Hello. This isn't M Rated, it has slash but nothing explicit. So, i was actuallly pretty tired when i wrote this so don't be suprised if it's not my best.
I don't own Harry Potter.
Butterbeer
"One butterbeer please,"
"Of course sir. Here you g-"
"Merlin….It's Harry Potter!"
"What?"
"Where?"
"Here?"
While the patrons of the Leaky Cauldron were whispering and gossiing about the-boy-who-lived. The mentioned savior in a black robe crept out the door like a shadow. The sharp crack of apparition echoed in Diagon Alley.
"Tom! I'm back,"
"No need to yell like a simpleton," Tom Riddle sneered but Harry Potter paid no attention and instead kissed the Dark Lord on the cheek, ignoring the threatening growl.
"Why so cranky today?" the question was ignored. Harry gave a suffering sigh as his lover continued to read the papers in front of him.
Growing uncomfortable with the silence, Harry started to talk, "So today I went to get a butterbeer, you know, you probably knew that from the butterbeer in my hand. And then, everybody started like getting all excited from the great Harry Potter so I had to of course leave, and then-"
Tom held up a hand to stop the raven haired man's ramblings. "Harry, I would love to hear about all the tiny…trifling…
s-specific...details about your day," this of course was said with heavy sarcasm worthy of a Slytherin, "I really need to get this paperwork done so please be quiet. Read a book…if you can," the last part was inaudibly grumbled but Harry heard it.
While mumbling protests and insults about the workaholic he was in love with, Harry summoned a book and sat on the bed in the center of the room and started to read. After about five sentences into the first page, Harry was aware of something very important. This book was very boring and terribly dull.
Quietly throwing the book down, the Chosen One started to drink his forgotten butterbeer.
Sip
Sip
Slurp
"Harry…."
"What?"
Tom gave his boyfriend a sharp look which made the pair of emerald eyes flinch.
BREAK
The wooden chair gave a vulgar screech as Tom stood up and made his way to the bed where Harry was. He rolled his shoulder and yawned. He really hated having to work late especially since there would be less time together with his partner. The look on Harry's face was the picture of perfect innocence, with his red lips, long black eyelashes and cute little nose. The Dark Lord gave a small chuckle as he saw a butterbeer mustache on his lover's face. He leaned down, sticking his tongue out and licked the mustache off slowly…and…sensually.
Tom's eyes widened as the pair of green eyes snapped open and a small smirk adorned the pale face.
"Done with your work?" there was a hum of agreement and a small whisper of apology.
"You know, I think I spilled my butterbeer," Tom raised his eyebrow.
"It got my shirt wet. Can you check if it got my pants wet too?"
Tom threw his head back laughing and then leaned down to bestow the man beneath him a loving kiss.
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