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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,607
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I own none of the characters you recognise; they are the legal property of JK Rowling and Warner Bros. I am making no profit from writing this story. I only own any characters you do not recognise from the Harry Potter fandom.
Chapter One
Title: Issues
Author: Black Padfoot
Summary: In which trust becomes an issue and the path to working it out may not be filled with candy and copious amount of sex. H/D, oral, anal, HJ, angst, violence, established relationship post-Hogwarts
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters you recognise; they are the legal property of JK Rowling and Warner Bros. I’m just playing with them… I do however own the characters you don’t recognise…
~~~ CHAPTER ONE: ~~~
“Mmm… morning babe…” whispered Harry, peppering Draco’s soft neck and shoulder with kisses.
All he received for his trouble was a solitary grunt from his boyfriend of nearly three years.
“Draco,” murmured Harry, “you have to get up now… I thought you said you had a meeting you had to attend at eight…”
“Unngh… whassa’ time now?” mumbled Draco, still clearly half asleep and trying to stay that way.
“7:30am”
“…”
‘Wait for it,’ thought Harry, ‘5…4…3…2..’
“WHAT?!?!”
“It’s 7:30am,” repeated Harry unhelpfully, “You have to be at work at eight…”
“Harry!” screeched Draco, now flinging the covers hurriedly off and tumbling rather inelegantly off the bed, “Why the bleeding fuck did you not wake me up before now you imbecile?! Clearly you were awake!”
Harry, now reclining on his back propped up by the multitude of pillows on their bed, simple shrugged.
“I like watching you when you’re still asleep… you’re so cute…”
Draco, still in the process of rushing around trying to find some clothes to wear and attempting to simultaneously brush his hair and teeth, stopped and stared at his clearly deranged boyfriend.
“… Harry… never call me cute again if you value your sex life! I am suave, sophisticated, debonair and definitely gorgeous but never cute!” he spat disgustedly, as if the very word had left a nasty flavour in his mouth.
Harry simply smiled amusedly to himself, not quite stupid enough to argue the point but not quite agreeing with Draco either, especially given that Draco still had only one half of his pants on and a comb hanging from his hair.
“Want me to make you some breakfast, babe?” asked Harry, stretching luxuriously in their large bed.
“Can’t. No time. Can’t all start work at ten. Thanks though,” called Draco distractedly from the bathroom.
“Ok, but don’t forget to grab something to eat later…! Don’t make me come down there just to feed you! You know I damn well will! We can’t have you fainting all the time now, can we?”
“Yes, mum… Merlin, Harry, you make it sound like I forget and faint all the time! It was just once… and it wasn’t entirely because I had forgotten to eat something either, as you will recall… Weaselby just had to decide to pop by my office with a bloody great banana in his hands! I refuse to believe for even one second that he did it by accident! Moron.”
Harry, who by now was well aware of Draco’s absolutely bizarre phobia of all things fruit related, simply shook his head, even as he was aware that Draco probably wouldn’t even see it from the bathroom anyway. He still giggled to himself at the memory of discovering said bizarre phobia.
They had been in their last year at Hogwarts and fighting as much as ever before, if not slightly more violently. It was unclear just which one of them had started the ‘Incident’ as Draco now referred to it, but they were both rolling around in the grass kicking and punching one another as hard as they could when suddenly Draco, pinned under Harry’s weight, went deadly still, his eyes wide as he looked up at Harry.
Harry, bewildered by the sudden change in his nemesis, stopped trying to hit him and stared back down at him.
“… Potter…” began Draco, eerily quiet, “what did you just have for lunch…?”
Harry blinked. Then he blinked again, certain he had just imagined that question.
“… er… what…?”
“I said… what the fuck did you just have for lunch…?!” replied Draco, now clearly breathing heavier as his panic started to set in.
“Um… Okay then… I had shepherd’s pie…why?” replied Harry suspiciously
“… and after that?! What did you eat after that?!”
“… fruit salad… again, why?!”
At this, instead of answering what Harry thought to be a perfectly reasonable question given the circumstances, Draco simply let out an ear-piercing shriek (which he would later refer to as a manly yell) and kicked Harry swiftly in the balls before tearing off into the castle screaming bloody murder.
