The Tiff over Towels

[bleedingangel84]

Title: The Tiff over Towels

Author: bleedingangel84

Beta: None

Rating: R/NC-17

Warnings: Sexual Situations, Rimming

Word Count: 365

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.

Notes: Apologies if this completely sucks. Has not been betaed. Errors are up for grabs. Towels took over my brain for this one. Inspired by the prompt, but I’m not as familiar with the source material as I’d like to be, so feel free to pick this apart if you’d like.

Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt # 42-Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

Summary: Draco can’t find his towel. Harry volunteers to help him.

The Tiff over Towels

“Potter! What did you do with my towel?”

“Nothing. It was on the counter when I came in to use the toilet.”

“Oh, no! Oh, please no. Don’t tell me I lost my towel.”

“Draco, calm down. We have other towels, right? Don’t panic.”

“Harry! Mother gave us that set of towels. She always told me one can never have enough.”

“And apparently, you’ve inherited her obsession with them.”

“It’s not an obsession, it’s a healthy respect.”

“Oh, right. Healthy respect. Pardon me, your lordship. What’s wrong with a drying charm? We are wizards.”

“Potter, have you learned nothing in all of our years together?”

“Apparently not. I don’t see what’s so important about towels.”

“Towels are very versatile.”

“You may be right, Draco. Scorpius had one last week and was using it as a cape. And Al made a tent.”

“I’m delighted our brood helped to prove my point, Potter. But need I remind you I still need a towel? I’m dripping all over the marble!”

“It was just here.”

“Did it grow legs and walk away?”

“Given that it was a gift from your mother, who knows? Anything is possible.”

“Are you insulting my mother, Potter?”

“Oh, Circe’s garters, no! I’ve a good enough sense of self-preservation not to do that!”

“Glad to hear that, Harry. I’d hate to have to banish you to the guest room again.”

“Merlin forbid!”

“Harry? The towel?”

“Do you really need it, Draco? You look delectable dripping wet like that.”

“I suppose you’re going to volunteer your services to see to it that I’m clean?”

“Draco, you have the best ideas.”

“You aren’t playing fair, Potter! Ooh, gods that feels…mmm.”

“I love the way you taste, Draco. The way your skin feels against my tongue. Everything. I could spend hours just worshipping you.”

“Harr-rry! Please. Inside me. Now!”

“Not yet, love. You’re not ready.”

“Potter! I’m begging you. Get that wicked tongue of yours out of my arse and fill me with your cock.”

“Yes, sir. We can’t have it said that Harry Potter is anything less than accommodating, now can we?”

“Oh, Merlin! Yesss! You’re so good, love.”

“Now, aren’t you glad you lost your towel?”

Comments

[roelliej.livejournal.com]

I should remove all the towels in their home. :P

Totally love this one, hon! <3

[bleedingangel84.livejournal.com]

Draco would probably kill you, unless Harry distracted him, but the visuals would be more than worth the pain. :)

I'm so happy you enjoyed this one!

[dracogotgame.livejournal.com]

I'm certainly glad he lost his towel.

*giggles*

Sexy and funny. Just lovely <3

[bleedingangel84.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for such a great comment!

[enchanted-jae.livejournal.com]

I think Harry hid the towel.

:D

[bleedingangel84.livejournal.com]

If Draco were my husband, I'd hide his towels, too. :)

Thank you for reading! <3