Fic: Perfect Display
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alisanneTitle: Perfect Display
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alisanne
Rating: G
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Summary: Draco displays his expertice.
Word Count: 370
Genre: Humor
Warnings: Innuendo
A/N: Written forleianora who requested Top!Draco Bottom!Harry and the prompts sexy, emotional healing, and selfworth. She didn't think I could do it in less than 500 words, so, never one to avoid a challenge, I wrote this. ;) Not exactly what you expected, I suspect, but I hope you enjoy it! Happy Birthday. :)
Beta:sevfan, and thanks to the clever girls in slashchat who helped me brainstorm. *g*
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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Perfect Display
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“You’ve no idea what constitutes sexy, Potter,” Draco sneered.
“I think it looks pretty hot,” Harry said.
“You would,” Draco replied, his lips curling.
Harry sighed and resumed stacking the trousers. There were days he wondered why he’d ever applied to Gladrags Wizardwear for a job. Hermione had insisted that he needed something to keep him busy though, and he supposed she was right.
Most days he enjoyed his work. He got to talk to a lot of people, and the majority of them were friendly. Just this week, however, he’d been assigned to this department, and now things were rapidly going downhill.
Draco had started as the new manager of tops, and with Harry manager of bottoms, the snide comments had been endless.
“I can’t believe you put this shirt on display paired with those,” the blond continued, following Harry as he continued organizing his wares. “No one with any self-worth would wear that outfit!”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he snapped. “If you hate it that much then you put together the display. I’ll continue doing this, all right?”
Draco smiled, victorious. “Yes, yes, fine,” he said, waving his hand airily. “I’ll fix your cock-up.”
As Harry worked he heard Draco humming the tune piping in over the new central music system. Recognizing it as “Sexual Healing”, he smiled to himself, wondering if Draco even knew that the composer was a Muggle.
“There!” Draco finally crowed. “Look and learn, Potter.”
Harry walked over and inspected the display. He had to agree that the combination of the grey silk shirt and the black leather trousers probably went together better than the orange shirt and plaid shorts he’d picked. “Yeah, not bad,” he conceded.
Draco snorted. “Not bad? Oh please, it’s beyond sexy, into the realm of sizzling. After all, I would wear it.”
Harry had to admit that Draco would look good in it, too. “Maybe you should wear it out tonight,” he suggested.
“Tonight?” Draco blinked. “Why, where am I going tonight?”
“Dinner?” Harry asked.
Draco considered that. “All right,” he finally said, eyes dancing. “But, Potter?”
“Yes?”
“Just so you know. Just because I work in tops doesn’t mean that’s all I’m good at.”
Harry grinned. “Good to know.”
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Author:
alisanneRating: G
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Summary: Draco displays his expertice.
Word Count: 370
Genre: Humor
Warnings: Innuendo
A/N: Written for
leianora who requested Top!Draco Bottom!Harry and the prompts sexy, emotional healing, and selfworth. She didn't think I could do it in less than 500 words, so, never one to avoid a challenge, I wrote this. ;) Not exactly what you expected, I suspect, but I hope you enjoy it! Happy Birthday. :)Beta:
sevfan, and thanks to the clever girls in slashchat who helped me brainstorm. *g*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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Perfect Display
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“You’ve no idea what constitutes sexy, Potter,” Draco sneered.
“I think it looks pretty hot,” Harry said.
“You would,” Draco replied, his lips curling.
Harry sighed and resumed stacking the trousers. There were days he wondered why he’d ever applied to Gladrags Wizardwear for a job. Hermione had insisted that he needed something to keep him busy though, and he supposed she was right.
Most days he enjoyed his work. He got to talk to a lot of people, and the majority of them were friendly. Just this week, however, he’d been assigned to this department, and now things were rapidly going downhill.
Draco had started as the new manager of tops, and with Harry manager of bottoms, the snide comments had been endless.
“I can’t believe you put this shirt on display paired with those,” the blond continued, following Harry as he continued organizing his wares. “No one with any self-worth would wear that outfit!”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he snapped. “If you hate it that much then you put together the display. I’ll continue doing this, all right?”
Draco smiled, victorious. “Yes, yes, fine,” he said, waving his hand airily. “I’ll fix your cock-up.”
As Harry worked he heard Draco humming the tune piping in over the new central music system. Recognizing it as “Sexual Healing”, he smiled to himself, wondering if Draco even knew that the composer was a Muggle.
“There!” Draco finally crowed. “Look and learn, Potter.”
Harry walked over and inspected the display. He had to agree that the combination of the grey silk shirt and the black leather trousers probably went together better than the orange shirt and plaid shorts he’d picked. “Yeah, not bad,” he conceded.
Draco snorted. “Not bad? Oh please, it’s beyond sexy, into the realm of sizzling. After all, I would wear it.”
Harry had to admit that Draco would look good in it, too. “Maybe you should wear it out tonight,” he suggested.
“Tonight?” Draco blinked. “Why, where am I going tonight?”
“Dinner?” Harry asked.
Draco considered that. “All right,” he finally said, eyes dancing. “But, Potter?”
“Yes?”
“Just so you know. Just because I work in tops doesn’t mean that’s all I’m good at.”
Harry grinned. “Good to know.”
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