Truffles

Title: Truffles (1/1)
Author: Cady Mac
Author\'s e-mail: catbird3@mac.com
Author\'s web page: http://cadymac.livejournal.com
Disclaimer: These characters don\'t belong to me. But if they did, oh boy.
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Category: Fluff / Humour
Rating: R
Spoilers/Warnings: No spoilers. Naughty language and some dirty boytouching.
Summary: Post-Hogwarts. A brief glimpse into a day where Draco goes shopping and Harry skips work. Snark, sex, and bonbons!
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What the hell is he doing up this early? Harry wondered as he lay in bed, his back to the partially closed bathroom door.

The steam and heat and sound of the rushing water of the shower crept into the bedroom slowly, preventing Harry from getting back to sleep for the obligatory extra seven minutes before the charmed clock shrieked at him again.

Really, now. What the hell is he doing up this early? Harry groaned and rolled over onto his back. He pre-emptively ended the spell on the clock and sighed. Harry blinked a few times, clearing the sleep away before reaching his hand over to the nightstand, knocking over the clock and a picture frame in an attempt to find his glasses.

Harry groaned again, nearly knocking over the entire nightstand before finally finding his glasses and putting them on.

He sat up slowly, glaring at the not-quite-shut bathroom door. He stood up and stretched, pulling the waistband of his pyjama bottoms up. Harry rubbed his hands over his bare abdomen as he shuffled over to the bathroom door, pushing it open with one finger. Steam flooded out, fogging over the lenses of Harry’s glasses. Harry sighed and removed his glasses, placing them on the counter just inside the bathroom door.

Lovely. Foggy and blurry. Two for one. Harry yawned and ambled up to the shower curtain, yanking it back so that he could bestow a vicious glare upon his husband for waking him seven minutes too early with his bloody annoying showering.

Draco, wet and fragrant and glistening underneath the soft morning light, turned beneath the flowing, hot water to face Harry. He ran his fingers through his hair and blinked droplets of water out of his eyes, nearly laughing at Harry’s surly appearance.

“What is it, love?” Draco asked, fighting a smile.

“What the hell are you doing up this early?” Harry answered, trying desperately to remain annoyed despite the mouth-watering sight of a very naked and very wet Draco. “And stop smiling, damn it.”

Draco turned the taps off and stood in the shower, dripping. “I’m showering. What did you think I was doing?”

Draco motioned to the towel rack. “Could you – ?”

Harry pulled a clean towel from the rack and handed it to Draco. “I couldn’t go back to sleep.”

“Probably because this is what time you wake up every day?”

“Your shower woke me up.”

Draco laughed into the towel as he patted his face dry. “Are you sure it wasn’t your alarm clock?”

“My alarm only went off once. I don’t get up until it goes twice. You woke me up too early and now you owe me – I don’t know – ten minutes of sleep,” Harry said, his glare fading considerably.

“Seven minutes, and you’re not supposed to be the grouchy one, remember?” Draco said, stepping out of the shower and into Harry’s personal space.

“You annoy me,” Harry grumbled, pouting at Draco.

Draco put his hand on the side of Harry’s neck and kissed his lips softly. “One of my many talents.”

“You smell good,” Harry responded, turning to watch Draco as he moved about the bathroom, getting ready.

“Harry Potter’s biggest turn-on is cleanliness. I’m selling it to the Prophet,” Draco said, ruffling his damp, shaggy, blond hair with his fingers.

“You never answered my question,”ry mry muttered, sliding his pyjama bottoms off.

“What question?” Draco answered, eyes raking over Harry’s body.

Harry turned the taps back on in the shower and steppn, pn, pulling the curtain half-closed behind him. “What you’re doing up so early.”

“Oh,” Draco answered. He walked back over to the shower and opened the curtain again so he could see Harry. “I’m going shopping.”

“Close it, it’s cold,” Harry mutd.
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Draco stepped into the shower with Harry and closed the curtain behind him.

“What’s got you in such a fine mood this morning?” Draco asked, a sly smile creeping across his face.

“No sex for you. I’m too busy being crabby,” Harry replied, turning his back to Draco while stepping back under the hot running water.

Draco moved closer to Harry, wrapping an arm around his waist.

“If I weren’t in such a hurry, I’d improve your mood for you,” Draco whispered into Harry’s ear, sucking briefly at the lobe before pulling away and climbing back out of the shower. He made sure to leave the curtain halfway open.

“Why are you in a hurry?” Harry asked, trying desperately to ignore the semi-erection he was developing.

Draco didn’t respond; he smiled as he removed the last clean towel from the rack and took it with him as he left the bathroom.

“Arse,” Harry yelled as Draco shut the door behind him.

Harry shook his head and resumed washing himself, albeit hurriedly. When he was finished, he dried himself off as best he could with the remaining hand towels and washcloths in the bathroom. He grabbed his glasses from the counter and put them back on, walking otherwise completely naked back out into the bedroom.

“Draco?” Harry called to the empty room.

He stepped out into the hallway and called down the stairs.

“D?”

The only sound that drifted back to him was that of Hedwig dumping half of her breakfast bowl out onto the floor downstairs.

Harry sighed and walked back to the bedroom. He opened his wardrobe doors and stared blankly at his clothes. “Fuck it,” he mumbled.