Harry, who had been rolling around in the ground in agony with tears in his eyes, didn’t hear until much later that Draco, freaked out by the thought of the fruit salad Harry had eaten for lunch, had not only had three showers (all in different bathrooms for some reason), but had cast at least eighteen Scourgify charms on various parts of his body within the space of two hours. The result: a highly disgruntled blond who looked like he’d been scrubbed raw (and quite probably had been too) and who didn’t even as much as glance at Harry for a week.
“Ok, bye Harry! Love you!” said Draco, now fully dressed for work as he hurriedly gave Harry a peck on the lips and dashed downstairs to the floo.
“Wait, Draco! Don’t forget, we have Charlie’s party to go to tonight! No working late again!” called Harry
“What party?!” called Draco, clearly flustered
“Hmm… let’s see… his birthday party… his 30th birthday party… you know, the one Molly and Hermione have been planning for ages and the one you picked out a birthday present for!” replied Harry somewhat sarcastically, now finally making his way down the stairs.
“… fuck!”
“Draco!”
“Okay, okay, I’ll be there… bloody hell…” grumbled Draco before he disappeared into the floo.
~~~
A/N: Okay, so just to clarify, I did not make up Draco’s ‘bizarre phobia’… I just decided that he can share a phobia with me! I mean its so cliché to have a deadly phobia of needles and spiders… So, I figured, since Draco can be somewhat odd… why not give him a somewhat odd (but perfectly reasonable, thank you very much!) phobia too…! =D And, for the record, his reaction to Harry was something I’ve actually done to a friend who honestly didn’t realise they were actually backing me into a corner while holding fruit… phenomenally bad idea, that…
Also, in case anyone’s wondering about the timeline for this fic, Harry and Draco are currently 21 years old in this story and have been together for nearly three years… I reckon they would have been around 17 leaving Hogwarts, so they got together when they were 19… I found out through the wonders of Google that Charlie Weasley is 9 years older than them, hence the 30th birthday party… If you find a mistake with that somewhere… just pretend you didn’t… nah, I’m kidding! Email me and I’ll try to fix it!
Author: Black Padfoot
Summary: In which trust becomes an issue and the path to working it out may not be filled with candy and copious amount of sex. H/D, oral, anal, HJ, angst, violence, established relationship post-Hogwarts
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters you recognise; they are the legal property of JK Rowling and Warner Bros. I’m just playing with them… I do however own the characters you don’t recognise…
~~~ CHAPTER ONE: ~~~
“Mmm… morning babe…” whispered Harry, peppering Draco’s soft neck and shoulder with kisses.
All he received for his trouble was a solitary grunt from his boyfriend of nearly three years.
“Draco,” murmured Harry, “you have to get up now… I thought you said you had a meeting you had to attend at eight…”
“Unngh… whassa’ time now?” mumbled Draco, still clearly half asleep and trying to stay that way.
“7:30am”
“…”
‘Wait for it,’ thought Harry, ‘5…4…3…2..’
“WHAT?!?!”
“It’s 7:30am,” repeated Harry unhelpfully, “You have to be at work at eight…”
“Harry!” screeched Draco, now flinging the covers hurriedly off and tumbling rather inelegantly off the bed, “Why the bleeding fuck did you not wake me up before now you imbecile?! Clearly you were awake!”
Harry, now reclining on his back propped up by the multitude of pillows on their bed, simple shrugged.
“I like watching you when you’re still asleep… you’re so cute…”
Draco, still in the process of rushing around trying to find some clothes to wear and attempting to simultaneously brush his hair and teeth, stopped and stared at his clearly deranged boyfriend.
“… Harry… never call me cute again if you value your sex life! I am suave, sophisticated, debonair and definitely gorgeous but never cute!” he spat disgustedly, as if the very word had left a nasty flavour in his mouth.
Harry simply smiled amusedly to himself, not quite stupid enough to argue the point but not quite agreeing with Draco either, especially given that Draco still had only one half of his pants on and a comb hanging from his hair.
