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Word Count: 100 each, unless otherwise noted
Rating: From PG to NC-17
Disclaimer: HP world belongs to JK Rowling. No money made by me - I am only playing.
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sesheta_66Word Count: 100 each, unless otherwise noted
Rating: From PG to NC-17
Disclaimer: HP world belongs to JK Rowling. No money made by me - I am only playing.
1. Easter Egg Hunt; Challenge: "Easter Eggs"; PG-13
"C'mon! I know it's here! Why can't I find it?!" Draco watched Harry get progressively more agitated.
"Dammit!" Harry started twitching in his seat. "Shit!" Now he was standing up, looking ready to kill. "What the fuck?!" he screamed.
Draco had had enough. This was ridiculous. Harry hadn't spoken to him for hours.
"Harry, what's wrong?"
Harry turned on him, looking as though he could kill him with his stare. "It's this bloody game! I know there's an Easter egg at this level, but I can't find it!"
Rolling his eyes, Draco left him to his stupid Muggle video game.
2. Easter Firsts; Challenge: "Easter Eggs"; PG-13 (two drabbles)
"What are you on about now, Harry?"
"We're hiding Easter eggs all over the house, so the children can hunt for them before supper."
" ... "
"What? You've never heard of an Easter egg hunt? You know, the Easter Bunny hides chocolates all over the place, and the children go searching for them."
"No, I haven't. Don't tell me you did that as a boy!"
"With my family? Hardly. But Dudley and the other children at school loved it."
Draco could tell that this was going to be just as much fun for Harry as for the children.
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"I still can't believe you wouldn't have done this as a child, what with how much you love chocolate!"
"Honestly, Harry, why would I do such a thing?"
"For the chocolate?" Harry ventured.
"Yes, well, I could just get chocolate, couldn't I?"
"But searching is fun."
"Really, Potter. You do remember whom you are addressing? Can you truly picture me rooting around trying to sniff out chocolates, when we had perfectly capable house-elves around that I could get to do it?"
"Then it'll be a first for both of us!"
Draco smirked at Harry. "And no Accio!" The smirk died.
3. Headlines; Challenge: "Sunday Papers"; PG-13 (ten drabbles)
I. THE BOY WHO LIVED TO BE GAY!
"Honestly, who cares?" Harry asked.
"Who cares about what?" Hermione replied.
"What difference does it make to the rest of the world if I'm gay?"
"Well, I'm sure the sound we're hearing is the collective crushing of witches' hearts breaking all over England right now."
"Very funny, Hermione. I just wonder. Will the press ever go away and leave me alone?"
"Not likely. I should think you'd be used to it by now, though."
"Not that anyone cares, really, but hey - at least they got the facts right for a change."
II. THE BOY WHO LIVED TO BE GAY!
"Well, well, well. Isn't this interesting?" Draco said, as he took a sip of his tea, looking at the front page of the Daily Prophet.
"Isn't what interesting?" Pansy asked.
"Harry Potter. Did you know that he's gay?"
"He's what?"
"Gay. It says so right here on the front page of the Prophet."
"Isn't that the same paper that wrote all those lies about Potter years ago?"
"Point taken. Oh well, too bad."
"What was that?"
"Oh nothing."
Who knows? Draco thought to himself. Maybe the papers are right for a change.
III. MALFOY TO RECEIVE ORDER OF MERLIN!
"I don't believe this! The ferret is getting the Order of Merlin."
"I know."
"What do you mean, you know? I just got the paper."
"I knew before."
"How did you know? And why didn't you tell me?"
"I knew, because I recommended him for it. And I didn't tell you, because I knew this was how you'd react."
"You what?!"
"You heard me, Ron. I recommended him for the Order of Merlin. He deserves it. He sacrificed a lot during the war, and he deserves to be rewarded."
"I don't believe it!"
"Believe it. It's in the Sunday Paper."
IV. MALFOY TO RECEIVE ORDER OF MERLIN!
"Did you see the paper this morning? Is this true? Are you getting the Order of Merlin?"
"Yes, yes, and yes."
"So why didn't you tell me? How long have you known? This is huge, Draco! I'm so proud of you!" Pansy tackled him, and pulled him into a decidedly ungraceful hug.
"I didn't tell you because I knew you would gush."
"I'm not gushing!"
"Yes you are. I've known about it for a few weeks. And yes, this is big. I hope it will go a long way to restoring the Malfoy name as one to be proud of."
V. SAVIOUR AND DEATH EATER TOGETHER?
"Oh, for the love of Merlin! Would you look at this, Harry?"
"What's up, Hermione?"
"It's a picture of you and Malfoy talking, but the article suggests all sorts of things. Honestly, don't they ever verify their information before printing it?"
"Well, actually ..."
"I mean, look here. It says 'a source close to Mr. Potter said that he's been quite smitten with the blonde for some time now.' And another says that you two were seen snogging. Really!"
"Well, actually, that last bit is true," Harry said, with a sheepish grin on his face.
"Harry, you didn't!"
"I did."
