Whisker Kisses
Banner by capitu, gif originally posted by truerazor
Title: Whisker Kisses
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Language
Word count: 835
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Birthday gift for goldylost, who asked for more of Scrub verse
♦ hd_pots_n_porn Prompt #90 - rhubarb
Summary: Harry tries to bribe Draco with pie.
"Hello, Draco," Harry greeted absently. He was busy poring over a recipe.
Draco sniffed audibly. "You're baking," he said.
"Yeah," Harry replied, frowning as he tried to recall if he had enough sugar in the pantry.
"Are you...are you making blueberry pie?"
Harry ducked his head to hide a grin. "Neville brought me some rhubarb," he said, "and I'm making him a pie to thank him."
"I don't like rhubarb," Draco announced, wrinkling his nose. "Why don't you make blueberry?"
"Okay, Draco, if you can behave yourself this afternoon, I'll make you a blueberry pie."
There was a long pause, followed by a tentative, "Define behave."
Harry turned away and reached for the sugar so that Draco wouldn't see him rolling his eyes. "By that, I mean don't make a mess," Harry said sternly. "It would also aid your cause if you would help me today."
After another thoughtful silence, Draco said, "I can Hoover the living room."
Harry knew well and good that Draco's idea of Hoovering the living room meant getting out his Roomba and riding around on it in ferret form. Still, Draco rarely offered to clean, so Harry took him up on it. "That's a capital idea," he said.
Draco beamed and dashed from the kitchen. A moment later, Harry heard the Roomba whirring in the other room. He finished rolling out the dough for his pie crust, then peeked into the living room. Harry couldn't help but grin at the sight of a slender white ferret, perched atop the Roomba as it worked its way around the room.
Harry returned to the kitchen, chuckling to himself. It was a refreshing change to see Draco cleaning up, rather than creating a mess. He wondered how long it would last. Not two minutes later, Draco, still in ferret form, pelted into the kitchen and out the cat flap in the door that led to the garden.
Harry frowned. It hadn't rained in two days, so there was little chance of Draco finding mud in the garden, but no doubt he'd find some other mischief to get up to. Harry didn't have time to worry about it; he had a pie to bake. If Draco reneged on their agreement and made a mess, he simply wouldn't get a blueberry pie.
Harry slid the rhubarb pie into the oven, then peered out of the window. He saw Draco scampering around, and miraculously, his fur was still sparkling white.
"Huh," Harry grunted. He shrugged and began assembling another pie for his boyfriend. He rolled out another pie crust and pressed it into a pan, then dumped blueberry filling in. Harry laid the other half of the crust on top and used a fork to press the edges together and create a fluted effect. He then sprinkled sugar over the top and set the pie aside to bake once Neville's pie was ready to come out.
Harry glanced out the window again and tensed when he didn't immediately see his dastardly boyfriend. What was the little menace up to now? Harry wiped his hands on a tea towel and went into the garden.
"Draco?"
Harry heard a chitter and turned in time to see Draco scamper across the garden path. He still appeared relatively clean, and Harry relaxed. Apparently, blueberry pie was a huge motivator for his boyfriend. Harry decided to sit on a nearby wooden bench and relax. He sat down and stretched his legs out.
Draco charged from the bushes and ran up Harry's legs and torso before burrowing his face into Harry's neck.
Harry flailed and giggled like a girl. "That tickles!" he cried, trying to evade Draco's whisker kisses.
Draco clambered down to the bench next to Harry. He looked up at Harry and made an inquisitive noise.
"Yes, I've assembled a blueberry pie," said Harry. "I'll put it in the oven as soon as the other pie finishes baking."
Draco swiped at Harry's hand with a rough tongue, then flopped down and rested his chin on Harry's thigh. He yawned, and his eyes closed.
Harry was swamped by a wave of tenderness. Draco was seldom in a mood to snuggle in his ferret form, preferring to cavort and create havoc. It was a nice change of pace. Harry was disappointed when the oven dinged, indicating the rhubarb pie was done. He sighed and carefully set Draco away from him.
Draco made a soft sound of protest and nipped Harry's finger.
"Ouch, you bloody little rat!" cried Harry. "I need to get Neville's pie out of the oven before it burns, and then I'll put yours in, okay?"
Draco seemed mollified.
Harry stood up and stretched before returning inside. He carefully removed the rhubarb pie from the oven and set it on a rack to cool. Harry then slid Draco's pie into the oven and closed the door. He turned around, just in time to see Draco press a tiny pink paw onto the top of Neville's pie, leaving a definite paw print.
"Oy!"
Draco leaped from the counter and scampered out of the kitchen, his mocking chitter-laughter trailing behind him.
Vrooooomba!
EDIT: Now illustrated by the ever-delightful saras_girl:
The amazing vacuuming ferret