A While In The Life…: Fairies
"I had to write a report on some dodgy fairies today."
An exaggerated gasp. "Draco! I'm offended!"
Harry received a whack to the face for his exclamation. The two of them were curled up on the sofa, Harry flicking through channels on the television, Draco staring into the fire and trying to ignore the suspicious Muggle invention. He resumed his recount of the day as if he hadn't been interrupted.
"Yes, some fairies have been zooming around, trying to force small children into believing they exist. Some sort of Creature Rights campaign... I think they even have a name."
"Hmmm," Harry pondered half-mindedly, whilst focusing on the black screen before him, "that's strange."
Draco had picked up on the fact that he only had half of the other's attention, but made no comment on it, choosing instead to frown and talk slightly louder.
"That's what I thought. Who would go around forcing people to believe in fairies?"
"Peter Pan did," replied Harry immediately. He looked down into those luscious silver eyes and forgot not only what he was talking about but the remote control in his hands. It dropped down and hit him in the crotch, startling him from his reverie.
"Peter Pan?" Draco inquired, smirking, "Who's that? A dish cleaner?"
"You don't know the story of Peter Pan? By J.M. Barrie, no?"
And Draco listened whilst a slightly shocked Harry told him everything of the Muggle story. He listened enchantedly, and seemed put out when it finished.
"Here, I think I have the DVD for it somewhere," Harry said suddenly, shaking Draco off and leaping off the sofa, "let me just find it. . ."
"Erm, I'm sure that won't be necessary-"
"Of course it is! You can't know the story and not watch the film, that's just mental! Now, would you prefer the Disney version, or the real-people one?"
Draco was confused. Positively and utterly confused. He pulled himself up into a sitting position on the sofa whilst wondering what on earth a DVD was, what a Disney was and why they weren't real people. All he knew was that Harry had put a silver circle into a sliding compartment and was now fiddling around with that Muggle contraption. He shuddered; this couldn't come to anything good at all. By the time Harry had come back to Draco, given him some time to get comfortable (i.e. place Harry's arm around his shoulder, curl his legs up under himself, rest his head on Harry's side and wrap an arm around his waist) and reached again for the remote control, Draco was absolutely frightened.
The film didn't turn out to be at all bad; at times, Draco would look up to see Harry mouthing off lines, and snigger at him. This often brought a smile to Harry's lips, or a stroke of Draco's hair. When the scruffy-looking boy in the tights (Draco assumed that they weren't watching the "Disney" version, as all of the people were real) started going on about fairies, Draco felt a hell of a lot of irony. When he smiled, however, and kept smiling for ages, a certain uneasiness spread around the two of them.
They stayed in their comfortable position on the sofa until long after the credits rolled up and off the screen. Only then did Harry remove his arm from its rightful place on Draco's shoulder and stretch it out. He dislodged more of Draco's limbs from his body and went over to collect the DVD. There was a definite feel of lethargy in the air.
"Seriously messed up child, that," Draco yawned, sitting up and stretching his arms out, "who wouldn't believe in Fairies? Fool. Oh well... 'Twas an ok film."
"Draco, it's a Muggle film. Muggles don't believe in fairies," Harry replied, exasperated and amused. "And it was rated only ok? Not even alright? Just plain, old, boring ok?"
Draco shrugged. He was hard to please. Harry laughed and placed a kiss on his partner's soft lips. Draco responded to it immediately, before pulling away and holding out his arms pathetically.
"Help me up," he whined, "I have work to do."
"Work? Nothing to do with dodgy fairies, is it, Slytherin?"
"Precisely what it is, Gryffindor."
"Oh, alright then," Harry teased, "if it's about those damned fairies I must away to let you get on."
"Shut it, Scarface," Draco replied, humouring him. He pulled Harry in for a sensitive kiss, hands tracing the back of his neck and pulling on his black, messy hair.
Harry pulled away.
"No. Work. Go."
Draco reluctantly wandered over to his desk, scowling and muttering obscenities under his breath.
"Love you too, darling."
Harry's words and the sound of his entertained chuckle put Draco into a respectively better mood. He turned around, growled slightly, opened his arms and blew Harry a kiss.
Translated: all yours, baby!
He sat at the desk and returned to his work smiling, happier than he had been all day.