Title: I Give Up
Summary: Harry has had a long day at work, and just wants to go home to the loving arms of his boyfriend for some, *ahem, winkwinknudgenudge* Oneshot, complete.
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The plot is mine, the characters- belong to J K Rowling.
A/N: Very short, very silly little drabble.. I'm a bit overtired! Hope you like it!
Harry was tired. In fact, he was beyond tired. All he could think about was getting home and flopping on his sofa with Draco and a bottle of wine. And maybe having some sex on said sofa. Yes, some sex. That would be very nice indeed.
This dream was short lived.
Harry tumbled out of his floo, and landed straight on his arse. And the scene he was witnessing made him wish he was anywhere but in his house. Even back at the Ministry would be preferable.
Ron and Draco were in the middle of what could only be described as a girly fight. Harry watched with wide eyes as they slapped at each other's hands, pushed, spat, pulled each other's hair and employed various other wimpy fighting techniques.
"What, in the name of Merlin, is going on here!?" Harry exclaimed, pulling himself to his feet as Draco whacked Ron with a bag. The pair jumped slightly apart in shock, guilty looks on their faces. Draco reeled around, an explanation forming on his lips as Ron seized the opportunity to haul the blonde into a headlock and further mess up his hair.
"Let go of me at once, Weasle!" The vehemence of Draco's words was lost slightly as Ron increased his grip and the sentence ended in more of a squeak.
"Not on your bloody life you stupid Ferret." Ron retorted, looking up at Harry with a chuffed expression on his face as if to say, look, I'm winning!
On any other given day, Harry might have had more patience. On any other given day, he would have wanted to sort this out. On any other given day, he might even have found it funny. But not today. Today he had had enough. And to such effect, he roared;
"ENOUGH!" Ron's face paled and he reluctantly let Draco out of his grasp. The latter stepped neatly away from him, scowling, his hands immediately up and smoothing his normally meticulous hair.
"Sorry, Harry." Ron mumbled, his eyes downcast as though he'd suddenly found something very interesting on the floor. Draco however, was less contrite.
"I didn't even start it, Harry. This time. He was being verbally abusive."
"I was not, I was only saying the truth, you smart arse!"
"Oh, am I being a smart arse, Weasle? How the hell would you know?"
"All I did was call your boyfriend gay, which is true, and he hit me with his purse!" Ron whined, shooting a glare at Draco who stood pouting and protectively cradling his lovely new bag. "Twice."
"It's not a purse, Weasle," Draco sniffed imperiously. "It's a man bag. The sales assistant told me so."
Harry just shook his head and thought, I give up.
-End-
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