It\'s Electric!
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It's Electric!
A/N: Just a short oneshot to symbolize my hatred of the cold, and while my beloved would hate it, he's the one who gave me the idea! LOL
It’s Electric!
The slamming of the door stirred Draco from his warm nesting spot on the couch. No doubt it was his highly excitable lover returned from the “horrid world of white” existing outside their doors. Why they had chosen to stay in this hellish climate rather than the villa in Greece was beyond comprehension. However, the fact that the head leaning over his shoulder still had snow on it was not to be borne!
“Harry James Potter, I refuse to believe that to muggles who raised you taught you nothing about the care one takes not to bring that vile stuff in the house.”
“Eh? You mean the snow?” he laughed and shook his head. “It’ll dry, and as you often tell me I was not raised by muggles I was raised by a rare mating of flobberworm and giant.”
Draco sniffed and snuggled deeper in his blankets. You couldn’t dispute such absolute proof.
“Besides, I think you’ll forgive me when you see what’s in this bag.” Harry coaxed.
He didn’t dignify the comment with a response.
“It’s an electric blanket!” Harry said with an enthusiastic flourish.
Concern lit silver eyes, “Oh dear, you were out in the cold too long. We’ll have to floo St. Mungo’s for a cure to brain freeze. You’re making up words now.”
“It’s not a made up word,” Harry said crossing his arms. “It’s muggle science and you know exactly what electricity is.”
“Fine,” he sighed. “But why would you even bring that thing into the house when we have plenty of blankets?”
“Draco, you spend a thousand galleons on one blanket.”
“Well worth every penny.” The man commented stubbornly.
The raven-haired man rolled his eyes, “So you say, however they still require a warming charm, correct?”
“Well, you wouldn’t want me to freeze…”
“And warming charms tend to wear off during our… more vigorous activities, wouldn’t you say?”
Blonde and beautiful, he reminded himself as he nodded.
“Well, I thought you’d appreciate a better way to keep warm through those times. I had this one specially designed just for you.” He unpacked and unraveled the blanket. “See, it has a hole right here so that only one part of you is uncovered at a time!”
Given that the whole was dead center in the middle of the blanket, it was pretty certain which body parts were going on display. Harry anticipated great rewards for his thoughtfulness; however he had forgotten one immutable fact.
“Haven’t these muggles ever heard of a thread count?”
A Cold Draco Malfoy equals a Grumpy Draco Malfoy.
The End
It’s Electric!
The slamming of the door stirred Draco from his warm nesting spot on the couch. No doubt it was his highly excitable lover returned from the “horrid world of white” existing outside their doors. Why they had chosen to stay in this hellish climate rather than the villa in Greece was beyond comprehension. However, the fact that the head leaning over his shoulder still had snow on it was not to be borne!
“Harry James Potter, I refuse to believe that to muggles who raised you taught you nothing about the care one takes not to bring that vile stuff in the house.”
“Eh? You mean the snow?” he laughed and shook his head. “It’ll dry, and as you often tell me I was not raised by muggles I was raised by a rare mating of flobberworm and giant.”
Draco sniffed and snuggled deeper in his blankets. You couldn’t dispute such absolute proof.
“Besides, I think you’ll forgive me when you see what’s in this bag.” Harry coaxed.
He didn’t dignify the comment with a response.
“It’s an electric blanket!” Harry said with an enthusiastic flourish.
Concern lit silver eyes, “Oh dear, you were out in the cold too long. We’ll have to floo St. Mungo’s for a cure to brain freeze. You’re making up words now.”
“It’s not a made up word,” Harry said crossing his arms. “It’s muggle science and you know exactly what electricity is.”
“Fine,” he sighed. “But why would you even bring that thing into the house when we have plenty of blankets?”
“Draco, you spend a thousand galleons on one blanket.”
“Well worth every penny.” The man commented stubbornly.
The raven-haired man rolled his eyes, “So you say, however they still require a warming charm, correct?”
“Well, you wouldn’t want me to freeze…”
“And warming charms tend to wear off during our… more vigorous activities, wouldn’t you say?”
Blonde and beautiful, he reminded himself as he nodded.
“Well, I thought you’d appreciate a better way to keep warm through those times. I had this one specially designed just for you.” He unpacked and unraveled the blanket. “See, it has a hole right here so that only one part of you is uncovered at a time!”
Given that the whole was dead center in the middle of the blanket, it was pretty certain which body parts were going on display. Harry anticipated great rewards for his thoughtfulness; however he had forgotten one immutable fact.
“Haven’t these muggles ever heard of a thread count?”
A Cold Draco Malfoy equals a Grumpy Draco Malfoy.
The End