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bleedingangel84Title: Wooing
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Rating: PG
Warnings: Sexual suggestion
Word Count :335
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. Rights belong to the respective creators.
Notes: Just a random sappy little drabble thing.
Written for: Prompt #53 at dove_drabbles-Open your eyes to the love all around you; JMDC #132-decadent,delicious, demand
Summary: Harry hopes to woo Draco.
Wooing
“Can I get you something, Malfoy? I just made a delicious triple-chocolate cake with raspberries.”
“Potter, you’ll be the death of my waistline if you keep selling such decadent desserts.
Especially anything with chocolate and raspberries. I cannot resist that combination. It’s my favourite.”
“I know. Here, taste,” Harry urged, offering a slice.
“I really shouldn’t. I have to keep fit.”
“Malfoy, you’re handsome enough to make Adonis himself jealous. Just try it, yeah? On the house,” Harry wheedled.
“Oh, all right. I suppose one bite couldn’t hurt,” Draco reasoned, digging in his fork and bringing it to his lips. The taste of chocolate and tart raspberries exploded on his tongue, and he couldn’t resist letting out a half-strangled moan.
“Good, right?” Harry said, feeling a certain part of his body react to the involuntary sound Draco had released.
“Oh, Merlin,” Draco groaned, “Potter, that’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever made, and I demand that you tell me what your secret ingredient is. Did you bake this with an aphrodisiac in the batter? You’ll sell millions of these.”
“There is no secret ingredient. Just extra chocolate and a little love. And I didn’t make it to sell. I made it for you.”
“You…made this for me? Why?”
“Why do you think, Malfoy? You’ve been coming to my bakery for a year, and I—well, I guess I fell for you. And they always say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, so I thought that—”
“Potter. Shut it. You’re babbling,” Draco said fondly. “You didn’t need to go to all this trouble, but thank you. That was very sweet.”
“How else was I supposed to tell you I cared?” Harry asked, looking bemused.
“Open your eyes to love all around you, Potter. Why in Merlin’s name do you think I come into your establishment every week?”
“I always thought it was because you have a massive sweet tooth.”
“Well, that too, but—"
“Malfoy, shut up and kiss me.”
“Can I get you something, Malfoy? I just made a delicious triple-chocolate cake with raspberries.”
“Potter, you’ll be the death of my waistline if you keep selling such decadent desserts.
Especially anything with chocolate and raspberries. I cannot resist that combination. It’s my favourite.”
“I know. Here, taste,” Harry urged, offering a slice.
“I really shouldn’t. I have to keep fit.”
“Malfoy, you’re handsome enough to make Adonis himself jealous. Just try it, yeah? On the house,” Harry wheedled.
“Oh, all right. I suppose one bite couldn’t hurt,” Draco reasoned, digging in his fork and bringing it to his lips. The taste of chocolate and tart raspberries exploded on his tongue, and he couldn’t resist letting out a half-strangled moan.
“Good, right?” Harry said, feeling a certain part of his body react to the involuntary sound Draco had released.
“Oh, Merlin,” Draco groaned, “Potter, that’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever made, and I demand that you tell me what your secret ingredient is. Did you bake this with an aphrodisiac in the batter? You’ll sell millions of these.”
“There is no secret ingredient. Just extra chocolate and a little love. And I didn’t make it to sell. I made it for you.”
“You…made this for me? Why?”
“Why do you think, Malfoy? You’ve been coming to my bakery for a year, and I—well, I guess I fell for you. And they always say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, so I thought that—”
“Potter. Shut it. You’re babbling,” Draco said fondly. “You didn’t need to go to all this trouble, but thank you. That was very sweet.”
“How else was I supposed to tell you I cared?” Harry asked, looking bemused.
“Open your eyes to love all around you, Potter. Why in Merlin’s name do you think I come into your establishment every week?”
“I always thought it was because you have a massive sweet tooth.”
“Well, that too, but—"
“Malfoy, shut up and kiss me.”
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