Dec01, Harry Potter, Harry/Draco, R
Title: The Perversity Author: train_tracks Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Harry/Draco Rating: soft R Word Count: 335 Disclaimer: I don't own much of anything, least of all anything having to do with Harry Potter. A/N: This is for adventdrabbles and prompt #1: the gingerbread house, plus elrhiarhodan's "Harry/Draco – concentration".
"Bugger."
"Draco, you have to be more careful. You're getting it everywhere."
"Well! It's STICKY," Draco complained.
"You're just not concentrating," Harry informed him.
Draco stopped what he was doing altogether. "Do you know how badly I want to curse you right now?"
Harry, the arsehole, didn't even look at him. He just smiled and said, "Yes, Draco, I do," and kept at his task.
Draco pressed his lips together and picked up the spatula once more.
"Just smooth it on," Harry instructed.
Draco didn't want to curse him; he wanted to punch him.
"Just smooth it on, huh?"
"Yes, like this," Harry said, the pompous prick.
Draco didn't think; he simply smeared his spatula of creamy white frosting all over the side of Harry's face that he could reach. Draco's compressed lips twitched.
Harry blinked. "You're not taking this seriously at all."
"You're right, I'm not," Draco replied.
Harry looked at him, all frosting-coated ire.
Draco couldn't help himself; he leaned in and licked a broad stroke with his tongue through the mess he'd made of Potter's face. He smacked his lips. "Now *that* I quite like," he said.
"This gingerbread house," Harry informed him, "is for my children."
"Oh bollocks, they could give a crap!" Draco said.
Harry looked at him for a moment, jaw tight, and then he threw a glob of frosting square into his face.
What went down then was something they'd avoid talking about for decades – the messiest, most perverted sex either one had possibly ever had.
When they were finished, naked, panting, still redolent with frosting in…places…Harry spoke first. "I'm never doing this with you again, Malfoy."
"What? Shagging?" He knew he sounded a bit panicked.
"Don't be daft," Harry said and left it at that.
They showered together and then went to bed, crashing hard into sleep, leaving a half formed, sexually molested gingerbread house in shattered, come-on pieces all over the floor downstairs next to a perfectly respectable Christmas tree.