VI. SAVIOUR AND DEATH EATER TOGETHER?
"Oh, for the love of Merlin! Look at this!"
"Look at what, Pansy?"
"It's a picture of you and Potter on the front page, looking like you're getting along, taken last night at the ceremony. Hey ... look at this part. Apparently Potter has been after you for a while. You'd better watch out."
Draco just rolled his eyes at his friend.
"Wait! What's this? It says that you two were snogging! That's it, I'm calling my aunt. She works for the Prophet, and she can get it retracted. Honestly, how can they print this rubbish?"
"Don't bother, Pansy."
"No!"
VII. POTTER AND MALFOY TO WED!
Sources say the rocky road to wedded bliss couldn't have started rockier than Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. The Saviour of the Wizarding World and the son of a Death Eater began a romantic relationship a little over a year ago, after years of animosity.
Potter had been instrumental in securing Malfoy's acquittal on charges of being a Death Eater himself, and then Potter went on to recommend him for an Order of Merlin.
When told that most think he is far too good for Malfoy, Potter responded with one statement.
"He's the best thing that ever happened to me."
VIII. POTTER AND MALFOY TO WED! Part 2
Two of the wizarding world's most eligible bachelors (Good Boy and Saviour Harry "Heartthrob" Potter, and Bad Boy Draco "Delectable" Malfoy) are now officially out of the running.
That's right, folks. For those witches who held out hope that they would 'switch teams' the Prophet is sorry to say that it won't happen any time soon.
And for those wizards waiting in the wings for the relationship to fizzle away, you can forget it.
That's right. The handsome Hogwarts heroes are getting hitched!
(For more insight into the turbulent relationship that apparently knows no end, see inside pages).
IX. POTTER AND MALFOY TO WED! Part 3
"Harry, they ran the story!" Hermione came running into the kitchen, shaking the paper in front of her. "Actually, they ran several stories."
"You know, it's amazing to me that people care so much about our lives."
"Harry, you do realize that the two of you are incredibly hot? You are the hot hero good boy, and Draco personifies the hot bad boy."
Harry blushed at her compliment, and smiled at her observation about Draco. "But we're both taken! I don't get it!"
"Oh my God, Harry. That makes it even better! The two of you -- together! That's hot!"
X. POTTER AND MALFOY TO WED! Part 4
"Er ... Hermione?"
"What?" she replied, her eyes glassy and distant.
"Um, did you just say that Draco and I together are hot?"
"Oh, dear Lord, yes!" she gushed. "Oh, my. Just picturing your two slender and muscular bodies, glistening with sweat, writhing against each other." Her eyes were half closed, her face was pink, and her breathing was getting ... odd.
*cough* "Hermione ... um, Hermione ... Hermione! Snap out of it!"
"What? Oh ... oh my God, Harry. Um ..." Her face went crimson.
"Hermione? I think it's safe to say you're creeping me out here!"
"Um ... sorry?"
4. The Fundraiser; Challenge: "Fruit"; 14A (three drabbles)
Draco stood listening to the dronings-on of some old money witch, who clearly loved the sound of her own voice.
Maybe Harry had a point - this fundraiser truly was unbelievably tedious. He would much rather be spending this glorious afternoon alone with his boyfriend doing ...
He looked across the garden at said boyfriend, who was standing alone at the buffet table that was covered with fruit. As soon as he caught Draco's eye, Harry removed a banana from the table, waggling his eyebrows.
No. He wouldn't dare! Not in front of all these important people. Apparently he would.
Harry looked around him, satisfied that no one was paying him any mind (after all, these people cared about money - old money - and didn't much care about the Saviour of the Wizarding World).
He began to peel the banana, licking his lips the entire time. Draco felt a familiar surge of heat and a tightening of his trousers, in anticipation.
Harry licked a path up the length of the banana, twirling his tongue over the tip, winking at Draco. That was almost enough to make Draco come, he realized, just as Harry took the tip into his mouth.
Fuck!
The woman was nattering away beside him as Draco watched Harry continue his ministrations with the banana.
"Will you excuse me?" he croaked at the oblivious woman, making his way over to Harry, beads of sweat forming on his brow.
"Home. Now," Draco said as he grabbed Harry by the arm, causing the offending fruit to fall to the ground.
"But, Draco, I'm having soooo much fun," he pouted.
"Fuck you," Draco growled in response.
"I do believe you've got that the wrong way round."
"Whatever. Let's just get home so I can replace that banana with something else."
5. The Tomato Debate; Challenge: "Fruit"; 14A (four drabbles)
"Peaches are my favourite fruit," stated Seamus. "Dean?"
"Tomatoes," announced Dean.
"You can't use a tomato. It's a vegetable."
"No it's not. It's a fruit," Dean insisted.
"It's a vegetable. Here, let's ask Harry."
"Alright. Oi! Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you stop snogging Malfoy long enough to settle an argument?"
Coming up for air, Harry replied, "Just call me arbitrator extraordinaire."
"Would you like a trophy with that printed on it?" Draco asked, rolling his eyes.
