A/N: A little fic I wrote for my friend, for about five minutes ago.. I don't own anything except my dirty imagination and my computer. Slash, nonbeta'd.
Pants - You get out of here.
Draco waved goodbye to the brown-haired boy who hanged out the window of the Hogwarts Express. Harry took his hand and Draco looked at him.
"They grow up so fast, don't they?" Harry said and Draco nodded. They had adopted two kids from an magical orphanage, Darren (A/N: Holy fuck! Not a dead person's name?!) and Julie. Darren was the youngest, this year he turned eleven. He had brown curly hair and blue eyes. Julie was two years older, with blond straight hair (Narcissa had been overly pleased) and green eyes.
"C'mon, lets go. I can't stand all these people looking at me." he mumbled and drove Draco away to a place where they could apparate. Harry had killed Voldemort, just as expected, and was now eye-candy for everyone. Draco had met him in a bar a year after the war, and what could he say? One thing lead to another.
Harry still held Draco's hand as the walked into the Malfoy Manor, sqeezing it tightly. Harry let it go and collapsed on the big green sofa in the living room.
"Soooooo, what do we do now? Play a game?" Harry hadn't thought about what he and Draco would do when the kids were gone. Draco stared at him and swung his finger at Harry, inviting him to come closer. Harry did what he was told and went to stand in front of Draco, hoping that they would cuddle. Draco sat on the edge of a table nonchalantly.
"I can't stop wondering.." Draco mumbled, taking his finger under his jaw to look musing.
"Are you going to tell me or not? I don't have all day, you know." Harry asked after a while of silence.
"I just can't stop wondering why you still have your pants on." Draco said shortly, stepping up from his seat and closer to Harry.
"What?"
"You heard me. Pants. Off. NOW." Draco stared into Harry's eyes, hoping he would get the message. Apparently, Harry wasn't as stupid as Draco thought, and he started fumble with his fly. Draco did the same, and suddenly there were to men standing in the middle of the living room of Malfoy Manor, both with their pants at ankles and lust in their eyes.
"Table or floor?" Draco asked kinky.
"But I'm eating on that table!" Draco only rolled his eyes and started attacking Harry's mouth with his one. Tongues were fighting for dominance and Draco won, as always. He pushed a lusty Harry to the wall.
"So, how are you going to have it? The cold floor or the steady table?" Draco asked harshly, nibbling on Harry's earlobe.
"Table. Now." was all Harry could manage, dragging Draco away.
Hours later, both Harry and Draco were panting for air.
"You know, I thought it would be boring without the kids home." Harry said after a while. "And since they're not coming home for a while, maybe we could try more furniture." Draco only smirked his famous smirk, already making up crazy ideas in his head.