He grabbed a frayed piece of parchment from the desk and scrawled a note on it hastily. He walked downstairs, still naked, and gave the parchment to Hedwig, instructing her to take it to the Ministry.

And then he ambled back upstairs and crawled back into bed.

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Harry awoke slowly from his rather pleasant dream. He had the distinct sensation that he was being watched, and he wasn’t surprised when he finally opened his eyes and found Draco sitting at the foot of the bed, staring up at him with a knowing grin on his face.

“I hope it was me yore dre dreaming about,” Draco said softly, stroking the bottom of Harry’s bare foot with his thumb.

“Mmm,” Harry groaned. “Stop waking me up so much.”

“Decided to skip work today, did you?” Draco asked, tickling Harry’s toes with his fingertips.

Harry moaned in response.

“That a yes?”

Harry nodded and arched his back, basking in the sensation of Draco teasing his toes.

“Why do you even bother? Just quit that stupid job.”

“One of us has to work,” Harry answered.

“Only in your mind, Harry,” Draco said, sliding his finger slowly from Harry’s heel up to his toes.

Harry hissed. “Stop teasing me.”

“Oh, I have every intention of ending the teasing,” Draco said, his smouldering gaze fixed upon Harry.

Harry raised his eyebrows.

Draco snaked up along Harry’s naked body until they were face to face. Harry wrapped one arm around Draco and slid the other hand into Draco’s hair, pulling him down.

Draco smirked down at Harry.

“You wanton little slut.”

“Shut up. You started it.”

“You started without me, iuld uld seem. Your little dream?” Draco said, smiling as he closed the distance between them and kissed Harry’s lips tenderly.

“You have too many clothes on,” Harry said between the sweet, soft kisses.

“Mmm. I bought – mmph – a new jacket – mmm – and some shoes today,” Draco moaned and kissed his words onto Harry’s lips as Harry unbuttoned Draco’s shirt and began unbuckling his belt.

Draco’s blond hair fell into his eyes and tickled Harry’s forehead. Harry slid his hand across Draco’s forehead, pulling his hair back.

“I’m supposed to be mad at you,” Harry said, furrowins brs brow.

“Oh?” Draco replied, smiling and kissing Harry’s chin and neck.

“You left me without towels because you were in a hurry to buy yourself a coat and shoes?” Harry reminded his husband.

Draco lifted his head and laughed, exposing his throat. Harry attached his lips to Draco’s throat and sucked and nibbled.

Draco raised up a bit, straddling Harryips.ips. Harry had given up on Draco’s clothes – Draco’s shirt now open and his belt and jeans hanging unfastened and loose around his hips.

Harry removed his hands from Draco’s hair as Draco sat up on top of Harry.

“Damn,” Harry said, his eyes drifting down slowly from Draco’s messy hair to his bare collarbone and chest and hips, to the exposed waistband of Draco’s boxers, to the very visible bulge beneath them.

“What?”

“You look – ”

Draco instinctively ran his hands through his hair. Harry caught his hand before he could smooth it out completely.

“No, leave it messy. It looks so – ” Harry growled and pulled Draco back down on top of him.

Draco went willingly, taking care to remove his own shirt while Harry slid his hand into his boxers.

“Still – ahh – mad at me?” Draco asked breathily as Harry’s agile hand went to work.

“Obviously,” Harry whispered, using his feet to kick Draco’s boxers and trousers completely off.

Harry unrelentingly stroked Draco, relishing the power he had over Draco in moments like these.

“This will teach you to leave me for shopping,” Harry said as he rocked his hips upward.

“But I got you something, too,” Draco whispered, his eyes fluttering shut.

Harry knew Draco was close.

“I bought you some – ” Draco panted.

Harry’s pace quickened. “Shhh.”

Draco half-smiled as Harry lavished more attention to his lips and neck.

Harry wrapped his free arm around Draco’ck ack and held him tightly. He kissed Draco urgently while his right hand continued its mission. Draco panted and swallowed, his muscles tightening. Harry sped up once more, and sucked Draco’s collarbone.

Draco’s body went rigid as he moaned against Harry’s neck.

“Truffles,” Draco gasped just before he collapsed, spent and sweaty, on top of Harry.

Harry paused for a moment, and then exploded into a fit of laughter.

Draco sighed and rolled slowly onto his side.

“I don’t even get a thank you for the gift?” Draco asked, breathless and annoyed.

“You just came saying, ‘Truffles,’” Harry laughed, tears gathering in his eyes.

Draco climbed over Harry and off of the bed, and walked over to the closet.

“Where’re you going?” Harry asked, still chuckling and wiping the tears from his face.

“I’m hiding them from you,” Draco said.
ry bry burst into another fit of laughter. “I’m sorry, love. Come back over here.”

Harry covered his face and laughed again uncontrollably. “Truffles!”

“I hate you, honestly,” Draco said as he returned to bed, the bonbons successfully hidden. “And you don’t get them until you at least say thank you for my overwhelming thoughtfulness.”

“Don’t get what?” Harry asked expectantly.

“Fuck off,” Draco answered, frowning.

Harry snorted and fought hard to contain his laughter. “Oh, God, Draco. Sorry. Really.”

“Just shut up,” Draco answered as he climbed on top of Harry.

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