"Why yes, as a matter of fact, I think I would," said Harry.
"Can we get back to the matter at hand?"
"Which is?"
"Fruit."
=================
"Right. So what do you need to know then?"
"We were killing time, just naming off our favourite whatevers, and when the topic of fruit came up, I said peaches, and Dean here said tomatoes."
"But tomatoes are vegetables," said Harry.
"Exactly!" exclaimed a triumphant Seamus.
"Actually, Harry -- and Seamus -- a tomato is a fruit," Draco chimed in.
"See? Malfoy agrees with me," said Dean haughtily.
"Well, there's only one thing for it, then," said Seamus, looking around the Common Room. "We need to get Granger. She knows everything."
Draco looked affronted. "I assure you, tomatoes are fruits."
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"Granger!" Seamus screamed up the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory. "Oi! Hermione! We need your help down here!"
"Hermione," Dean said. "We are having a discussion about fruit, and we were wondering if you could clear something up for us."
"Sure, what is it?"
"Is a tomato a fruit or a vegetable?"
"A fruit. It is commonly thought of as a vegetable, but it is, in fact, a fruit. Some people go so far as to call it a vegetable-fruit, I suppose just to mollify the masses, but it's really a fruit. Was that all?"
Draco smirked in triumph.
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"I told you it was a fruit!" squealed Dean with delight.
"Whatever," Seamus said as he stormed off, Dean following, taunting.
"Huh," said Harry curiously. "That changes things."
"Why?" asked Draco.
"Well, my definition of fruit doesn't work with this new information."
"Why not?"
"Well, I always think of fruit as something, in some form, that could be spread over your welcoming body, so I might devour it slowly, playfully, teasingly, driving you mad." Draco's breath hitched. "I just can't see doing that with a tomato."
"Consider it a vegetable. Now let's go get some fruit and have some fun!"
6. The ABCs of Fruit; Challenge: "Fruit"; G - 14A (thirteen drabbles)
A is for Apple
"An apple a day keeps the doctor away. Eat up!" said Harry to a reluctant Draco.
"I'm not a child, Potter. And what's this about keeping a doctor away?"
"A Muggle mediwizard. It means that an apple is so healthy for you that eating one every day will prevent you from getting sick."
"Really?"
"Apparently."
"Does it matter what form it comes in?"
"I suppose it doesn't matter."
Draco went to the cupboard and pulled out a jar of apple sauce. He gave Harry a predatory look. "I have some ideas for this apple sauce. You. In the bedroom. Now."
B is for Blueberry
"Let's go blueberry picking today!" cried Cecilia.
"I think that's a wonderful idea, sweetheart," agreed Harry. "What about you two?"
Draco scrunched his nose as he looked at his husband and daughter, so much alike. "Must we do things the Muggle way? We can purchase blueberries if you want them so much."
Alexa nudged Draco. "C'mon Papa. It won't kill you. Besides, it gives us something to do as a family."
Harry looked pleased with Alexa's comment. She could almost always be counted on to side with Draco.
"Alright then. Blueberry picking it is. But you three shall clean them."
C is for Cherry
"She's my cherry pie. Cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise! Tastes so good, make a grown man cry. Sweet cherry pie!" Harry had on a Warrant CD, and was dancing around the living room, singing into ... a spoon?
Honestly! If this wasn't the limit! It's not enough that he brings Muggle music into their flat, but now he's dancing to it ... oh, my ... well ... Harry had begun swinging his hips deliciously.
Draco came up behind Harry, and wrapped his arms around him, grinding suggestively into Harry's wiggling arse.
Perhaps Muggle music wasn't so bad.
D is for Durian
"I'm not eating that!" cried Alexa. "It stinks!"
"Nu-uh! Not touchin' it! It smells gross Papa!"
"Um ... Draco ... it really does smell disgusting. What is this anyway?"
"It's a durian. It is an exotic fruit that is quite expensive and quite delicious."
"And you have had this before? This isn't some kind of joke, because we talked you into going blueberry picking?"
"I assure you that I would not torture my daughters for any reason. You on the other hand ..." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Oh, alright, let me try it. I'm not a Gryffindor for nothing."
*A/N: A durian is known as "the stinking fruit" and tastes like vanilla.
E is for Eggplant
"There's no way eggplant is a fruit!" cried Seamus. "I'll give you the tomato, but really? Eggplant? It comes as part of the "roasted vegetables" on one of those favourite sandwiches of yours! You can't put fruit in sandwiches, so it has to be a vegetable."
"Ahem ... don't you put tomatoes on sandwiches too?" asked Draco with a smirk. Dean smiled at him.
"That's different! It says right on the menu."
"The logic you use astounds me sometimes, Finnegan. Just because the Muggles make sandwiches does not mean they're right. Feel free to ask Hermione again, if you wish."
* A/N: This is a follow-up to "The Tomato Debate." Thanks to Diana for this suggestion ... even though I don't believe she meant for her comment to result in another drabble.
