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lesyeuxvertsTitle: Very Warm
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 477
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: snow, fire, warmth
Warnings: EWE, unabashed fluff :)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: Happy holidays,![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
sassy_cissa!
Draco was flushed from the cold when he came into the house – the wind had put some colour in his cheeks, and he cursed as he shook the snow out of his scarf. "Those bloody gnomes."
He leaned on Harry for support as he hopped out of his boots, and clung to his elbow afterwards. "Every year … bloody Weasley Christmas party … bloody gnomes…"
Harry pushed him up against the wall and finished stripping off his hat and gloves, Banishing them to the drying rack by the fire. "Come in and get warm," he said, pulling off Draco's cloak and hanging it up himself. "Molly's made some eggnog."
"Warmth is not what matters, Harry," Draco said, speaking to him as if he were a very slow child. "What matters is the fact that I was forced to suffer through the indignity of chasing after gnomes in the garden yet again. Next year…"
"I'll help you warm up," Harry said, catching Draco's hands in his own. "We've got the attic room to ourselves this year, and…"
"The little buggers threw snow at me," Draco said. "If you think that you can make it up to me with sexual favours, then you're absolutely…"
"Right, isn't he?" Fred and George Weasley had popped into the entryway, stuffing Extendable Ears into their pockets. "Though I must say–"
"–Harry, if you intend to bribe him with sexual favours–"
"–please use a Silencing Charm next time!"
Draco glared at Harry, Summoning his scarf from where it was drying near the fire, and using it to flick snow into Harry's face. "'Can't hear us in the attic,' can they? Anything else that you don't know about these–"
"Draco." Harry pushed him back up against the wall, one hand on each shoulder, and held him still for a kiss. "Don't. Fred and George were just teasing. Come on – we'll put up a Silencing Charm just in case, and I really will make it up to you."
The twins nodded and winked as Harry pulled Draco up the stairs. "Wear the skirt," Fred called after them.
"And let Harry spank you over his knee again," George said. "That was–"
"–unbelievably fucking hot."
Draco's skin was flushed – with anger or embarrassment, Harry couldn't tell. Harry pressed him up against the banister, stopping his mouth with a kiss and filching his wand out of his pocket, just in case he decided to hex the twins.
"They're just guessing," Harry whispered in Draco's ear. "They don't actually know – but if you're good, I will let you wear the skirt. And the corset. And the heels."
"I suppose coming here for Christmas does have some appeal," Draco said, leaning into Harry's arms for another kiss. "Race you to the attic – and believe me, Harry, I expect to be kept very warm tonight."
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 477
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: snow, fire, warmth
Warnings: EWE, unabashed fluff :)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: Happy holidays,
sassy_cissa!Draco was flushed from the cold when he came into the house – the wind had put some colour in his cheeks, and he cursed as he shook the snow out of his scarf. "Those bloody gnomes."
He leaned on Harry for support as he hopped out of his boots, and clung to his elbow afterwards. "Every year … bloody Weasley Christmas party … bloody gnomes…"
Harry pushed him up against the wall and finished stripping off his hat and gloves, Banishing them to the drying rack by the fire. "Come in and get warm," he said, pulling off Draco's cloak and hanging it up himself. "Molly's made some eggnog."
"Warmth is not what matters, Harry," Draco said, speaking to him as if he were a very slow child. "What matters is the fact that I was forced to suffer through the indignity of chasing after gnomes in the garden yet again. Next year…"
"I'll help you warm up," Harry said, catching Draco's hands in his own. "We've got the attic room to ourselves this year, and…"
"The little buggers threw snow at me," Draco said. "If you think that you can make it up to me with sexual favours, then you're absolutely…"
"Right, isn't he?" Fred and George Weasley had popped into the entryway, stuffing Extendable Ears into their pockets. "Though I must say–"
"–Harry, if you intend to bribe him with sexual favours–"
"–please use a Silencing Charm next time!"
Draco glared at Harry, Summoning his scarf from where it was drying near the fire, and using it to flick snow into Harry's face. "'Can't hear us in the attic,' can they? Anything else that you don't know about these–"
"Draco." Harry pushed him back up against the wall, one hand on each shoulder, and held him still for a kiss. "Don't. Fred and George were just teasing. Come on – we'll put up a Silencing Charm just in case, and I really will make it up to you."
The twins nodded and winked as Harry pulled Draco up the stairs. "Wear the skirt," Fred called after them.
"And let Harry spank you over his knee again," George said. "That was–"
"–unbelievably fucking hot."
Draco's skin was flushed – with anger or embarrassment, Harry couldn't tell. Harry pressed him up against the banister, stopping his mouth with a kiss and filching his wand out of his pocket, just in case he decided to hex the twins.
"They're just guessing," Harry whispered in Draco's ear. "They don't actually know – but if you're good, I will let you wear the skirt. And the corset. And the heels."
"I suppose coming here for Christmas does have some appeal," Draco said, leaning into Harry's arms for another kiss. "Race you to the attic – and believe me, Harry, I expect to be kept very warm tonight."
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Date: 2008-12-01 08:16 pm (UTC)