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(Feel free to change or twist bits as it pleases you - not rules, more like guidelines! ;D Say, it could be mpreg, or maybe adopting some newly-deceased relative's child, or maybe even finding a stray kitten/puppy/fledgling on the walk home! ...Though all three sound fun! XD (And hey, if you could do all three, I will worship you. Srsly.))
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Of Raspberries and LoveDraco holds a spatula in one hand and his wand in the other. He glares at each of the items in turn, as if it’s their fault he’s at this point in his life - very seriously contemplating baking a cake for his...partner? It feels much too inadequate and formal a term for Harry. Harry falls somewhere between being the bane of Draco’s life and being his raison d’etre. It should unnerve him that Harry is the one complex and contradicting thing in his life, but it doesn’t. It really doesn’t ( ... )
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“Harry!” he can’t help but raise his voice. The prat’s not even supposed to be home yet.
“Get those fingers out of there!”
“Where do you want me to put them then?” Harry smirks, and it takes Draco all that he is to not laugh, although he does feel his body relax.
“Why are you home?”
“Hermione gave me the day off. She said she couldn’t cope with a horny me in her office a minute longer.”
Draco rolls his eyes. “She didn’t say that.”
“Nope,” Harry says as he jumps off the table, “she didn’t. But it’s what she meant.”
“Hm.” Draco tries not to laugh again, but there’s a hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his lips.
Harry walks so that he’s in front of Draco, kisses him hard but brief right on his lips and then laughs, knowingly.
“You baked me a cake.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“You did. It’s right there.”
“There’s nothing there, Potter. Half of it’s on your fingers, and the rest’s in your stomach.”
“Yes.” He smiles, and this was Draco’s driving force. It lights up Harry’s face, and Draco doesn't ( ... )
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This was wonderful!
Thank you!
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