Title: Involving Icing

Disclaimer: Come to the dark side, Harry. We have cookies.

Rating: T or PG-13

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Warnings: Sexual innuendo, and a swear. One.

Summary: Harry's a baker and he just wants to get this cake iced before it's time to open his shop. Draco has other ideas.

A/N: Just a little piece of fluff! XD Please read and review!


Harry hummed softly as he finished whipping his buttercream icing and set it aside. He pulled the devil's food cake out of the oven and checked it – perfect. He smiled broadly as he went about removing it from the pan. He loved being a baker, especially since he could mix magical and muggle methods to achieve the best results. With a carefully applied cooling charm, he had the cake ready to be iced.
He was just turning back to grab the icing when he spotted Draco leaning over the counter, dipping his finger into the icing.

"Hey!" shouted Harry, waving a spatula at him. "Get your fingers out of there; you'll get germs in it!"

Draco looked affronted. "Please, Harry," he said with a measure of distain. "Malfoys do not have germs."

Harry rolled his eyes, not willing to have an argument on biology with Draco this early in the morning. "What are you doing up?"

"The bed was empty," replied Draco simply. "I wanted you back in it."

Harry shook his head fondly. "Draco, I have work to do." He gestured to his un-iced cake.

Draco nodded, an innocent expression on his face. With a quick swipe he lifted a finger full of icing out of the bowl, slowly raising it to his lips, smiling at Harry. With exaggerated movements, giving little licks and flicks and swirls of his tongue, he licked the icing off of his finger. He then proceeded to suck his finger slowly drawing it in and out of his mouth with a low moan, never taking his eyes off of Harry's.

Harry's mouth was suddenly very dry.

"Are you sure," Draco purred in his most seductive voice. "That you don't have any time to spare, Harry?" He proceeded to swipe another finger full of icing from the bowl, and licked a long stripe up and down his finger, eyes glued to Harry's. He continued to fellate his finger while Harry let out a small whimper.

"Is there –" Lick. "Nothing –" Lick. "I can do –" Lick. "To change your mind?" Lick, lick.

Harry groaned. "Damn you, Draco," he muttered, casting a quick Tempus and sighing. "I'm going to be late opening the shop again."

Draco laughed, and with a last dab of icing stolen, turned to glide gracefully up the stairs to their flat above the bakery. "Prat," Harry muttered fondly. He cast a quick stasis charm on his cake and the icing, and dashed up the stairs after him.