Title: Attempt at Humor
Disclaimer: This story is based entirely on the story J.K. Rowling has written. She owns all of the characters, ideas, credit and copyright. This story is made simply for enjoyment and no money is being made from this. No offence intended. No copyright infringement intended.
Warnings: None
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Summary: "Please… Harry… just – push – harder!" gasped Draco, eyes falling close as the burning sensation escalated to the degree of scorching.
Author's Note: My attempt at humor, let my know what you think. Enjoy!
"Harry," Draco whined, opening his eyes and turning to glare petulantly at his uncooperative lover, who was behind him. "Harder… harder… please!"
"Yes, love?" Harry grunted, continuing to push at the same agonizingly slow pace, and thoroughly ignoring the pleas made by his impatient boyfriend.
"Faster… harder… Merlin, just move!" panted Draco, gazing imploringly at Harry through half-lidded eyes that shone a molten silver, chest heaving with his labored breathing.
"I've – told you, I'm – doing – the best – I can," groaned Harry, exerting his Quidditch-toned muscles to their extent, panting heavily, as sweat dripped from his brow with the effort.
"Please… Harry… just – push – harder!" gasped Draco, eyes falling close as the burning sensation escalated to the degree of scorching.
"I – am," Harry wheezed, his arms straining from the exertion, as he yielded to the blonde's request.
"Harry… I can't… stand… must..." Draco groaned, body going tense and rigid against the all encompassing heat, as his eyes flew open to lock on Harry's.
"Oh, for Merlin's sake!" Harry cried, at his wit's end, pausing in his fruitless attempt at moving their car manually ever since the engine had broken down. "It's only about 46 degrees; a little heat won't kill you!"
"Au contraire, Harry, you're not the one who's sitting in an enclosed space without Muggle air-cooling, on a highway to nowhere, in the bloody middle of Egypt!" Draco griped, dropping the heatstroke act upon seeing Harry lose his temper.
"You try being the one pushing the car, then!" Harry snapped, leaning his weight against said automobile, and glowering at his unhelpful boyfriend. "For the past mile I've been lugging your arse and the car, while you've done nothing but sit and whine about the heat and what it's doing to your flawless skin!"
"Well, it's not my fault you had to pick Egypt of all places for our holiday," sniffed Draco, looking supremely unconcerned as he examined one no doubt perfectly manicured hand. "And you had to rent this broken down piece of Muggle junk and strand us in the middle of nowhere."
"Hey, you picked Egypt, not me," huffed an indignant Harry, though he didn't protest as to who was responsible for renting the car he was currently pushing at 1 mile an hour down an endlessly empty highway.
"Details, details," said Draco haughtily, "What matters is you got us into this mess, you have to get us out of it. In the meantime, I'll be in here catching my beauty sleep," and with that the blonde ducked his head back into the car.
Sighing resignedly, Harry heaved himself off the car and began to push again.
