This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
My very own drabble challenge of exactly 250 words plus title, based on that of dracosoftie and Digitallace. Any and all crit is welcome Also, any and all prompts are welcome, just DM me or in a review to this : )
Rating: T+
Warning: Slash ideas, single use of bad language
Pancakes
It was raining. Again.
Harry supposed that, given that it was February, and they were in Scotland, that shouldn't have been much of a surprise. It was only just February, to be fair. And it was nearly pancake day! Harry loved pancakes, he really did. Slowly, he moved off the sofa on which he'd been languishing for the past hour, and walked towards the kitchen, to ask Dobby if he could possibly have some pancakes now.
To Harry's utter surprise, sitting in the kitchen, over a plate of pancakes covered in what looked like lemon curd and something that looked like yoghurt, was none other than his arch-enemy. Hmm. Oh well, Malfoy hadn't actually done much to antagonise him lately.
Resigned, he sank down into a seat next to Malfoy's, and, when Dobby appeared, crooked a thumb at the blond's plate. "Could you get me some of what he's got, please?"
"Of course, Harry Potter!" And Dobby bustled off immediately, meaning that in less than thirty seconds there was a plate of steaming pancakes in front of him, identical to the blond's.
"You know, Potter," intoned Malfoy, "You could just've asked to share mine."
Startled, Harry looked up, to see Malfoy taking a bite of his pancake, leaving curd all over his lips. "Malfoy."
"Yes?"
"You've got something … there," Harry said, indicating on his own face.
"Where?" Malfoy seemed oblivious.
"Fuck it," breathed Harry as he moved in and removed the lemony goodness from Draco's lips, with his own.