F is for Fig
“What are those?” Alexa asked, eying the cookie warily.
“These are fig newtons,” Harry answered. “Soft cookies with fig puree inside them.”
“Sounds utterly unappetizing to me,” said Draco, winking at his daughter.
“Fine then. If you two don’t want any, that leaves more for Cecilia and me.”
“Don’t look at ME for support. There are perfectly good chocolate chip cookies in the cupboard.”
“Yes, but these have fruit in them.”
“Exactly,” said Alexa, retrieving the chocolate chip cookies from the cupboard, while Draco got the milk.
“They really are good,” Harry mumbled, looking longingly at the chocolate chip cookies.
G is for Grape
Harry felt ridiculous, and his situation didn’t improve as people kept passing by them as they walked along the beach.
“Feed me grapes,” Draco ordered, stretching his long legs out on the lounge chair, and placing his hands behind his head.
“Is all this necessary?”
“It most certainly is. You owe me, Potter. And I mean to collect. In full. You agreed to anything, I might add, and you know it could have been worse.”
Harry adjusted his grass skirt, put down the palm fan and reached for the bunch of grapes. This was going to be a long day.
H is for Honeydew
Harry watched Draco from across the room. He knew the Slytherin had had a few drinks, but watching him now, he knew that he must have had more than Harry had thought.
Draco was currently eating some honeydew melon. This, in and of itself, wasn’t what caught Harry’s eye. No, Harry was much more interested in the juice that was flowing down Draco’s neck, over the Adam’s apple, which was moving with every swallow. Harry desperately wanted to lick the offending juice from him.
“Oh just go over there already, and stop drooling!” came Seamus’ knowing voice from behind him.
J is for Jam
“Where’s the syrup?” Alexa asked. “I don’t see it in the cupboard.”
“It should be there, sweetheart,” replied Draco. Cecilia looked worried. “Cecilia, did you finish off the last of the syrup?”
“Well, I ... yes.”
“Now we don’t have any syrup for our pancakes,” Harry admonished. Seeing the look of dismay on her face, he provided a solution. “Well, I suppose we could use jam instead.”
“Jam?” Alexa asked. “This is just you wanting us to eat more fruit again, isn’t it?”
Harry laughed. “No sweetheart. Try it. You’ll like it.”
“Mmm,” she replied. “Like two breakfasts in one!”
L is for Lime
“This stuff smells putrid, Potter. What is it again?“ Draco asked, scrunching his nose up in disgust.
“It’s called tequila,” Harry replied. “And we are going to do tequila poppers tonight.”
“And what, pray tell, are tequila poppers?”
“Well, traditionally, one puts salt on his hand, usually on the spot between the thumb and pointer finger, licks it off, swigs back a shot of tequila, and follows it with a wedge of lime.”
“And why would I want to do this?”
“Well, I was thinking of the less traditional method of doing it off each other’s bodies.
“Lead the way.”
M is for Mango
Draco watched as his boyfriend took some mango from the buffet table. He knew that Harry had never tried it before, and was amused at the apprehensive look on his face. Some Gryffindor! Afraid to try a piece of fruit.
He watched as Harry brought the fruit to his mouth, tentatively taking a bite. Draco’s breath hitched as he watched Harry’s eyes close, and a look of ecstasy come over his face. As Harry swallowed slowly, savouring the flavour for as long as he could, Draco couldn’t keep his eyes off him.
When would this ridiculous family gathering be over?
P is for Peach
“I wanna watch James and the Giant Peach!” cried Cecelia.
“Not again!” Alexa whined. “We’ve seen it so many times already.”
Cecilia pouted. “But that’s ‘cause it’s such a good movie. It’s all about James escaping from his horrible aunts, and making lots of new friends, and travelling all the way to New York City inside a giant peach!”
“Yes, we know,” Alexa said. “We’ve seen it, remember?”
Harry and Draco rolled their eyes and smiled at each other.
“Perhaps a different movie tonight,” Draco suggested.
“Okay, how about Charlie and the Chocolate Factory?”
Harry smiled. “I sense a theme.”
W is for Watermelon
As always, a party at Seamus' place had watermelon. The Irishman was always sure to soak it with some type of alcohol.
Harry remembered the first time he partook in said fruit. It was at Hogwarts in seventh year, at an inter-house party to welcome them back.
That was the night he and Draco got together. Seamus and Blaise had planned it all, knowing the two wizards would be drunk on the watermelon, and that they had hidden feelings for each other. They only needed a nudge, which was literally what Draco had got - a nudge into Harry’s lap.
7. Decisions, Decisions; Challenge: "Family holidays"; PG
"Wanna go to Disneyland," said Cecilia.
"Nu-uh," disagreed Alexa. "I don't want to go to some Muggle place. I'd rather go somewhere full of witches and wizards."
Harry looked at Draco, who conveniently had begun staring at a spot on the wall behind Harry.
"Well, I thought we could all go stay at a cabin on a lake. It's like camping, only with all the comforts we know Papa needs."
