Seek Us Where Our Voices Sound

[thepretender501]

Title: Seek Us Where Our Voices Sound
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Wod Count: ~350
Warnings: unbeta'd, flufftastic, naughty drunk!boys especially Draco (as usual, I think he deserves a spanking in the next drab y/y?).
Prompt: Mulled Wine, at dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge   
A/N: At this point I've given up on teh angst at Christmas time. 

 

 “Shh,” Harry whispered loudly.

“I’m quiet. It’s you Potter.” Draco used the wall to remain upright. “No more mulled wine for you. Ever. And I mean ever.” He shook his head and then appearing dizzy he slipped down the wall in a fit of laughter.

“Quiet, Malfoy, or we’ll be caught out of bed,” Harry hissed, but he couldn’t help snorting as he watched the disheveled blond giggling. Harry hiccupped and dropped to the floor resting his head on Draco’s shoulder.

Draco took a deep breath. “You’re pissed.” He patted the top of Harry’s head. “And did you know you have two heads?”

“Really?” Harry looked up at Draco with an amused expression.

Draco's eyes were half lidded and unfocused and he nodded, slowly. “And you have four eyes. Four really fucking bright, green eyes.”

“That’s abnormal. I should probably have that examined,” Harry said, nipping the fabric that covered Draco’s shoulder. He just wanted a proper taste of Draco’s creamy pale skin.

 “And I want to kiss you,”  Draco said, his voice deeper than usual.

“Then kiss me.” Harry hiccupped again.

“You shush, Potter,” Draco slurred, carding his fingers heavily through Harry’s hair. “Don’t rush me.”

“Professor Malfoy? Uncle Harry, I mean, Headmaster?” Rose Weasley gasped. She appeared in the dimly lit corridor seemingly from thin air.  

“Damn,” Draco whispered into Harry’s hair.

“Er,” Harry hiccupped and blushed. He sat up straight, inched away from Malfoy, and tried to put on his most authoritative voice. “Rose, who gave you the cloak?” His brain was too muddied to think of anything else.

“Teddy did. He said I could use it to get into all sorts of mischief--” She began excitedly but paused looking at the cloak like maybe she’d said too much. She then, walked up to where Harry and Draco sat. “But of course, I don’t get into mischief. I’ve got top marks for my year.” She gave them a coy smile and held the shimmery fabric out to Harry. “I think you still need it. Have it back, Uncle Harry. Happy Christmas.”

 

 

 

Comments

[brinimc.livejournal.com]

AWWWW, cute little Rose. So helpful.

[thepretender501.livejournal.com]

Thank you! <33