96 Hour Slash and Femslash (Fred/Draco)
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The chime of the joke shop front door opening drew Fred's attention from the tax books he had been working on. Spotting the head of untidy blonde hair walking towards the front desk, Fred shoved the boxes aside.
"Hello handsome." He smirked at the male. "Just what brings you by today?"
Dropping a large bag of materials for the joke shop onto the counter, Draco leveled him with a tight glare. "No more runs. I am done for the day."
"But-"
"You don't even pay me," Draco grumbled. "I do all the work and I get nothing out of this. We really need to talk about-"
He was cut off when Fred leaned over the counter and pressed his lips against the thin pair of the blonde. Draco chuckled, pushing back against the ginger. They broke apart after a moment, foreheads pressed together.
"Thank you for making those runs," Fred said, his breath brushing against Draco's bangs. "You know, the backroom is open at the moment. George and Ron will be gone for a few more hours. We can get a couple of rounds in."
Draco looked thoughtful for a moment before smirking. He reached forward, his finger slinking under Fred's collar, drawing him back down. "Shut up Weasley. What am I, your convenient shag buddy?"
Fred chuckled, kissing Draco's lips briefly. "You are so much more." He leapt over the counter, landing next to the blonde. He encircled Draco, his face hovering inches away.
"But I will admit, you make for a fine shag," Fred smirked, turning and walking away, making sure to swish his hips just enough.
Draco watched the sight, licking his lips. He started to follow, before glancing back at the bag on the counter. "I hope you know, I'm not carrying that bag back here."
Fred didn't respond, instead reached forward, and pulling Draco into the backroom. The bag he'd brought was forgotten.