A funny thing part 8 / Harry/Draco / rating r-ish
Title: A Funny Thing Happened Between the Gryffindors and the Sytherins Part 8 Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco, Word Count: 618 Rating: R Warnings: Unbeta, Challenge: still missing the boat Author's Notes: This one might have legs…
Harry straightened their clothes and ran a hand through his hair. "Sure." He reached to grab the bag near his feet. "I'm going to put this in back with my lunch. Do want some tea or water?" Draco shook his head. "Could you flip the sign to open, please?" Harry grimaced slightly. "I don't think I locked the door." Draco grinned. "I can be distracting." "Arse." Harry slipped into the backroom. When he returned, Draco was wandering through the shop. The bell above the door tinkled and the day began. Draco watched as Harry talked about his wares and steered the customers in their purchases. He inched closer when a wizard came in for a commissioned piece. Apparently, a family heirloom had been broken and the child who did it got rid of the evidence so they couldn’t use a 'reparo' on it. The man knew the pitcher wouldn't be the same, but he hoped it would be a close replication and Harry would have made it, giving it its own unique provenance. About half-twelve the customers had thinned to a single person. "Lunch?" Harry asked. "Do I need to go get it?" "I'll share. You can have half my sandwich and crisps and we still have some things left from this morning." Harry busied himself getting the lunch and a couple of mugs with water. He brought them up near the till. The customer exiting opened the door. "Thanks for stopping." Harry called. "Speaking of things left from this morning, my boots look worse for the wear." Harry choked on his water. "You got exactly what you wanted." "I told you not to come on my shoes." Draco took a bite of his half of the sandwich. Harry chuckled. "No, you wanted me to. That's why you said it." Draco smirked. "Do you always do a drawing before you make something?" He nodded to sketch on the counter. "For mugs, plates and bowls generally not, when I'm doing a commission in clay always. That way I have a direction and the customer generally gets what they want." "What about the glass?" Draco pointed to a blue-purple piece in the window that looked like twilight. "I haven't been working in glass as long. It took a beginner class two years ago and I was hooked, but I've never taken a commission for a glass piece." Draco crunched a crisp. "So why don't you have more pieces for sale?" "I only work with the furnaces when the shop is closed and there is still more demand for the earthenware and stoneware." Harry took a piece of walnut cake. Draco popped a truffle in his mouth and groaned. "Don't start that again, Malfoy." "Start what?" Draco grabbed a petit fours and bit it in half. "Mmmmm. Strawberry cream filled. I love cream filling." He licked his fingers loudly. "The moaning, the sucking, the tongue swirling…" "Oh, as if you weren't bent over wiggling your arse at me for the last two and one half hours. Especially, since you explicitly told me I was going to be the one bent over the counter." Draco bit another tiny cake and dragged the filling over his lip onto his chin. Harry groaned. "Something suddenly come up, Harry?" "Malfoy have mercy. I can't run the shop all afternoon with a hard on." Harry adjusted himself as he stood. "So don't. Do you have that famous invisibility cloak around here somewhere?" Draco glanced around. "That's a bad idea." Draco sidled up behind him and put one hand on his hip and the other on his prick. Harry canted his hips up to push against Draco's hand. "Such a bad idea." "So where is it?" Draco grinned and squeezed the thick prick in his hand.