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bleedingangel84Title: Softie
Author/Artist:bleedingangel84
Rating: PG
Warnings: Fluff, mild language
Word Count: 288
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. Rights belong to the respective creators.
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dove_drabbles 142-Look how far you’ve come.
Notes: Just some randomness inspired by the prompts. I hope readers enjoy it.
Summary: Draco was too cute not to fall for.
“Draco, where are you?”
“In the kitchen making dinner. My stomach was starting to make some rather ghastly noises, so I decided to feed it before it squirms away in protest.”
“Did you forget it eat lunch again?”
“Yes, but it wasn’t my fault. Blaise popped over for a visit, and Weasley tricked him into smashing his finger in a Muggle finger trap. Apparently it was from a new line of products the twins are testing, and they needed a guinea pig.”
“Did Blaise kill Ron?”
“No. He just smirked at him and promised to get him back, then sauntered out whistling. Weasley should definitely watch his back .Or at least carefully skim his surroundings for the next few weeks. Blaise is good at pranking people when they least expect it.”
“I just hope it’s nothing with spiders. The last time, he ended up jumping into my arms, Ron isn’t that heavy, but my back was killing me for a few days after that.”
“I recall offering to massage it for you.”
“I was afraid to let you touch me. I still didn’t know if I could trust you yet.”
“Look how far you’ve come in just a year and a half. We live together now.”
“Well you’re cute, so I had extra incentive. And you make excellent food.”
“I see how it is. You just want me for my culinary skills.”
“Your nice arse doesn’t hurt, either.”
“Watch it, Potter.”
“You know you love me.”
“Luckily for you, I most certainly do. Let’s open the wine with dinner tonight and snuggle on the couch.”
“You’re such a softie.”
“Tell anyone and I’ll deny everything.”
“Not a word to anyone. That side of you is just for me.”
Author/Artist:
bleedingangel84 Rating: PG
Warnings: Fluff, mild language
Word Count: 288
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. Rights belong to the respective creators.
Written for: JMDC 234-saunter, skim, smash, smirk, squirm;
dove_drabbles 142-Look how far you’ve come.Notes: Just some randomness inspired by the prompts. I hope readers enjoy it.
Summary: Draco was too cute not to fall for.
“Draco, where are you?”
“In the kitchen making dinner. My stomach was starting to make some rather ghastly noises, so I decided to feed it before it squirms away in protest.”
“Did you forget it eat lunch again?”
“Yes, but it wasn’t my fault. Blaise popped over for a visit, and Weasley tricked him into smashing his finger in a Muggle finger trap. Apparently it was from a new line of products the twins are testing, and they needed a guinea pig.”
“Did Blaise kill Ron?”
“No. He just smirked at him and promised to get him back, then sauntered out whistling. Weasley should definitely watch his back .Or at least carefully skim his surroundings for the next few weeks. Blaise is good at pranking people when they least expect it.”
“I just hope it’s nothing with spiders. The last time, he ended up jumping into my arms, Ron isn’t that heavy, but my back was killing me for a few days after that.”
“I recall offering to massage it for you.”
“I was afraid to let you touch me. I still didn’t know if I could trust you yet.”
“Look how far you’ve come in just a year and a half. We live together now.”
“Well you’re cute, so I had extra incentive. And you make excellent food.”
“I see how it is. You just want me for my culinary skills.”
“Your nice arse doesn’t hurt, either.”
“Watch it, Potter.”
“You know you love me.”
“Luckily for you, I most certainly do. Let’s open the wine with dinner tonight and snuggle on the couch.”
“You’re such a softie.”
“Tell anyone and I’ll deny everything.”
“Not a word to anyone. That side of you is just for me.”