“Want me to make you some breakfast, babe?” asked Harry, stretching luxuriously in their large bed.
“Can’t. No time. Can’t all start work at ten. Thanks though,” called Draco distractedly from the bathroom.
“Ok, but don’t forget to grab something to eat later…! Don’t make me come down there just to feed you! You know I damn well will! We can’t have you fainting all the time now, can we?”
“Yes, mum… Merlin, Harry, you make it sound like I forget and faint all the time! It was just once… and it wasn’t entirely because I had forgotten to eat something either, as you will recall… Weaselby just had to decide to pop by my office with a bloody great banana in his hands! I refuse to believe for even one second that he did it by accident! Moron.”
Harry, who by now was well aware of Draco’s absolutely bizarre phobia of all things fruit related, simply shook his head, even as he was aware that Draco probably wouldn’t even see it from the bathroom anyway. He still giggled to himself at the memory of discovering said bizarre phobia.
They had been in their last year at Hogwarts and fighting as much as ever before, if not slightly more violently. It was unclear just which one of them had started the ‘Incident’ as Draco now referred to it, but they were both rolling around in the grass kicking and punching one another as hard as they could when suddenly Draco, pinned under Harry’s weight, went deadly still, his eyes wide as he looked up at Harry.
Harry, bewildered by the sudden change in his nemesis, stopped trying to hit him and stared back down at him.
“… Potter…” began Draco, eerily quiet, “what did you just have for lunch…?”
Harry blinked. Then he blinked again, certain he had just imagined that question.
“… er… what…?”
“I said… what the fuck did you just have for lunch…?!” replied Draco, now clearly breathing heavier as his panic started to set in.
“Um… Okay then… I had shepherd’s pie…why?” replied Harry suspiciously
“… and after that?! What did you eat after that?!”
“… fruit salad… again, why?!”
At this, instead of answering what Harry thought to be a perfectly reasonable question given the circumstances, Draco simply let out an ear-piercing shriek (which he would later refer to as a manly yell) and kicked Harry swiftly in the balls before tearing off into the castle screaming bloody murder.
Harry, who had been rolling around in the ground in agony with tears in his eyes, didn’t hear until much later that Draco, freaked out by the thought of the fruit salad Harry had eaten for lunch, had not only had three showers (all in different bathrooms for some reason), but had cast at least eighteen Scourgify charms on various parts of his body within the space of two hours. The result: a highly disgruntled blond who looked like he’d been scrubbed raw (and quite probably had been too) and who didn’t even as much as glance at Harry for a week.
“Ok, bye Harry! Love you!” said Draco, now fully dressed for work as he hurriedly gave Harry a peck on the lips and dashed downstairs to the floo.
“Wait, Draco! Don’t forget, we have Charlie’s party to go to tonight! No working late again!” called Harry
“What party?!” called Draco, clearly flustered
“Hmm… let’s see… his birthday party… his 30th birthday party… you know, the one Molly and Hermione have been planning for ages and the one you picked out a birthday present for!” replied Harry somewhat sarcastically, now finally making his way down the stairs.
“… fuck!”
“Draco!”
“Okay, okay, I’ll be there… bloody hell…” grumbled Draco before he disappeared into the floo.
~~~
A/N: Okay, so just to clarify, I did not make up Draco’s ‘bizarre phobia’… I just decided that he can share a phobia with me! I mean its so cliché to have a deadly phobia of needles and spiders… So, I figured, since Draco can be somewhat odd… why not give him a somewhat odd (but perfectly reasonable, thank you very much!) phobia too…! =D And, for the record, his reaction to Harry was something I’ve actually done to a friend who honestly didn’t realise they were actually backing me into a corner while holding fruit… phenomenally bad idea, that…
Also, in case anyone’s wondering about the timeline for this fic, Harry and Draco are currently 21 years old in this story and have been together for nearly three years… I reckon they would have been around 17 leaving Hogwarts, so they got together when they were 19… I found out through the wonders of Google that Charlie Weasley is 9 years older than them, hence the 30th birthday party… If you find a mistake with that somewhere… just pretend you didn’t… nah, I’m kidding! Email me and I’ll try to fix it!