"I will go anywhere my family goes," Draco said, meeting three stunned looks. "No, really. We bring magic with us, so our surroundings don't matter, as long as we're together."
"C'mon! I know it's here! Why can't I find it?!" Draco watched Harry get progressively more agitated.
"Dammit!" Harry started twitching in his seat. "Shit!" Now he was standing up, looking ready to kill. "What the fuck?!" he screamed.
Draco had had enough. This was ridiculous. Harry hadn't spoken to him for hours.
"Harry, what's wrong?"
Harry turned on him, looking as though he could kill him with his stare. "It's this bloody game! I know there's an Easter egg at this level, but I can't find it!"
Rolling his eyes, Draco left him to his stupid Muggle video game.
2. Easter Firsts; Challenge: "Easter Eggs"; PG-13 (two drabbles)
"What are you on about now, Harry?"
"We're hiding Easter eggs all over the house, so the children can hunt for them before supper."
" ... "
"What? You've never heard of an Easter egg hunt? You know, the Easter Bunny hides chocolates all over the place, and the children go searching for them."
"No, I haven't. Don't tell me you did that as a boy!"
"With my family? Hardly. But Dudley and the other children at school loved it."
Draco could tell that this was going to be just as much fun for Harry as for the children.
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"I still can't believe you wouldn't have done this as a child, what with how much you love chocolate!"
"Honestly, Harry, why would I do such a thing?"
"For the chocolate?" Harry ventured.
"Yes, well, I could just get chocolate, couldn't I?"
"But searching is fun."
"Really, Potter. You do remember whom you are addressing? Can you truly picture me rooting around trying to sniff out chocolates, when we had perfectly capable house-elves around that I could get to do it?"
"Then it'll be a first for both of us!"
Draco smirked at Harry. "And no Accio!" The smirk died.
3. Headlines; Challenge: "Sunday Papers"; PG-13 (ten drabbles)
I. THE BOY WHO LIVED TO BE GAY!
"Honestly, who cares?" Harry asked.
"Who cares about what?" Hermione replied.
"What difference does it make to the rest of the world if I'm gay?"
"Well, I'm sure the sound we're hearing is the collective crushing of witches' hearts breaking all over England right now."
"Very funny, Hermione. I just wonder. Will the press ever go away and leave me alone?"
"Not likely. I should think you'd be used to it by now, though."
"Not that anyone cares, really, but hey - at least they got the facts right for a change."
II. THE BOY WHO LIVED TO BE GAY!
"Well, well, well. Isn't this interesting?" Draco said, as he took a sip of his tea, looking at the front page of the Daily Prophet.
"Isn't what interesting?" Pansy asked.
"Harry Potter. Did you know that he's gay?"
"He's what?"
"Gay. It says so right here on the front page of the Prophet."
"Isn't that the same paper that wrote all those lies about Potter years ago?"
"Point taken. Oh well, too bad."
"What was that?"
"Oh nothing."
Who knows? Draco thought to himself. Maybe the papers are right for a change.
III. MALFOY TO RECEIVE ORDER OF MERLIN!
"I don't believe this! The ferret is getting the Order of Merlin."
"I know."
"What do you mean, you know? I just got the paper."
"I knew before."
"How did you know? And why didn't you tell me?"
"I knew, because I recommended him for it. And I didn't tell you, because I knew this was how you'd react."
"You what?!"
"You heard me, Ron. I recommended him for the Order of Merlin. He deserves it. He sacrificed a lot during the war, and he deserves to be rewarded."
"I don't believe it!"
"Believe it. It's in the Sunday Paper."
IV. MALFOY TO RECEIVE ORDER OF MERLIN!
"Did you see the paper this morning? Is this true? Are you getting the Order of Merlin?"
"Yes, yes, and yes."
"So why didn't you tell me? How long have you known? This is huge, Draco! I'm so proud of you!" Pansy tackled him, and pulled him into a decidedly ungraceful hug.
"I didn't tell you because I knew you would gush."
"I'm not gushing!"
"Yes you are. I've known about it for a few weeks. And yes, this is big. I hope it will go a long way to restoring the Malfoy name as one to be proud of."
V. SAVIOUR AND DEATH EATER TOGETHER?
"Oh, for the love of Merlin! Would you look at this, Harry?"
"What's up, Hermione?"
"It's a picture of you and Malfoy talking, but the article suggests all sorts of things. Honestly, don't they ever verify their information before printing it?"
"Well, actually ..."
"I mean, look here. It says 'a source close to Mr. Potter said that he's been quite smitten with the blonde for some time now.' And another says that you two were seen snogging. Really!"
"Well, actually, that last bit is true," Harry said, with a sheepish grin on his face.
"Harry, you didn't!"
"I did."
VI. SAVIOUR AND DEATH EATER TOGETHER?
"Oh, for the love of Merlin! Look at this!"
"Look at what, Pansy?"
"It's a picture of you and Potter on the front page, looking like you're getting along, taken last night at the ceremony. Hey ... look at this part. Apparently Potter has been after you for a while. You'd better watch out."
