The Argument for lijahlover (Harry/Draco)
Title: The argument
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: 280
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: FLUFF. Unbetaed
Created for: birthday gift for lijahlover
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: It's that birthday thing I do where the first letter of each sentence eventually spells out: L-I-J-A-H-L-O-V-E-R ♥ ENJOY
Summary: They're having this argument again and Potter is making things very difficult.
“Love me or hate me, I don’t care.” Draco crossed his legs and reclined back into the chair. He was getting tired of having this argument with Potter.
“Is that right?” Potter challenged. “I find that hard to believe. If I hated you, you’d be sad for days, Malfoy.”
“Just leave me alone, Potter!” Draco snapped. “I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”
“And why is that?” Potter asked. He stood up from his own seat and marched towards Draco. He was towering over Draco now, and Draco waited for Potter’s next move.
He didn’t move. Draco looked up at Potter and Potter sneered down at Draco but they kept their gazes locked.
“Love you. You know that,” Potter said, sounding resigned and then all but crawled onto Draco’s lap.
“Oh for Merlin’s sake!” Draco said. “Don’t give me the kicked puppy look, Potter. I refuse to go to dinner at the Burrow again. No one talks to me and-”
“Valid points of argument, I agree,” Potter said as he kissed Draco’s neck and started to move his arse just above Draco’s groin. “But I told you. I’ve had a talk with them. They want to get to know you but you just-intimdiate them.”
“Every single time they just stand around and stare, Potter. You don’t know what that’s like.” Draco was trying to argue with Potter but Potter was doing that thing with his tongue on Draco’s neck again and-and-all thoughts were heading in one direction only.
“Right,” Draco said. “Bedroom first, then we’ll continue to have this conversation.” He Apparated them to the bed and had Potter pinned under him in no time.
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: 280
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: FLUFF. Unbetaed
Created for: birthday gift for lijahlover
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: It's that birthday thing I do where the first letter of each sentence eventually spells out: L-I-J-A-H-L-O-V-E-R ♥ ENJOY
Summary: They're having this argument again and Potter is making things very difficult.
“Love me or hate me, I don’t care.” Draco crossed his legs and reclined back into the chair. He was getting tired of having this argument with Potter.
“Is that right?” Potter challenged. “I find that hard to believe. If I hated you, you’d be sad for days, Malfoy.”
“Just leave me alone, Potter!” Draco snapped. “I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”
“And why is that?” Potter asked. He stood up from his own seat and marched towards Draco. He was towering over Draco now, and Draco waited for Potter’s next move.
He didn’t move. Draco looked up at Potter and Potter sneered down at Draco but they kept their gazes locked.
“Love you. You know that,” Potter said, sounding resigned and then all but crawled onto Draco’s lap.
“Oh for Merlin’s sake!” Draco said. “Don’t give me the kicked puppy look, Potter. I refuse to go to dinner at the Burrow again. No one talks to me and-”
“Valid points of argument, I agree,” Potter said as he kissed Draco’s neck and started to move his arse just above Draco’s groin. “But I told you. I’ve had a talk with them. They want to get to know you but you just-intimdiate them.”
“Every single time they just stand around and stare, Potter. You don’t know what that’s like.” Draco was trying to argue with Potter but Potter was doing that thing with his tongue on Draco’s neck again and-and-all thoughts were heading in one direction only.
“Right,” Draco said. “Bedroom first, then we’ll continue to have this conversation.” He Apparated them to the bed and had Potter pinned under him in no time.