Catching Harry
Title: Catching Harry
Word Count: 365
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Harry is being difficult.
Author's notes: Written for hogwarts365 Prompt #8: Once Upon A Time, Bellatrix Lestrange, Mr and Mrs Granger.
Disclaimer: Faffing about. Do not own Harry Potter.
Not for the first time in his life, Draco was grateful for having good reflexes. His lithe physique and training as a Seeker had come in handy several times, and not just for Quidditch. He was agile, quick to react and rarely missed his target.
That said, Harry was certainly a lot harder to catch than the Snitch.
“Merlin’s frilly knickers!” Draco cursed as his boyfriend dodged him again. “Harry, this has gone far enough! You will cease this childish behaviour or so help me, I'll…”
“You tricked me!” Harry argued back. “You said we were going to the p-park!” His green eyes were wide and full of hurt. Draco actually felt guilty before he realized what Harry was doing.
“The crup eyes aren't going to work on me,” he replied firmly. “This is for your own good.”
“But it will hurt,” Harry almost wailed. “I thought you loved me!”
Draco groaned. Honestly, why him? “I do love you,” he soothed. “You know I do, Harry. I’m only doing this because I care about you.”
Harry scowled and crossed his arms defensively but at least he wasn’t running anymore. “I can’t,” he whimpered.
“You can,” Draco insisted. “You took down Bellatrix Lestrange in a duel once, remember? You were so brave. I know you can do this, love.”
Harry sniffed and Draco sighed, holding his arms out. “Come on,” he coaxed. “Come here.”
He sighed in relief as Harry approached and burrowed in his arms. Draco gathered up his boyfriend and stroked his hair, smiling as Harry snuffled into his neck. “There’s a good lad,” he praised. “I’ll even take you to Fortescue later.”
“I want hot sex and cold ice cream,” Harry mumbled sulkily.
“Of course.”
“And a bedtime story. With the Once Upon A Time and everything.”
“Okay, now you’re pushing it.”
****
In the interiors of the dentist’s office, Mr and Mrs Granger watched as the tall blond soothed his quivering mess of a boyfriend.
Mr Granger cleared his throat before turning to his wife. “That’s the lad Hermione was talking about? The one who defeated that Evil Dark Lord Person?”
Mrs Granger shrugged. “Frankly, I’d put my money on the blond.”
Word Count: 365
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Harry is being difficult.
Author's notes: Written for hogwarts365 Prompt #8: Once Upon A Time, Bellatrix Lestrange, Mr and Mrs Granger.
Disclaimer: Faffing about. Do not own Harry Potter.
Not for the first time in his life, Draco was grateful for having good reflexes. His lithe physique and training as a Seeker had come in handy several times, and not just for Quidditch. He was agile, quick to react and rarely missed his target.
That said, Harry was certainly a lot harder to catch than the Snitch.
“Merlin’s frilly knickers!” Draco cursed as his boyfriend dodged him again. “Harry, this has gone far enough! You will cease this childish behaviour or so help me, I'll…”
“You tricked me!” Harry argued back. “You said we were going to the p-park!” His green eyes were wide and full of hurt. Draco actually felt guilty before he realized what Harry was doing.
“The crup eyes aren't going to work on me,” he replied firmly. “This is for your own good.”
“But it will hurt,” Harry almost wailed. “I thought you loved me!”
Draco groaned. Honestly, why him? “I do love you,” he soothed. “You know I do, Harry. I’m only doing this because I care about you.”
Harry scowled and crossed his arms defensively but at least he wasn’t running anymore. “I can’t,” he whimpered.
“You can,” Draco insisted. “You took down Bellatrix Lestrange in a duel once, remember? You were so brave. I know you can do this, love.”
Harry sniffed and Draco sighed, holding his arms out. “Come on,” he coaxed. “Come here.”
He sighed in relief as Harry approached and burrowed in his arms. Draco gathered up his boyfriend and stroked his hair, smiling as Harry snuffled into his neck. “There’s a good lad,” he praised. “I’ll even take you to Fortescue later.”
“I want hot sex and cold ice cream,” Harry mumbled sulkily.
“Of course.”
“And a bedtime story. With the Once Upon A Time and everything.”
“Okay, now you’re pushing it.”
****
In the interiors of the dentist’s office, Mr and Mrs Granger watched as the tall blond soothed his quivering mess of a boyfriend.
Mr Granger cleared his throat before turning to his wife. “That’s the lad Hermione was talking about? The one who defeated that Evil Dark Lord Person?”
Mrs Granger shrugged. “Frankly, I’d put my money on the blond.”