sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2006-01-05 16:33:00 |
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Original poster: faith1922
Words: 555, and no, I didn’t do it on purpose
Challenge: None
Warning: Pure, pink, painful, candy cotton fluff.
A/N: This is for enchanted_jae, because not only did she write angst, but she wrote ‘I never’ angst.
Author Warning: Anyone who demands fluff of me during the next month, will probably get shot, strangled, stabbed, beaten and killed. And it’ll all be your fault. You have been warned.
„Potter!“
Harry sat down his coffee mug on the table and leant back in his chair, waiting patiently for his lover to come storming out of the bedroom.
He wasn’t disappointed.
Five seconds after his yell one pissed off Draco Malfoy came storming into the kitchen, a look of pure fury on his face.
“What,” he growled, “Exactly do you think this is?” He pointed at himself. Or, actually, he was pointing at the sticky pink goo that was covering his scantily clad body from head to toe.
Harry stifled a laugh and settled for a cat-got-canary grin instead. “Well,” he drawled, making his lover regret ever having taught him how to drawl properly, “It looks like candy cotton. Pink candy cotton, to be exact.”
Draco growled again, running a hand agitatedly through his hair.
It came away sticky and pink. Harry, who was still watching the show unfold tensed.
Covering Draco and the whole bedroom in candy cotton was alright. But this was Draco’s hair. He gulped and looked for an escape route frantically, but it was too late.
“This is war!”
The former Gyffindor struggled and pleaded as the blonde advanced on him, but he had no choice. He’d finally pushed his boyfriend over the edge. Nobody, nobody messed with a Malfoy’s hair and lived to tell the tale.
Grabbing him by the waistband of his pants, Draco dragged Harry into the pink bedroom, throwing him down on the bed. Harry yelped as he felt the half molten sweet attach itself to his bare back.
He made a face and opened his mouth to apologize, but again, Draco was faster. He pounced like a big pink cat, before Harry had a chance to move.
He tried grabbing Draco’s arms and hold them away from him, but they steadily came closer to his face, until the blonde rubbed two hand full of candy cotton right into the Boy-who-lived’s face, a shit eating grin on his own face.
Squealing like a girl Harry finally freed himself of his boyfriend and rolled off the bed to take cover behind the dresser, armed with fists full of sticky sweet.
He waited until Draco was close enough, aimed carefully and hit the other man right between the eyes yelling at the top of his lungs, “Candy fight!”
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Both men dropped dead on the still sticky bed, covered from head to toe in pink candy cotton, but both with satisfied smiles on their faces.
Draco was the first to move, albeit with a loud groan, “What was that for anyway, Potter?”
He waved his hand vaguely at the room, which looked a complete disaster after the candy war that had just been fought inside of it.
Harry shrugged and winced. His whole back was stiff with molten sugar, “You said I needed to be sweeter in bed.”
Snorting Draco rolled back onto his back, “You know that you’re cleaning that up on your own, right?”
“Yeah. Thought so.”
“I’ll grab a shower.”
“Can I come?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“You are going to clean this up, now!”
“But…”
“No but, clean up the bedroom.”
“But I want to shower with you!”
“And I want you to clean up the mess that you made!”
“…I offer hot shower sex!”
“I SAID…..
Well, come on then. But you’re still cleaning this up.”
Kill me. Please.
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