Groan. Legs shifted. Second groan. Muffled moan.
"Hush, Malfoy."
"Up, Harry."
"Shut it." Groan. More shifting.
"Time to get up, Harry." Gentle, dangerous, coaxing.
"Pillows don't talk, Malfoy." Heavy grumble.
"But—"
"NO."
Rustle of cloth. Hollow gasp.
"Put. The. Blanket. Back. Prat!"
"It is not my fault you lack the ability of being conscious before noon, Harry. However, I wish for you to accompany me to Diagon Alley, for it would be most troublesome going by myself. So, get up!"
Moan. Flop. Hum.
"Getting up would be easier with a sweetener." Muffled grumble.
Groan.
"You really should have been a Slytherin."
Scoff. Scoot. Long, sweet, kiss.
"Now I'm ready to listen." Smile.
Return smile. "You're insatiable."
"But you love me regardless."
"Salazar knows why…"
Smiles.
Kiss.
End.
Hey, so I know I've been too fluffy. And I believe some more fluff to be on the way. This is one of those "Lazy drabbles" that took 2 minutes in class and an extra 3 for edit and addition.
This one my editor did read, but she didn't change..not sure if she was just lazy, or if there was nothing wrong with it . ...Oh, well. Prompts are still appreciated.
R&R please :D
Pomme de Terre, Gut Harr!