Fic: Midnight Snack
Title: Midnight Snack
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alisanne
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Word Count: 360
Warnings: Harry confesses.
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slythindor100's prompt # 13: Ho Ho Cookies, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Hot chocolate. Part 13 of Christmas Crush (LJ/IJ/DW).
Beta(s): None, poke me if you see anything wonky.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Midnight Snack
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“Right,” said Malfoy, rummaging about his cupboards. “I know I had biscuits somewhere. Aha!” He triumphantly brandished a tin of iced biscuits.
“Festive.” Reaching around Malfoy, Harry snagged one, popping it in his mouth and chewing. “Mm, not bad. Do you have anything to drink?”
“Alcohol or—?”
“No, that’ll only make me colder. Plus we ned to talk, remember?” Harry looked around. “Tea?”
“How about hot cocoa?” said Malfoy moving towards some cups. “If you make the toasted cheese, and set out the biscuits, I’ll make us some.”
“Brilliant,” said Harry, and for a few moments they worked together, producing a makeshift meal.
As he worked, Harry stole looks at Malfoy, admiring him. Even though he’d covered up with a dressing gown after their latest bout of sex, Harry could still see his lithe body moving beneath the cloth, and he felt his body reacting. Fuck, what was it about him?
“You all right?” asked Malfoy.
Blinking, Harry realised he’s just been standing there staring. “Fine. Just…making sure the bread’s toasted.”
By unspoken agreement, they took it all back to the bedroom where they sat on the bed and consumed their food in between sips of hot cocoa. Finally, Malfoy sighed, setting aside his cup. “I needed that.”
“Me, too.” Harry eyes him through his lashes. “We’ve expended a lot of energy.”
“Agreed.” Leaning back, Malfoy stretched out on the bed. “I shan’t need to do any exercising this week.” He emitted a contented little purr that made Harry’s inside clench.
“Nor shall I,” said Harry, looking down into his cup. He exhaled. “So, I guess it’s time we do this.”
Malfoy yawned. “Do what? Is there some position we haven’t tried?”
Harry laughed. “Bloody hell, you’re insatiable. I meant talk!”
Malfoy snorted. “Every time I suggest we talk, you tackle me. And you call me insatiable? Anyway, go ahead, tell me something.” Rolling onto his stomach, he folded his arms and rested his face on them, looking up at Harry expectantly.
Harry swallowed hard. “I…this is difficult.”
Malfoy hummed. “Just spit it out, Potter.”
“I think I’m in love with you.”
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Continued in Christmas Concert (LJ/IJ/DW).
Author:
alisanneRating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Word Count: 360
Warnings: Harry confesses.
A/N: Written for
slythindor100/slythindor100's prompt # 13: Ho Ho Cookies, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Hot chocolate. Part 13 of Christmas Crush (LJ/IJ/DW).Beta(s): None, poke me if you see anything wonky.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Midnight Snack
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“Right,” said Malfoy, rummaging about his cupboards. “I know I had biscuits somewhere. Aha!” He triumphantly brandished a tin of iced biscuits.
“Festive.” Reaching around Malfoy, Harry snagged one, popping it in his mouth and chewing. “Mm, not bad. Do you have anything to drink?”
“Alcohol or—?”
“No, that’ll only make me colder. Plus we ned to talk, remember?” Harry looked around. “Tea?”
“How about hot cocoa?” said Malfoy moving towards some cups. “If you make the toasted cheese, and set out the biscuits, I’ll make us some.”
“Brilliant,” said Harry, and for a few moments they worked together, producing a makeshift meal.
As he worked, Harry stole looks at Malfoy, admiring him. Even though he’d covered up with a dressing gown after their latest bout of sex, Harry could still see his lithe body moving beneath the cloth, and he felt his body reacting. Fuck, what was it about him?
“You all right?” asked Malfoy.
Blinking, Harry realised he’s just been standing there staring. “Fine. Just…making sure the bread’s toasted.”
By unspoken agreement, they took it all back to the bedroom where they sat on the bed and consumed their food in between sips of hot cocoa. Finally, Malfoy sighed, setting aside his cup. “I needed that.”
“Me, too.” Harry eyes him through his lashes. “We’ve expended a lot of energy.”
“Agreed.” Leaning back, Malfoy stretched out on the bed. “I shan’t need to do any exercising this week.” He emitted a contented little purr that made Harry’s inside clench.
“Nor shall I,” said Harry, looking down into his cup. He exhaled. “So, I guess it’s time we do this.”
Malfoy yawned. “Do what? Is there some position we haven’t tried?”
Harry laughed. “Bloody hell, you’re insatiable. I meant talk!”
Malfoy snorted. “Every time I suggest we talk, you tackle me. And you call me insatiable? Anyway, go ahead, tell me something.” Rolling onto his stomach, he folded his arms and rested his face on them, looking up at Harry expectantly.
Harry swallowed hard. “I…this is difficult.”
Malfoy hummed. “Just spit it out, Potter.”
“I think I’m in love with you.”
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Continued in Christmas Concert (LJ/IJ/DW).