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11
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43
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Chapter Nine
A warm breeze is blowing through the curtains. It tousles my hair, and pulls me from the state of unconsciousness that I’m currently in. I see a pair of brilliant sparkly orbs looking at me, and am greeted with a soft “Hi.”
“Morning, scene boy.” I reply and am promptly attacked with a pillow. Harry is straddling my waist and ‘smothering’ me for my comment, honestly, if he’s going to dress and act emo, he should expect the observational commentary. Silly twat.
He decides I’ve been punished enough and dives at my face, pressing fluffy noiseless feather like kisses all over my mug. I try to make our lips meet, but he swiftly moves away so that he’s still in control. When he’s sure he’s covered my entire visage, he then decides that my mouth is crying out for attention, and promptly places a wet sloppy open mouth kiss that would make the big screen melt. And that’s when I realize the complete love I give to this man every single day of my life.
We decide to roll out of bed for some breakfast and then some painting for Harry and computer surfing/writing for me. Harry makes toast and coffee while I slice some fruit. We eat, my Gryffindor situated in my lap since he claims that his chair isn’t snuggly enough. I demand to be fed, and end up with crumbs all down the inside of my sweatshirt. We clean up and head upstairs.
Harry mixes up his pallet and starts to dabble away at his canvas. I check my email, and am intrigued to see on labeled ‘Improve your sex life in 15 minutes!!! ;O’. I hate spam. If I wanted to know 47 billion new ways to please my man, I’d buy a sex mag, not wait until something shows up in my inbox thank you very much!
I forward a few jokes I received and set to work on that damned new song that started to enter my mind just before I fell asleep. What was the damned opening line again?
Something about missing quite terribly, and being brave in arms, and…I’m not sure what else.
I can’t concentrate. I need to get out and get some fresh air, the sunbeams are calling me to go outside and let my skin crisp. I slam my laptop shut to a spooked wide eyed Harry. I grab his wrist and pull him down stairs and out the back door where I promptly pull off our shirts and flop down in the grass; Harry following simply because I’m still hanging onto his wrist.
“Draco, sweetie, what are we doing?” the Gryffindor’s shy side showing.
“We’re soaking up some sun.” I reply like it’s the obvious answer.
“Yes, I realize that, but I have work to do. Can you give me about an hour to finish what I was doing and then we’ll frolic out here?”
“Fine…” I huff and flop over onto my stomach. The cool grass tickles my skin.
Harry gets up and walks back inside. I look around at the gardens that need a bit of tending, as they’ve been neglected the past few weeks. I decide to weed them, starting near the house and working my way past the fountain in the bend, to the other end of the ‘L’ flower bed.
I finish the weeding, wiping the sweat from my forehead, I grab the rake and large rubbish bin from the garage and gather the remnants. I drag the collected greens to the fire pit and dump them in to let them dry out for fire starters later.
I walk back to the house and into the kitchen for a cold drink. I hear the galumphing of Harry coming down the stairs as I gulp the orange juice right from the almost empty carton. The tanned shirtless wonder of a man I adore is standing in front of me now, and has caught me red lipped as it be.
“Draco! EW! You know how gross that is!” he scolds.
“Harrykins, it’s empty anyways, you know I fear your wrath too much to do that any other time.” I save my ass and move in for a hug, wrapping my arms around his waist, and pulling him up to face level, so his feet are off the floor. I brush my slightly sticky cheek against his smooth, cool one. The best things aren’t things at all. I put my lips to his, not kissing, just touching.
I pull back, and twirl around. I put Harry back down. “What would you like to do this afternoon?”
“Well since you just did all the weeding, I think a swim would be nice, want to head down to the river?”
“Okay!” I hop up and down, turn around and run out the door flailing my arms as I screech towards the paddock, receiving a playful whiney from Mars as I approach, Apollo giving a disgusted snort.
Harry shakes his head as he walks through the back yard as I bring the horses in to the barn to get tacked. We decide that it’s too sticky for saddles, and that we’ll ride bareback, just bridles and bits.
We meander down to the lazy river. Although it’s now the beginning of June, and the humidity makes everything almost unbearably hot, the water is still a tad chilly.
I tie Apollo and Mars to the post, remove my shoes and pants, joining the now boxer clad Harry on the bank. He’s standing ankle deep, trying to get used to the temperature. I run by him splashing the whole way, trying to get him as wet as I can.
