Disclaimer: Not mine. JK Rowling owns them.

Title: A Wynter's Tale

Warnings: Read at your own risk. It's mostly all slash.

Why did I do this again? A good portion of us at the Harem (the Kloset) were a bit sad that there weren't any more drabbles. Wynter, who is awesome, decided to start them up again (which is why this collection is named after her). All of the drabbles (one shots?) that are written by me were written during the course of Wynter's drabble-thon in July of the summer of 2011. Enjoy!


Tori wants Terry Boot/Harry, "You can't learn that from a book!"

"You can't learn that from a book!"

Terry raised a brow at the girl tending to the costumers up front and nearly being overwhelmed for orders of fairy cakes and tea. The exclamation from the back room of the small shop finalized his theory that Harry Potter was taking advantage of his employee.

"Harry, Meryll looks like she's about to get eaten alive by your costumers," Terry commented and put the bag of food on the island table cleared of everything but a mixing bowl and a book Harry had spread out in front of him. "I brought some curry since you didn't get to eat some last time I brought some."

"Hmm, thank you," Harry smiled brightly and pushed one of the bar stools out so that Terry could sit next to him. "Can you believe this trash? This girl just defeated and orc by fighting it with a sword that she learned to use from a book! How in the seven hell is that even believable?"

"It a lot more believable than that muggle woman who wrote about unicorns… without horns," Terry said with a roll of his eyes and Harry slammed the book closed and tossed it on the other side of the large kitchen in disgust.

"Ugh. Don't remind me. Today's literature is complete and total trash," Harry said and rummaged through the food bag for his container of curry. "Unicorns without horns," he snorted and shook his head. "Next thing you know they'll have vampires that attend school for all eternity."

Terry laughed and wondered at the imagination of his lover at times. A crash from the front of the store made him pause with the spoon halfway to his mouth.

"You should stop buying trashy books without plot and get someone else to help out Meryll," he suggested and licked his spoon. "Poor girl is going to be writing death threats at your door next time."

"I've already hired Vincent Pokello," Harry shrugged and stood from his chair when a bell chimed in the large kitchen and he went over to the ovens to take out some cakes and fairy cakes to cool. "She'll get the rest of the week off for being awesome and dealing with me for so long."

"And you'll stop buying trashy books and actually pick something worthwhile every now and then?"

"Write me one and I'll stop," Harry countered and went back to his food once he was done taking out the various pastries out of the oven.

"Here, I wrote you one," Terry said taking one of his side bag and smirking at Harry. "It officially comes out in stores tomorrow, so you can't tell anyone," he continued once Harry had the book in his hand and a spoon in the other. "You're no longer listening to me, are you?"

"Sure, love," Harry mumbled and spooned some curry into his mouth, eyes already devouring the book.


Next one will be: Harry/Fawkes and caught in the act.