Kinky Buggers
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bleedingangel84Title: Kinky Buggers
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual suggestion, Hurt/Comfort
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
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hogwarts365 Prompt 226- “His headache was still sitting over his right eye as if it had been nailed there.” ― Ian Fleming, Moonraker; Therapy; Cleaning house
Notes: I apologise once again for this being late, but my life has been hairier than Cousin It in a wind tunnel for the past few months. I hope readers enjoy this offering in spite of that.
Summary: Harry and Draco discuss a few kinks.
“Harry! I’m home! Love, where are you?”
“I’b here, Draco!” Harry said, speaking thickly through his clogged nose.
“You sound just awful! What have you been doing today?’
“I thought I’d clear away some of the dust in the attic, and I got a stuffy nose for my trouble. How was your day?"
“I’m quite certain Pansy needs therapy for her addiction to shopping, but at least I survived.”
“Survived? You live to shop, and you know it.”
“At least it got me out of cleaning house for the day,” Draco said smugly.
“Oh, you think so? You still have to clear out your closets. And I refuse to help you. I’ve got a pounding headache sitting right above my eye. I swear, it’s like someone nailed it there.”
“Oh, you poor baby. Did you take an allergy potion before you started cleaning?”
“Allergy potion? No, I didn’t.”
“Harry, honestly. We’re wizards. There’s no need for you to suffer this kind of thing if you don’t have to, is there?”
“Honestly, Draco, I’m not some sort of hopeless martyr or something. I just didn’t think of it.”
“Sometimes I wish I could hurt those Muggles who raised you. I really do. You’re the only person I know who thinks it’s acceptable to suffer pain rather than do something about it.”
“Draco, it’s not a big deal. It’s just an allergy.”
“I still don’t like to see you suffering needlessly. Why don’t you let me get you that potion? You’ll feel like a different person in no time, I promise.”
“I don’t need you playing nursemaid, Draco.”
“Who said anything about playing nursemaid? I merely said I would get the potion for you.”
“In Malfoy language, that equals playing nursemaid.”
“Are you complaining, Mr. Potter?”
“Not in the slightest. I think you’d look rather delectable in a nurse’s uniform."
“You are a kinky little bugger, Harry James Potter, and you deserve a spanking. You were a bad boy forgetting to take your potion that way. ”
“Oh was I? Now who’s the kinky one? I’m not some naughty schoolboy. I haven’t been for quite some time.”
“Pity, that. I got a new paddle.”
“That sounds promising.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual suggestion, Hurt/Comfort
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 226- “His headache was still sitting over his right eye as if it had been nailed there.” ― Ian Fleming, Moonraker; Therapy; Cleaning houseNotes: I apologise once again for this being late, but my life has been hairier than Cousin It in a wind tunnel for the past few months. I hope readers enjoy this offering in spite of that.
Summary: Harry and Draco discuss a few kinks.
“Harry! I’m home! Love, where are you?”
“I’b here, Draco!” Harry said, speaking thickly through his clogged nose.
“You sound just awful! What have you been doing today?’
“I thought I’d clear away some of the dust in the attic, and I got a stuffy nose for my trouble. How was your day?"
“I’m quite certain Pansy needs therapy for her addiction to shopping, but at least I survived.”
“Survived? You live to shop, and you know it.”
“At least it got me out of cleaning house for the day,” Draco said smugly.
“Oh, you think so? You still have to clear out your closets. And I refuse to help you. I’ve got a pounding headache sitting right above my eye. I swear, it’s like someone nailed it there.”
“Oh, you poor baby. Did you take an allergy potion before you started cleaning?”
“Allergy potion? No, I didn’t.”
“Harry, honestly. We’re wizards. There’s no need for you to suffer this kind of thing if you don’t have to, is there?”
“Honestly, Draco, I’m not some sort of hopeless martyr or something. I just didn’t think of it.”
“Sometimes I wish I could hurt those Muggles who raised you. I really do. You’re the only person I know who thinks it’s acceptable to suffer pain rather than do something about it.”
“Draco, it’s not a big deal. It’s just an allergy.”
“I still don’t like to see you suffering needlessly. Why don’t you let me get you that potion? You’ll feel like a different person in no time, I promise.”
“I don’t need you playing nursemaid, Draco.”
“Who said anything about playing nursemaid? I merely said I would get the potion for you.”
“In Malfoy language, that equals playing nursemaid.”
“Are you complaining, Mr. Potter?”
“Not in the slightest. I think you’d look rather delectable in a nurse’s uniform."
“You are a kinky little bugger, Harry James Potter, and you deserve a spanking. You were a bad boy forgetting to take your potion that way. ”
“Oh was I? Now who’s the kinky one? I’m not some naughty schoolboy. I haven’t been for quite some time.”
“Pity, that. I got a new paddle.”
“That sounds promising.”