Novel Conversation
"Watcha doin?" Harry asked, breezing into the room.
Draco jumped and hastily stuffed his guilty secret between the couch cushions, averting his face.
It was the sniff that gave him away.
"Dr-Draco?" Harry questioned, suddenly noticing Draco's flushed and tear stained cheeks.
"What's wrong, baby?" he asked sitting on the couch as close as humanly possible to his boyfriend without actually sitting on him.
"Nothing, nothing is wrong. How was Quidditch practice?" Draco sniffed again and tried to put on a bright smile that came out looking more like he'd just swallowed a bogie flavoured Bertie Botts Every Flavour Bean, "Did Cusjevski finally get that rash looked at, I told him …" He was cut off by Harry's hand covering his mouth
"Draco, don't change the subject. What's wrong, why are you crying?"
"Can't a person just cry sometimes, does a man have to have a reason?" he mumbled behind the hand, but Harry understood him perfectly. He was trying to look away from Potter's all knowing gaze, but the boy wouldn't let him go.
"Bullshit."
"It's the truth!"
"Bullshit," Harry said again, pulling his hand away.
"It is."
"Is not."
"It is," He was getting angry now.
"Is not," Hey! He learned that smirk from me, no fair, Draco thought.
"It's the truth and even if it isn't I don't have to tell you everything."
"Yes, but you do."
"Do not."
Harry sighed at the childish argument, at this rate he wasn't going to get anything out of his stubborn boyfriend. He gave another sigh and leaned in to give Draco a quick kiss.
"Right, well, if you're not going to tell me what's wrong I might as well go and shower," But as he went to roll off the couch his hip hit something hard amongst the cushions.
Reaching between them he produced a book
"'The Care and Feeding of Pirates', honestly Draco. Romance Novels?" Harry shook his head as he turned to look at the blurb. Draco made to grab it but Harry had moved to the other end of the couch and was holding the book just a little out of reach.
"How many times have I told you not to read this drivel?"
"It's not drivel. Jennifer Ashley is a goddess!" he cried defensively.
"Well I don't like it. You always cry and then you get all girly, then you go all dreamy eyed, it's just… creepy."
"You like them when I finish reading them," Draco pouted
Harry laughed and flicked through a few pages, "Yeah coz you're always horny after one of these."
"Oh, just give it back, Harry."
"Make me," he challenged.
"Accio – book."
"Hey no fair!"
"I'm a Slytherin and a prick, what do you expect?"
"I'll give you a prick."
"Oooh touchy, and smelly. Lets go take that shower."
"Together?"
"Yes, well it's the book. It's made me all horny."
"That could just be me."
"Shut up, Potter."
"Make me, Malfoy."
"With pleasure."
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