Fic: Homecoming - Part 15
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alisanneTitle: Homecoming - Part 15
Author:alisanne
Word count: 630
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
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slythindor100's Christmas Challenge prompt #15: Candy Canes.
Summary: Harry has a favour to ask from Draco.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta(s):sevfan and emynn.
Authors Notes: This is part 15 of my H/D Homecoming Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Back to Part 14 (LJ/IJ/DW)
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Homecoming - Part 15
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Draco drew back. “And what, pray tell, is the Burrow?”
Harry smiled. “Sorry, I’m just so used to calling it that…The Burrow is the Weasley homestead. Everyone gathers there on the holidays, and I have a standing invitation.”
A look of horror crossed Draco’s face. “You want me to spend my holidays with the Weasleys?”
“I want you to spend your holidays with me,” Harry corrected gently. “And since I’ll be at the Weasleys'—”
“Hm.” Draco huffed, but there was a slight upturn to his lips that told Harry he was considering it. “I’ll think about it.”
“Fair enough.” Harry gestured to the items on Draco’s work station. “Are you busy now?”
“Why?”
“Because I thought you could help me do something.”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Is it something sexual?”
Harry laughed. “No. Although I’m not ruling out that possibility for later.”
The light in Draco’s eyes said he wasn’t against that possibility either. “What do you need?”
“Well, I would like to see if I can get to the bottom of who did this to me. Normally I’d report this to the DMLE, but—”
“But someone there could be involved or responsible.” Draco nodded.
“Right. Anyway, I need to look into it, and I suspect it will take a while, but in the meantime, I don’t have a wand, so—”
“An, right.” Draco became all business. “Of course I’ll help.” His eyes hardened. “I’d like to get my hands on the wanker that did this, too. Any idea where you’d like to start?”
“Yes, I thought maybe at my Muggle flat in London.” Spotting a dish of candy canes, Harry said, “May I have one of those? I’m hungry.”
“Help yourself,” Draco said. He started to pace. “Good thought about the flat. I think we should search there, and if nothing shows up, perhaps at your office at Arsehole and Wanker.”
Harry laughed. “You mean Parker and Kent?”
Draco shrugged. “You have your name for them and I have mine. Anyway, yes, there.”
Harry sucked the candy cane into his mouth, and some mischievous impulse made him begin sliding the sweet in and out in an unmistakably suggestive manner. “Yes, I do need to go back there anyway since I should tell them I’m quitting.”
Draco turned to face him. “Yes, I’m interested to see their reaction—” He froze, taking in what Harry was doing. His eyes narrowed.
“Problem?” Harry asked, tone bland. As Draco watched, he pulled the sweet entirely out of his mouth and swirled his tongue around the tip. “Mmm.”
“You bastard,” Draco murmured. The tone was admiring.
Harry sucked the candy cane back in and smirked. “Something wrong?” He winked. “Don’t worry, I’m just…practicing for later.”
Draco’s eyes went dark. “You’d better not be teasing,” he said.
In two quick strides Harry was right there beside him. “You know I’m not. And if we weren’t here, I’d show you how much I’m not teasing.”
Someone cleared their throat. “Right, that’s all the filing done,” said Parkinson, smirking at them both. “And since all the furniture’s intact, I take you two didn’t come to blows?”
Draco turned to Parkinson. “I’m taking off for the rest of the day, Pansy. I’ll see you after Christmas, yes?”
She smiled. “Of course, darling.” Turning her gaze to Harry, she said, “And happy Christmas to you, too, Potter. Hurt him, and I’ll end you.”
Harry nodded. “Noted. Happy Christmas, Parkinson.”
Once she was gone, Harry pulled Draco towards him. The sweet was gone, only the mint flavor remained in his mouth, which he shared with Draco in a slow kiss. When they drew apart, they were both breathing heavily.
“So, will you Apparate me to Muggle London?” Harry asked.
Draco smiled. “Right now? I’d Apparate you anywhere.”
