Writing cliche is fun.... Title: Allergy Cure Author: Ruby Tuesday Pairing: Harry/Draco Word Count: 1000ish Rating: G Summary: Draco doesn’t feel like shagging. Warnings: Silliness Prompt: AWDT- “But it didn’t have anything to do with sexy.” Beta: Sorry, none this time. Disclaimer: Not mine, I’m just having fun.
“Draco, please come out. I’m sorry. I’ll say it a thousand times, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you so much.”
Harry stood outside the door to the bedroom begging Draco to come out. Draco had been in there by himself for almost twenty minutes. Ever since Harry got home and saw Draco sitting on the couch reading. He was only reading the newspaper, but he looked so damn sexy, Harry couldn’t help but say something about it.
The thing that was different from any other evening when Harry came home was that Draco was wearing glasses. They were rimless and something about them just made Harry want to jump Draco right then and there. Draco’s eyesight had been getting worse little by little since he turned 30 and he had taken to doing daily vision spells so he could see well enough. Occasionally, though, he would break down and wear glasses.
Draco just looked so hot sitting there on the couch with his business robes still on. He had his shoes off, though, and had just started to take off his tie while he was reading. He looked delectable. Like a gift slowly unwrapping itself. Harry wanted to finish unwrapping him. Little did Harry know how unwelcome his advances would be.
“Draco, please, if you won’t come out, at least let me come in,” Harry pleaded.
“I’m not coming out; I’m not fit to be seen in this state!” Draco yelled in response.
“Draco, you look fine! Will you just stop this nonsense!” Harry yelled.
Draco was so exasperating! What Harry hadn’t known was that Draco’s allergies had acted up today. His eyes were all itchy and watery and he hadn’t been able to do his daily vision spell properly, so he’d broken down and worn his glasses. It had probably been since last fall’s allergy season since Harry had seen Draco in glasses. He was just surprised, he didn’t think before he said anything. He had forgotten how testy Draco could be about it. When he told Draco how sexy he looked, Draco just snapped! He said he felt miserable and looked worse and then stormed off to their bedroom and had been locked in there ever since.
“Can’t you just be glad I still find you attractive? Why do you always have to be so dramatic about these things?” Harry asked through the door.
No answer. Harry stood there for about three more minutes and then decided he had enough.
“Fine, stay in there and sulk. I already told you I’m sorry you aren’t feeling well and I’ll order anything you want for dinner. But if you aren’t even going to talk to me then I will just go out and have dinner by myself. It beats staying here with you so determined to feel sorry for yourself,” Harry said finally.
To prove he was serious, Harry set about finding his coat and getting ready to go out. When Draco gave no answer, Harry thought that maybe he had fallen asleep. That was fine. He could bring back something for Draco to eat when he woke up.
As he started out the door, Harry wondered if maybe he should leave a note explaining where he had gone in case Draco really was asleep and didn’t hear him. As he stood pondering this, Draco finally opened the door to their room and peered out at him through his lenses.
He looked pathetic.
“Don’t leave me,” He cried.
He sounded pathetic too.
“Draco, you have to know that you are being silly. Come out to dinner with me,” Harry suggested.
“I don’t feel like it. I don’t feel like doing anything. I can’t believe you wanted to shag me when I feel so miserable.” Draco said.
“I didn’t know you felt miserable. I had no way of knowing that. It’s really not something I should have to apologize for. All I knew was how incredibly sexy you looked in your glasses,” Harry reasoned.
“But it didn’t have anything to do with sexy,” Draco whined, “I’m only wearing them because my eyes are in such a state that I can’t do my spell properly. They’re damn annoying too, always falling down my nose. I can’t stand them!”
As he said this, Draco flopped himself down at the kitchen table and folded his arms over his chest like a pouting child.
Harry watched him pout for a moment. “I don’t know what to say, Draco. I’m sorry you don’t feel well. I don’t think there is anything I can do to help you, though, if you are so intent on wallowing in self pity.”
After a moment, Draco looked up, like something had occurred to him.
“There might be something you can do,” Draco said, sounding hopeful.
“Oh? What’s that?” Harry asked.
“Do you remember that pie you brought home last week, the one with the apples and pecans and caramel?”
“Yes, I remember,” Harry said, nodding his head.
“Well, you never did tell me who made it or where you got it and I don’t really care about that anyway, but, it was so good and I’ve been thinking about it a lot and I was wondering if maybe you could get another one.” Draco almost sounded apologetic, which was highly unusual for him.
“That’s really what you want?” Harry asked, a little surprised. He’d known that Draco liked the pie, but he didn’t realize he liked it that much.
“Yes” Draco nodded. “That’s definitely what I want.”
“It may take me a little while to get it.” Harry cautioned.
“Oh, that’s okay.” Draco said, “It’s still early and I don’t feel like going anywhere anyway. I’ll just stay here and rest while I wait for it.”
“Well, don’t you want some dinner first?”
“No, just pie.” Draco said, “That’s all I want.”
“That’s all you want, huh? Well, alright. Hopefully, it won’t take me too long to get it. I’ll be back later.”
Harry left and started toward the alley where he typically apparated. As he walked he wondered how Molly Weasley would respond when he showed up in her kitchen and begged her to make him one of her famous apple- pecan pies.