Title: The Newlyweds
Summary: My muse told me a joke. I threw Draco and Harry into the mix. Utter hilarity follows.
Warning: Crack.
Disclamer: There once was a man from Nantucket. I'm sick of disclaimers so suck it.
Arthur's Note: I would have written this a lot sooner but I had a heated debate with myself over what coupling to use. H/D eventually won out but Snarry would have been fitting too. Hope you enjoy.
"What's the difference between a honeymoon suite and any other room in this atrocious establishment?" asked Draco in a tone befitting a Malfoy.
After scanning the space for a hint of difference, Harry walked to the bed and snatched a brightly wrapped toffee off the closest pillow. "Seems chocolates are worth an extra galleon."
"Try around five extra. That better be one hell of a chocolate." With a huff of annoyance Draco slipped out of his robes and seized his own truffle. "Just as I thought. Not even worth a knut."
"What? Yours didn't have nuts. I have plenty of nuts to spare." Teased Harry.
"I'll show you nuts Potter." Within a matter of seconds Draco's trousers were off and launched at Harry's head.
"Ow! That hurt you arrogant git!"
"Put those on." Demanded the blond.
"I can't wear your trousers." Spat Harry.
Draco smirked before replying, "And don't forget it! I will always wear the pants in the family!"
Harry scrunched up his face in disgust before tugging off both his trousers and pants.
"What? You want me to get into your pants?" Asked Draco with a face full of cotton.
Harry snorted and retorted, "You'll never get into my pants if that attitude keeps up."