Draco just rolled his eyes at his friend.
"Wait! What's this? It says that you two were snogging! That's it, I'm calling my aunt. She works for the Prophet, and she can get it retracted. Honestly, how can they print this rubbish?"
"Don't bother, Pansy."
"No!"
VII. POTTER AND MALFOY TO WED!
Sources say the rocky road to wedded bliss couldn't have started rockier than Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. The Saviour of the Wizarding World and the son of a Death Eater began a romantic relationship a little over a year ago, after years of animosity.
Potter had been instrumental in securing Malfoy's acquittal on charges of being a Death Eater himself, and then Potter went on to recommend him for an Order of Merlin.
When told that most think he is far too good for Malfoy, Potter responded with one statement.
"He's the best thing that ever happened to me."
VIII. POTTER AND MALFOY TO WED! Part 2
Two of the wizarding world's most eligible bachelors (Good Boy and Saviour Harry "Heartthrob" Potter, and Bad Boy Draco "Delectable" Malfoy) are now officially out of the running.
That's right, folks. For those witches who held out hope that they would 'switch teams' the Prophet is sorry to say that it won't happen any time soon.
And for those wizards waiting in the wings for the relationship to fizzle away, you can forget it.
That's right. The handsome Hogwarts heroes are getting hitched!
(For more insight into the turbulent relationship that apparently knows no end, see inside pages).
IX. POTTER AND MALFOY TO WED! Part 3
"Harry, they ran the story!" Hermione came running into the kitchen, shaking the paper in front of her. "Actually, they ran several stories."
"You know, it's amazing to me that people care so much about our lives."
"Harry, you do realize that the two of you are incredibly hot? You are the hot hero good boy, and Draco personifies the hot bad boy."
Harry blushed at her compliment, and smiled at her observation about Draco. "But we're both taken! I don't get it!"
"Oh my God, Harry. That makes it even better! The two of you -- together! That's hot!"
X. POTTER AND MALFOY TO WED! Part 4
"Er ... Hermione?"
"What?" she replied, her eyes glassy and distant.
"Um, did you just say that Draco and I together are hot?"
"Oh, dear Lord, yes!" she gushed. "Oh, my. Just picturing your two slender and muscular bodies, glistening with sweat, writhing against each other." Her eyes were half closed, her face was pink, and her breathing was getting ... odd.
*cough* "Hermione ... um, Hermione ... Hermione! Snap out of it!"
"What? Oh ... oh my God, Harry. Um ..." Her face went crimson.
"Hermione? I think it's safe to say you're creeping me out here!"
"Um ... sorry?"
4. The Fundraiser; Challenge: "Fruit"; 14A (three drabbles)
Draco stood listening to the dronings-on of some old money witch, who clearly loved the sound of her own voice.
Maybe Harry had a point - this fundraiser truly was unbelievably tedious. He would much rather be spending this glorious afternoon alone with his boyfriend doing ...
He looked across the garden at said boyfriend, who was standing alone at the buffet table that was covered with fruit. As soon as he caught Draco's eye, Harry removed a banana from the table, waggling his eyebrows.
No. He wouldn't dare! Not in front of all these important people. Apparently he would.
Harry looked around him, satisfied that no one was paying him any mind (after all, these people cared about money - old money - and didn't much care about the Saviour of the Wizarding World).
He began to peel the banana, licking his lips the entire time. Draco felt a familiar surge of heat and a tightening of his trousers, in anticipation.
Harry licked a path up the length of the banana, twirling his tongue over the tip, winking at Draco. That was almost enough to make Draco come, he realized, just as Harry took the tip into his mouth.
Fuck!
The woman was nattering away beside him as Draco watched Harry continue his ministrations with the banana.
"Will you excuse me?" he croaked at the oblivious woman, making his way over to Harry, beads of sweat forming on his brow.
"Home. Now," Draco said as he grabbed Harry by the arm, causing the offending fruit to fall to the ground.
"But, Draco, I'm having soooo much fun," he pouted.
"Fuck you," Draco growled in response.
"I do believe you've got that the wrong way round."
"Whatever. Let's just get home so I can replace that banana with something else."
5. The Tomato Debate; Challenge: "Fruit"; 14A (four drabbles)
"Peaches are my favourite fruit," stated Seamus. "Dean?"
"Tomatoes," announced Dean.
"You can't use a tomato. It's a vegetable."
"No it's not. It's a fruit," Dean insisted.
"It's a vegetable. Here, let's ask Harry."
"Alright. Oi! Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you stop snogging Malfoy long enough to settle an argument?"
Coming up for air, Harry replied, "Just call me arbitrator extraordinaire."
"Would you like a trophy with that printed on it?" Draco asked, rolling his eyes.
"Why yes, as a matter of fact, I think I would," said Harry.
"Can we get back to the matter at hand?"
"Which is?"
"Fruit."
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"Right. So what do you need to know then?"
"We were killing time, just naming off our favourite whatevers, and when the topic of fruit came up, I said peaches, and Dean here said tomatoes."
