Sassy Servers
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bleedingangel84Title: Sassy Servers
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual suggestion, language, snark
Word Count: 365
Written for:![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
hogwarts365 Prompt 319-Acerbic, Warmest Thoughts; “Sharing the holiday with other people, and feeling that you’re giving of yourself, gets you past all the commercialism.” — Caroline Kennedy
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: Just a random something inspired by the prompts. I really hope readers enjoy this. I had a wonderful time writing it.
Summary: Harry, Draco, and Ron volunteer at a soup kitchen.
“Will Malfoy and his acerbic wit be joining us this evening, or did he have something better to do with his valuable time?”
“Ron, Draco is my boyfriend and it’s Christmas. It wouldn’t kill you to lay off the biting commentary for one day, especially here."
“All right, but I still say you deserve better than Malfoy.”
“He makes me happy, Ron. If you’re my friend, that should be reason enough for you to at least try to make amends, yeah?”
“I’ll admit, Draco doesn’t exactly inspire my warmest thoughts, but you’re like family to me, so I’ll try for your sake. Not his.”
“I’ll take it. When did you start using words like ‘acerbic’, anyway? Are you trying to impress Hermione with your expanding vocabulary?” Harry wondered aloud.
“Maybe. But that’s not the only thing that expands around her if you catch my meaning,” Ron joked.
“Weasley, please do stop with innuendo. I for one do not want to think about what makes your appendages expand. Hello, love,” Draco drawled from behind them.
“Malfoy, you’re here. Trying to earn brownie points, are you?”
“Ron! You promised!” Harry hissed.
“Sorry, mate. Old habits die hard, I reckon.”
“I’ve been volunteering here since before Hogwarts, Weaselbee. Mother always hated the commercialism of the holidays and said it was important to give of yourself to others to avoid getting swept away by it.”
“A Malfoy said that?”
“Yes, a Malfoy said that. We weren’t all evil.”
“I suppose Christmas is the season for miracles.”
“Well, aren’t you just a right little ray of sunshine?”
“Will you two stop?! We’re supposed to start serving dinner soon.”
“I’m sorry, love. Can I make it up to you later? Perhaps with favours of the sexual variety?”
“La la la! Not trying to hear that! There is such a thing as too much information.”
“Consider that one payback for making me think about your freckled cock.”
“Truce! I give. Just please fucking stop talking. I beg of you.”
“Kinky. Didn’t know you had it in you, Weasley. Interesting.”
“Does he have an off switch, Harry?”
“None that you’d want access to,” Draco answered.
“Merlin, I don’t even want to know.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual suggestion, language, snark
Word Count: 365
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 319-Acerbic, Warmest Thoughts; “Sharing the holiday with other people, and feeling that you’re giving of yourself, gets you past all the commercialism.” — Caroline KennedyDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: Just a random something inspired by the prompts. I really hope readers enjoy this. I had a wonderful time writing it.
Summary: Harry, Draco, and Ron volunteer at a soup kitchen.
“Will Malfoy and his acerbic wit be joining us this evening, or did he have something better to do with his valuable time?”
“Ron, Draco is my boyfriend and it’s Christmas. It wouldn’t kill you to lay off the biting commentary for one day, especially here."
“All right, but I still say you deserve better than Malfoy.”
“He makes me happy, Ron. If you’re my friend, that should be reason enough for you to at least try to make amends, yeah?”
“I’ll admit, Draco doesn’t exactly inspire my warmest thoughts, but you’re like family to me, so I’ll try for your sake. Not his.”
“I’ll take it. When did you start using words like ‘acerbic’, anyway? Are you trying to impress Hermione with your expanding vocabulary?” Harry wondered aloud.
“Maybe. But that’s not the only thing that expands around her if you catch my meaning,” Ron joked.
“Weasley, please do stop with innuendo. I for one do not want to think about what makes your appendages expand. Hello, love,” Draco drawled from behind them.
“Malfoy, you’re here. Trying to earn brownie points, are you?”
“Ron! You promised!” Harry hissed.
“Sorry, mate. Old habits die hard, I reckon.”
“I’ve been volunteering here since before Hogwarts, Weaselbee. Mother always hated the commercialism of the holidays and said it was important to give of yourself to others to avoid getting swept away by it.”
“A Malfoy said that?”
“Yes, a Malfoy said that. We weren’t all evil.”
“I suppose Christmas is the season for miracles.”
“Well, aren’t you just a right little ray of sunshine?”
“Will you two stop?! We’re supposed to start serving dinner soon.”
“I’m sorry, love. Can I make it up to you later? Perhaps with favours of the sexual variety?”
“La la la! Not trying to hear that! There is such a thing as too much information.”
“Consider that one payback for making me think about your freckled cock.”
“Truce! I give. Just please fucking stop talking. I beg of you.”
“Kinky. Didn’t know you had it in you, Weasley. Interesting.”
“Does he have an off switch, Harry?”
“None that you’d want access to,” Draco answered.
“Merlin, I don’t even want to know.”