fidgeted with his blanket, unable to meet Draco’s eyes. Draco waited, knowing that if he held the silence long enough, Harry would crack. And sure enough, he did, in much less time than Draco was expecting.
“I…I didn’t think it would be this cold…” Harry said quietly, more to the blankets than to Draco.
“Oh? And what was the point of this fiasco? Feeling a little hot under the collar, Harry?” Draco smirked as Harry started and blushed deeply at the innuendo. They had been dancing around each other for weeks, both knowing what they wanted, but neither willing to make the first move. Seeing Harry’s cheeks flushed as he fidgeted and shuffled his seat on the bed only made Draco want him more.
“Er…I don’t, I mean, I didn’t…” Harry trailed off again. Draco waited again, secure in the knowledge that he would get it out of Harry if he was patient. Finally, Harry sighed and started speaking.
“I though that, if it was cold…not this cold, just uncomfortable, you know…” Draco lifted an imperious brow at him, encouraging him to continue. “Well, I thought…I thought…maybeyou’dliketosleepwithmetonight.” Harry buried his head into his pillow and wrapped his arms over his head, as if it would protect him from the embarrassment of facing Draco.
Both Draco’s eyes lifted at his declaration, and then a sly smirk settled over his features. He left his place at the door and strode to where Harry was now prostrate on the bed. He sat beside Harry and ran a hand across his shoulders, loving the shiver under Harry’s skin as his fingers touched the bare skin at the back of Harry’s neck.
“Look at me, Harry.” He said softly, tugging a lock of black hair in encouragement. Harry let out a deep shuddering breath and slowly let go of his death hold on his own head, turning to face Draco. Draco’s hand slid to his cheek and cradled it.
“All you had to do was ask, Harry.” He said, letting his face show Harry his emotions as clearly as if he was a mirror reflecting Harry’s own expression.
“Really?” Harry said, his voice cracking as Draco moved his hand back into messy locks.
“Really.” Draco replied, leaning down to press a soft kiss on Harry’s lips promising more before pulling back.
“And next time, leave the cunning plans for me, yeah? You’re really not very good at them, are you?” Harry’s face, still in shock from the kiss was spread with a wide grin as Draco smirked down at him.
"Oh, I don’t know.” Harry replied, copying Draco’s smirk. “You’re in my bed aren’t you?”
Before Draco could retaliate Harry reached up and pulled him down for another kiss, and the cold was forgotten.
Rating: PG
Word count: 627
Challenge: For Double Entendre Fun, Monday edition at
slythindor100. I was tagged with the prompt ‘Why is the bedroom so cold?’
Draco walked into the small bedroom he shared with Harry at the new Order headquarters, feeling a chill settle in his bones almost as soon as he’d crossed the threshold. It was positively freezing in there.
“Why is the bedroom so cold?” he asked his room mate who was sting placidly on his bed, watching Draco with a look that always sent shivers down Draco’s back, no matter what the temperature.
“Cold?” Harry asked, a mask of innocence coming over his face, one that was far too easy to see through. Harry was not much of an actor.
“I suppose it is a little chilly in here. Must be a problem with the heating.” Harry watched Draco with wide eyes, his open face at odds with the false lightness in his voice.
“Potter, it’s heated with charms which, even if they were malfunctioning, would not make the room this cold.” Draco watched with amusement at Harry’s growing discomfort. “What did you do?” He asked, pointedly.
Harry squirmed and fidgeted with his blanket, unable to meet Draco’s eyes. Draco waited, knowing that if he held the silence long enough, Harry would crack. And sure enough, he did, in much less time than Draco was expecting.
“I…I didn’t think it would be this cold…” Harry said quietly, more to the blankets than to Draco.
“Oh? And what was the point of this fiasco? Feeling a little hot under the collar, Harry?” Draco smirked as Harry started and blushed deeply at the innuendo. They had been dancing around each other for weeks, both knowing what they wanted, but neither willing to make the first move. Seeing Harry’s cheeks flushed as he fidgeted and shuffled his seat on the bed only made Draco want him more.
“Er…I don’t, I mean, I didn’t…” Harry trailed off again. Draco waited again, secure in the knowledge that he would get it out of Harry if he was patient. Finally, Harry sighed and started speaking.
“I though that, if it was cold…not this cold, just uncomfortable, you know…” Draco lifted an imperious brow at him, encouraging him to continue. “Well, I thought…I thought…maybeyou’dliketosleepwithmetonight.” Harry buried his head into his pillow and wrapped his arms over his head, as if it would protect him from the embarrassment of facing Draco.
Both Draco’s eyes lifted at his declaration, and then a sly smirk settled over his features. He left his place at the door and strode to where Harry was now prostrate on the bed. He sat beside Harry and ran a hand across his shoulders, loving the shiver under Harry’s skin as his fingers touched the bare skin at the back of Harry’s neck.
“Look at me, Harry.” He said softly, tugging a lock of black hair in encouragement. Harry let out a deep shuddering breath and slowly let go of his death hold on his own head, turning to face Draco. Draco’s hand slid to his cheek and cradled it.
“All you had to do was ask, Harry.” He said, letting his face show Harry his emotions as clearly as if he was a mirror reflecting Harry’s own expression.
“Really?” Harry said, his voice cracking as Draco moved his hand back into messy locks.
“Really.” Draco replied, leaning down to press a soft kiss on Harry’s lips promising more before pulling back.
“And next time, leave the cunning plans for me, yeah? You’re really not very good at them, are you?” Harry’s face, still in shock from the kiss was spread with a wide grin as Draco smirked down at him.
"Oh, I don’t know.” Harry replied, copying Draco’s smirk. “You’re in my bed aren’t you?”
Before Draco could retaliate Harry reached up and pulled him down for another kiss, and the cold was forgotten.