"But tomatoes are vegetables," said Harry.
"Exactly!" exclaimed a triumphant Seamus.
"Actually, Harry -- and Seamus -- a tomato is a fruit," Draco chimed in.
"See? Malfoy agrees with me," said Dean haughtily.
"Well, there's only one thing for it, then," said Seamus, looking around the Common Room. "We need to get Granger. She knows everything."
Draco looked affronted. "I assure you, tomatoes are fruits."
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"Granger!" Seamus screamed up the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory. "Oi! Hermione! We need your help down here!"
"Hermione," Dean said. "We are having a discussion about fruit, and we were wondering if you could clear something up for us."
"Sure, what is it?"
"Is a tomato a fruit or a vegetable?"
"A fruit. It is commonly thought of as a vegetable, but it is, in fact, a fruit. Some people go so far as to call it a vegetable-fruit, I suppose just to mollify the masses, but it's really a fruit. Was that all?"
Draco smirked in triumph.
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"I told you it was a fruit!" squealed Dean with delight.
"Whatever," Seamus said as he stormed off, Dean following, taunting.
"Huh," said Harry curiously. "That changes things."
"Why?" asked Draco.
"Well, my definition of fruit doesn't work with this new information."
"Why not?"
"Well, I always think of fruit as something, in some form, that could be spread over your welcoming body, so I might devour it slowly, playfully, teasingly, driving you mad." Draco's breath hitched. "I just can't see doing that with a tomato."
"Consider it a vegetable. Now let's go get some fruit and have some fun!"
6. The ABCs of Fruit; Challenge: "Fruit"; G - 14A (thirteen drabbles)
A is for Apple
"An apple a day keeps the doctor away. Eat up!" said Harry to a reluctant Draco.
"I'm not a child, Potter. And what's this about keeping a doctor away?"
"A Muggle mediwizard. It means that an apple is so healthy for you that eating one every day will prevent you from getting sick."
"Really?"
"Apparently."
"Does it matter what form it comes in?"
"I suppose it doesn't matter."
Draco went to the cupboard and pulled out a jar of apple sauce. He gave Harry a predatory look. "I have some ideas for this apple sauce. You. In the bedroom. Now."
B is for Blueberry
"Let's go blueberry picking today!" cried Cecilia.
"I think that's a wonderful idea, sweetheart," agreed Harry. "What about you two?"
Draco scrunched his nose as he looked at his husband and daughter, so much alike. "Must we do things the Muggle way? We can purchase blueberries if you want them so much."
Alexa nudged Draco. "C'mon Papa. It won't kill you. Besides, it gives us something to do as a family."
Harry looked pleased with Alexa's comment. She could almost always be counted on to side with Draco.
"Alright then. Blueberry picking it is. But you three shall clean them."
C is for Cherry
"She's my cherry pie. Cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise! Tastes so good, make a grown man cry. Sweet cherry pie!" Harry had on a Warrant CD, and was dancing around the living room, singing into ... a spoon?
Honestly! If this wasn't the limit! It's not enough that he brings Muggle music into their flat, but now he's dancing to it ... oh, my ... well ... Harry had begun swinging his hips deliciously.
Draco came up behind Harry, and wrapped his arms around him, grinding suggestively into Harry's wiggling arse.
Perhaps Muggle music wasn't so bad.
D is for Durian
"I'm not eating that!" cried Alexa. "It stinks!"
"Nu-uh! Not touchin' it! It smells gross Papa!"
"Um ... Draco ... it really does smell disgusting. What is this anyway?"
"It's a durian. It is an exotic fruit that is quite expensive and quite delicious."
"And you have had this before? This isn't some kind of joke, because we talked you into going blueberry picking?"
"I assure you that I would not torture my daughters for any reason. You on the other hand ..." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Oh, alright, let me try it. I'm not a Gryffindor for nothing."
*A/N: A durian is known as "the stinking fruit" and tastes like vanilla.
E is for Eggplant
"There's no way eggplant is a fruit!" cried Seamus. "I'll give you the tomato, but really? Eggplant? It comes as part of the "roasted vegetables" on one of those favourite sandwiches of yours! You can't put fruit in sandwiches, so it has to be a vegetable."
"Ahem ... don't you put tomatoes on sandwiches too?" asked Draco with a smirk. Dean smiled at him.
"That's different! It says right on the menu."
"The logic you use astounds me sometimes, Finnegan. Just because the Muggles make sandwiches does not mean they're right. Feel free to ask Hermione again, if you wish."
* A/N: This is a follow-up to "The Tomato Debate." Thanks to Diana for this suggestion ... even though I don't believe she meant for her comment to result in another drabble.
F is for Fig
“What are those?” Alexa asked, eying the cookie warily.
“These are fig newtons,” Harry answered. “Soft cookies with fig puree inside them.”
“Sounds utterly unappetizing to me,” said Draco, winking at his daughter.
“Fine then. If you two don’t want any, that leaves more for Cecilia and me.”