I dive in as I get waist deep and when I emerge into the sunshine I see a quite displeased sopping wet brunet tapping his foot, arms crossed glaring at me.
I smirk. “What? It’s not like you weren’t going to get wet anyways.” It was true.
“No, but I was going to do one of these!” he starts off scowling, but belly flops/dives at me, sending a tidal wave three feet into the air.
I feel a tug on my boxers, and they’re gone. He reemerges about 15 feet away.
“Harry! I might need those!”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to have to get out of this river naked!”
“But that would be fun! I want to see you try and ride home without underwear!”
“But…fine. I’ll just have to come get them myself.”
He swims to shore and runs the 25 feet to the hitching post.
“WHAT YOU WAITING FOR?” he yells to me while putting on his shoes.
I take a good look around to make sure that no one else is there, and I make a mad dash to where my Gryffindork has my soggy pants hanging off his index finger. I grab them as I run past behind the huge willow tree that we swing off of sometimes. I can hear Harry howling in laughter from where I am as I slide my shorts back on. I walk back around the trunk and move over to my lover with arms thrown wide. His laughter dries up as he realizes that he’s about to get thrown in. I grab him, run over to the bank, swing him and give a good heave. I jump in after him and promptly pull him into my arms.
“DRACO! I had my shoes on!” Harry yells, and playfully bats at my chest as we swirl around, creating a small cyclone.
“That’s not my fault. Pay back for stealing my shorts.” I press my lips to his.
“You’re such a prat.”
“Am not!”
“Well then just admit that you’d like to shag me senselessly.”
“Yes…you’re right.” He sighs and rests his head on my shoulder as we twirl aimlessly in the water. “There’s no place I’d rather be then here, in your arms.”
I kiss the top of his head, breathing in the scent of his soggy hair. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Draco.”
“Wanna head back?”
“Sure.”
We climb out of the river, Harry stopping to dump some of the excess water from his trainers, pull on our pants and climb onto a pair of horses that are displeased for getting so wet. That’s when it hits me, that I could be brave in his arms…
***
A/N: This is a tad crack ficish, but I think it's a funny chapter. Only two more to go! Leave me a review to soften the hurt I feel from the sunburn I got camping all long weekend...You know the little grey box beneath this? That would make my day. And to my loyal reviewers I have a surprise next update! (I promise it will be less than a week!)
“Morning, scene boy.” I reply and am promptly attacked with a pillow. Harry is straddling my waist and ‘smothering’ me for my comment, honestly, if he’s going to dress and act emo, he should expect the observational commentary. Silly twat.
He decides I’ve been punished enough and dives at my face, pressing fluffy noiseless feather like kisses all over my mug. I try to make our lips meet, but he swiftly moves away so that he’s still in control. When he’s sure he’s covered my entire visage, he then decides that my mouth is crying out for attention, and promptly places a wet sloppy open mouth kiss that would make the big screen melt. And that’s when I realize the complete love I give to this man every single day of my life.
We decide to roll out of bed for some breakfast and then some painting for Harry and computer surfing/writing for me. Harry makes toast and coffee while I slice some fruit. We eat, my Gryffindor situated in my lap since he claims that his chair isn’t snuggly enough. I demand to be fed, and end up with crumbs all down the inside of my sweatshirt. We clean up and head upstairs.
Harry mixes up his pallet and starts to dabble away at his canvas. I check my email, and am intrigued to see on labeled ‘Improve your sex life in 15 minutes!!! ;O’. I hate spam. If I wanted to know 47 billion new ways to please my man, I’d buy a sex mag, not wait until something shows up in my inbox thank you very much!
I forward a few jokes I received and set to work on that damned new song that started to enter my mind just before I fell asleep. What was the damned opening line again?
Something about missing quite terribly, and being brave in arms, and…I’m not sure what else.
I can’t concentrate. I need to get out and get some fresh air, the sunbeams are calling me to go outside and let my skin crisp. I slam my laptop shut to a spooked wide eyed Harry. I grab his wrist and pull him down stairs and out the back door where I promptly pull off our shirts and flop down in the grass; Harry following simply because I’m still hanging onto his wrist.
“Draco, sweetie, what are we doing?” the Gryffindor’s shy side showing.
“We’re soaking up some sun.” I reply like it’s the obvious answer.
“Yes, I realize that, but I have work to do. Can you give me about an hour to finish what I was doing and then we’ll frolic out here?”