~
Part 16 (LJ/IJ/DW)
Author:
alisanneWord count: 630
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Challenge: Written for
slythindor100/slythindor100/slythindor100's Christmas Challenge prompt #15: Candy Canes. Summary: Harry has a favour to ask from Draco.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta(s):
sevfan and emynn.Authors Notes: This is part 15 of my H/D Homecoming Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Back to Part 14 (LJ/IJ/DW)
~
Homecoming - Part 15
~
Draco drew back. “And what, pray tell, is the Burrow?”
Harry smiled. “Sorry, I’m just so used to calling it that…The Burrow is the Weasley homestead. Everyone gathers there on the holidays, and I have a standing invitation.”
A look of horror crossed Draco’s face. “You want me to spend my holidays with the Weasleys?”
“I want you to spend your holidays with me,” Harry corrected gently. “And since I’ll be at the Weasleys'—”
“Hm.” Draco huffed, but there was a slight upturn to his lips that told Harry he was considering it. “I’ll think about it.”
“Fair enough.” Harry gestured to the items on Draco’s work station. “Are you busy now?”
“Why?”
“Because I thought you could help me do something.”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Is it something sexual?”
Harry laughed. “No. Although I’m not ruling out that possibility for later.”
The light in Draco’s eyes said he wasn’t against that possibility either. “What do you need?”
“Well, I would like to see if I can get to the bottom of who did this to me. Normally I’d report this to the DMLE, but—”
“But someone there could be involved or responsible.” Draco nodded.
“Right. Anyway, I need to look into it, and I suspect it will take a while, but in the meantime, I don’t have a wand, so—”
“An, right.” Draco became all business. “Of course I’ll help.” His eyes hardened. “I’d like to get my hands on the wanker that did this, too. Any idea where you’d like to start?”
“Yes, I thought maybe at my Muggle flat in London.” Spotting a dish of candy canes, Harry said, “May I have one of those? I’m hungry.”
“Help yourself,” Draco said. He started to pace. “Good thought about the flat. I think we should search there, and if nothing shows up, perhaps at your office at Arsehole and Wanker.”
Harry laughed. “You mean Parker and Kent?”
Draco shrugged. “You have your name for them and I have mine. Anyway, yes, there.”
Harry sucked the candy cane into his mouth, and some mischievous impulse made him begin sliding the sweet in and out in an unmistakably suggestive manner. “Yes, I do need to go back there anyway since I should tell them I’m quitting.”
Draco turned to face him. “Yes, I’m interested to see their reaction—” He froze, taking in what Harry was doing. His eyes narrowed.
“Problem?” Harry asked, tone bland. As Draco watched, he pulled the sweet entirely out of his mouth and swirled his tongue around the tip. “Mmm.”
“You bastard,” Draco murmured. The tone was admiring.
Harry sucked the candy cane back in and smirked. “Something wrong?” He winked. “Don’t worry, I’m just…practicing for later.”
Draco’s eyes went dark. “You’d better not be teasing,” he said.
In two quick strides Harry was right there beside him. “You know I’m not. And if we weren’t here, I’d show you how much I’m not teasing.”
Someone cleared their throat. “Right, that’s all the filing done,” said Parkinson, smirking at them both. “And since all the furniture’s intact, I take you two didn’t come to blows?”
Draco turned to Parkinson. “I’m taking off for the rest of the day, Pansy. I’ll see you after Christmas, yes?”
She smiled. “Of course, darling.” Turning her gaze to Harry, she said, “And happy Christmas to you, too, Potter. Hurt him, and I’ll end you.”
Harry nodded. “Noted. Happy Christmas, Parkinson.”
Once she was gone, Harry pulled Draco towards him. The sweet was gone, only the mint flavor remained in his mouth, which he shared with Draco in a slow kiss. When they drew apart, they were both breathing heavily.
“So, will you Apparate me to Muggle London?” Harry asked.
Draco smiled. “Right now? I’d Apparate you anywhere.”
~
Part 16 (LJ/IJ/DW)