“Don’t look at ME for support. There are perfectly good chocolate chip cookies in the cupboard.”
“Yes, but these have fruit in them.”
“Exactly,” said Alexa, retrieving the chocolate chip cookies from the cupboard, while Draco got the milk.
“They really are good,” Harry mumbled, looking longingly at the chocolate chip cookies.
G is for Grape
Harry felt ridiculous, and his situation didn’t improve as people kept passing by them as they walked along the beach.
“Feed me grapes,” Draco ordered, stretching his long legs out on the lounge chair, and placing his hands behind his head.
“Is all this necessary?”
“It most certainly is. You owe me, Potter. And I mean to collect. In full. You agreed to anything, I might add, and you know it could have been worse.”
Harry adjusted his grass skirt, put down the palm fan and reached for the bunch of grapes. This was going to be a long day.
H is for Honeydew
Harry watched Draco from across the room. He knew the Slytherin had had a few drinks, but watching him now, he knew that he must have had more than Harry had thought.
Draco was currently eating some honeydew melon. This, in and of itself, wasn’t what caught Harry’s eye. No, Harry was much more interested in the juice that was flowing down Draco’s neck, over the Adam’s apple, which was moving with every swallow. Harry desperately wanted to lick the offending juice from him.
“Oh just go over there already, and stop drooling!” came Seamus’ knowing voice from behind him.
J is for Jam
“Where’s the syrup?” Alexa asked. “I don’t see it in the cupboard.”
“It should be there, sweetheart,” replied Draco. Cecilia looked worried. “Cecilia, did you finish off the last of the syrup?”
“Well, I ... yes.”
“Now we don’t have any syrup for our pancakes,” Harry admonished. Seeing the look of dismay on her face, he provided a solution. “Well, I suppose we could use jam instead.”
“Jam?” Alexa asked. “This is just you wanting us to eat more fruit again, isn’t it?”
Harry laughed. “No sweetheart. Try it. You’ll like it.”
“Mmm,” she replied. “Like two breakfasts in one!”
L is for Lime
“This stuff smells putrid, Potter. What is it again?“ Draco asked, scrunching his nose up in disgust.
“It’s called tequila,” Harry replied. “And we are going to do tequila poppers tonight.”
“And what, pray tell, are tequila poppers?”
“Well, traditionally, one puts salt on his hand, usually on the spot between the thumb and pointer finger, licks it off, swigs back a shot of tequila, and follows it with a wedge of lime.”
“And why would I want to do this?”
“Well, I was thinking of the less traditional method of doing it off each other’s bodies.
“Lead the way.”
M is for Mango
Draco watched as his boyfriend took some mango from the buffet table. He knew that Harry had never tried it before, and was amused at the apprehensive look on his face. Some Gryffindor! Afraid to try a piece of fruit.
He watched as Harry brought the fruit to his mouth, tentatively taking a bite. Draco’s breath hitched as he watched Harry’s eyes close, and a look of ecstasy come over his face. As Harry swallowed slowly, savouring the flavour for as long as he could, Draco couldn’t keep his eyes off him.
When would this ridiculous family gathering be over?
P is for Peach
“I wanna watch James and the Giant Peach!” cried Cecelia.
“Not again!” Alexa whined. “We’ve seen it so many times already.”
Cecilia pouted. “But that’s ‘cause it’s such a good movie. It’s all about James escaping from his horrible aunts, and making lots of new friends, and travelling all the way to New York City inside a giant peach!”
“Yes, we know,” Alexa said. “We’ve seen it, remember?”
Harry and Draco rolled their eyes and smiled at each other.
“Perhaps a different movie tonight,” Draco suggested.
“Okay, how about Charlie and the Chocolate Factory?”
Harry smiled. “I sense a theme.”
W is for Watermelon
As always, a party at Seamus' place had watermelon. The Irishman was always sure to soak it with some type of alcohol.
Harry remembered the first time he partook in said fruit. It was at Hogwarts in seventh year, at an inter-house party to welcome them back.
That was the night he and Draco got together. Seamus and Blaise had planned it all, knowing the two wizards would be drunk on the watermelon, and that they had hidden feelings for each other. They only needed a nudge, which was literally what Draco had got - a nudge into Harry’s lap.
7. Decisions, Decisions; Challenge: "Family holidays"; PG
"Wanna go to Disneyland," said Cecilia.
"Nu-uh," disagreed Alexa. "I don't want to go to some Muggle place. I'd rather go somewhere full of witches and wizards."
Harry looked at Draco, who conveniently had begun staring at a spot on the wall behind Harry.
"Well, I thought we could all go stay at a cabin on a lake. It's like camping, only with all the comforts we know Papa needs."
"I will go anywhere my family goes," Draco said, meeting three stunned looks. "No, really. We bring magic with us, so our surroundings don't matter, as long as we're together."
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Date: 2007-05-04 01:56 pm (UTC)Bwahaha!!!! Great explanation for why we all adore reading H/D so much!
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Date: 2007-05-05 03:29 am (UTC)