“Fine…” I huff and flop over onto my stomach. The cool grass tickles my skin.
Harry gets up and walks back inside. I look around at the gardens that need a bit of tending, as they’ve been neglected the past few weeks. I decide to weed them, starting near the house and working my way past the fountain in the bend, to the other end of the ‘L’ flower bed.
I finish the weeding, wiping the sweat from my forehead, I grab the rake and large rubbish bin from the garage and gather the remnants. I drag the collected greens to the fire pit and dump them in to let them dry out for fire starters later.
I walk back to the house and into the kitchen for a cold drink. I hear the galumphing of Harry coming down the stairs as I gulp the orange juice right from the almost empty carton. The tanned shirtless wonder of a man I adore is standing in front of me now, and has caught me red lipped as it be.
“Draco! EW! You know how gross that is!” he scolds.
“Harrykins, it’s empty anyways, you know I fear your wrath too much to do that any other time.” I save my ass and move in for a hug, wrapping my arms around his waist, and pulling him up to face level, so his feet are off the floor. I brush my slightly sticky cheek against his smooth, cool one. The best things aren’t things at all. I put my lips to his, not kissing, just touching.
I pull back, and twirl around. I put Harry back down. “What would you like to do this afternoon?”
“Well since you just did all the weeding, I think a swim would be nice, want to head down to the river?”
“Okay!” I hop up and down, turn around and run out the door flailing my arms as I screech towards the paddock, receiving a playful whiney from Mars as I approach, Apollo giving a disgusted snort.
Harry shakes his head as he walks through the back yard as I bring the horses in to the barn to get tacked. We decide that it’s too sticky for saddles, and that we’ll ride bareback, just bridles and bits.
We meander down to the lazy river. Although it’s now the beginning of June, and the humidity makes everything almost unbearably hot, the water is still a tad chilly.
I tie Apollo and Mars to the post, remove my shoes and pants, joining the now boxer clad Harry on the bank. He’s standing ankle deep, trying to get used to the temperature. I run by him splashing the whole way, trying to get him as wet as I can.
I dive in as I get waist deep and when I emerge into the sunshine I see a quite displeased sopping wet brunet tapping his foot, arms crossed glaring at me.
I smirk. “What? It’s not like you weren’t going to get wet anyways.” It was true.
“No, but I was going to do one of these!” he starts off scowling, but belly flops/dives at me, sending a tidal wave three feet into the air.
I feel a tug on my boxers, and they’re gone. He reemerges about 15 feet away.
“Harry! I might need those!”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to have to get out of this river naked!”
“But that would be fun! I want to see you try and ride home without underwear!”
“But…fine. I’ll just have to come get them myself.”
He swims to shore and runs the 25 feet to the hitching post.
“WHAT YOU WAITING FOR?” he yells to me while putting on his shoes.
I take a good look around to make sure that no one else is there, and I make a mad dash to where my Gryffindork has my soggy pants hanging off his index finger. I grab them as I run past behind the huge willow tree that we swing off of sometimes. I can hear Harry howling in laughter from where I am as I slide my shorts back on. I walk back around the trunk and move over to my lover with arms thrown wide. His laughter dries up as he realizes that he’s about to get thrown in. I grab him, run over to the bank, swing him and give a good heave. I jump in after him and promptly pull him into my arms.
“DRACO! I had my shoes on!” Harry yells, and playfully bats at my chest as we swirl around, creating a small cyclone.
“That’s not my fault. Pay back for stealing my shorts.” I press my lips to his.
“You’re such a prat.”
“Am not!”
“Well then just admit that you’d like to shag me senselessly.”
“Yes…you’re right.” He sighs and rests his head on my shoulder as we twirl aimlessly in the water. “There’s no place I’d rather be then here, in your arms.”
I kiss the top of his head, breathing in the scent of his soggy hair. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Draco.”
“Wanna head back?”
“Sure.”
We climb out of the river, Harry stopping to dump some of the excess water from his trainers, pull on our pants and climb onto a pair of horses that are displeased for getting so wet. That’s when it hits me, that I could be brave in his arms…
***
A/N: This is a tad crack ficish, but I think it's a funny chapter. Only two more to go! Leave me a review to soften the hurt I feel from the sunburn I got camping all long weekend...You know the little grey box beneath this? That would make my day. And to my loyal reviewers I have a surprise next update! (I promise it will be less than a week!)