Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Author's Note: Just a little something that popped in my brain. Thanks to Veer for the betawork!

Doing the dishes

With a deep sigh Draco Malfoy stepped into the hall of the flat that he shared with his lover and closed the door. Home at last. But he wasn't greeted with an armful as he usually was.

"Harry, I'm home!"

"In the kitchen!", came Harry's voice.

It didn't take long for him to find Harry, who was standing at the sink, shirtless, with his arms in soapy water.

"What on earth are you doing?" He didn't manage to keep the surprise out of his voice.

Harry merely turned his head so that he could look at him. And gave him a smile.
"I'm not telling until you've kissed me hello, Dray.", he said in a low voice.

With two steps Draco was behind him and he felt two strong arms circle his waist. He leaned back into the embrace and again turned his head to meet his lover's lips. Soon the kiss turned heated and Draco murmered "Turn around" between kisses.

"Can't.", Harry answered, panting.

Draco merely lifted his eyebrow.

"You'll get soap suds in your hair if I do."

"Right.", Draco said, soundly disappointed. "What are you doing anyway?"

Harry laughed out loud. "It's called doing the dishes Dray, you know that."

"I've never seen you do it, have I? You've usually just finished by the time I get home."

"Right. Well, what you do is this....", Harry said, trying very hard to sound like a school teacher. ".... You use a spunge of some sort, and you put the dirty dishes in the soapy water. And then you use the spunge to clean them. Going round and round and round......" Harry voice had dropped to a seductive purr by the time the sentence ended.

Draco now had considerable trouble breathing, but thought he detected a hint of Harry doing it on purpose. That helped him decide what to do.

"So, if I understand it correctly...", he said, pressing his chest closely to Harry's back. "...you go round .... and round...... and round....." Between every word he circled his tongue in Harry's ear, making his lover moan out loud.

"Right", was all Harry could say before he pressed back into Draco's embrace. When Draco seemed to really warm up to subject and started to let his hands make circles on Harry's chest where he every now and then would circle his nipples, Harry started to moan and writhe against him.

Suddenly Draco had enough and made a decision.

"Harry, turn around."

The End

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