A/N: Whoop dee do… Purple yams are so sweet… -rambles off in nonsense-

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Merry Christmas to my wonderful readers! :D

Warning: Flying popcorn.

22 December 2008

On the tenth day of Christmas…

"You know, Potter, you're a sheep in a lion's clothing," Draco commented to this boyfriend. Harry pressed his head deeper into Draco's bicep.

"Shut up! I should be very angry at you for even suggesting this," Harry muttered. "You know I don't like… this kind of stuff." Harry blindly waved his hand at where their television was.

"Well, I'm glad you introduced me to a telly," Draco drawled. He looked down and snickered when Harry let out a small whimper. "Oh, don't be such a baby, Harry."

Just then, the background music of whatever was on screen let out a low, rumbling noise. Harry let out a squeak of terror and tried to burrow his way into Draco's jumper. The blond laughed and wrapped his arms around the smaller man.

"Harry, it's just a horror movie… And I picked one that wasn't too scary." Harry shook his head on Draco's chest; the blond sighed. "You're not even looking!"

Harry squirmed and wiggled away from Draco. He had been holding a bowl of popcorn and he felt a little bit bad for pressing it into Draco's stomach.

"I-I just don't like them," Harry mumbled; he scooted away and glared at Draco, chest puffed out. "Fine! I'll watch it if it makes you—"

Grrrawwrrr…!! Went the television.

"AH! NO!" Harry's arms flew into the air, the bowl of popcorn going with them. Oily, buttered popcorn flew everywhere, most landed on Draco's head. "Fuck this!" Harry dropped the plastic bowl and left the living room without glancing back.

Draco blinked once, twice, thrice. Bits of popcorn rolled down his hair and into his lap. He closed his eyes and swiped at his cheeks, getting rid of the buttered crumbs. Draco wanted to laugh at Harry, but… The man threw popcorn on him!

"POTTER!!"

... ten pieces of buttered popcorn

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A/N: This was seriously a drabble :P

Draco: Potter! You get your arse out here!
Me: I got pictures! I got—
Draco: Go back to your room, Gio. –points at door-

Me: T-T