Drabble: Guilty Purchase
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alisanneTitle: Guilty Purchase
Author:![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
alisanne
Rating: PG
Word count: 100
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Written fordracoharry100's challenge: #75: Bashful
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta:sevfan
Authors Notes: The boys go shopping.
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Guilty Purchase
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“Where’s your Gryffindor bravado?” Draco asked.
“Bravado’s one thing,” Harry replied from inside the dressing room. “Asking for mocking is another.”
“I won’t mock,” Draco replied. “Much.”
“I heard that!”
“Potter--”
“Fine!” Harry emerged, glaring. “See? I look ridiculous. Now, get me some normal clothes...”
Harry’s words trailed off as Draco pushed him up against the wall. “Draco?”
“You look amazing,” Draco purred, hands splayed over Harry’s leather-clad arse.
“We’re in public,” Harry halfheartedly protested.
Draco grinned wickedly. “I forgot how bashful you are,” he whispered, marching Harry backwards into the dressing room.
Later, feeing guilty, Harry purchased the trousers.
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Author:
alisanneRating: PG
Word count: 100
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Written for
dracoharry100's challenge: #75: BashfulDisclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta:
sevfanAuthors Notes: The boys go shopping.
~
Guilty Purchase
~
“Where’s your Gryffindor bravado?” Draco asked.
“Bravado’s one thing,” Harry replied from inside the dressing room. “Asking for mocking is another.”
“I won’t mock,” Draco replied. “Much.”
“I heard that!”
“Potter--”
“Fine!” Harry emerged, glaring. “See? I look ridiculous. Now, get me some normal clothes...”
Harry’s words trailed off as Draco pushed him up against the wall. “Draco?”
“You look amazing,” Draco purred, hands splayed over Harry’s leather-clad arse.
“We’re in public,” Harry halfheartedly protested.
Draco grinned wickedly. “I forgot how bashful you are,” he whispered, marching Harry backwards into the dressing room.
Later, feeing guilty, Harry purchased the trousers.
~
