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See disclaimer in Chapter 1. Not mine.
For FaeryQueen07, who is feeling poorly. Thanks to Ms. Marauder-Cullen for the prompt.
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Prompt: Tap dancing
"Oh," Draco gasped, holding a hand up to his mouth. "Oh Merlin. I think I'm going to be ill."
Harry looked up in concern, peering around the edge of his laptop so he could see Draco.
"Was it dinner?" Harry asked, hoping Draco said no. He was rather attached to the Muggle-run fish and chips shop down the street where they'd eaten a few hours earlier. Draco hated it, and if he had food poisoning, Harry knew there was no way he'd ever get him to go back.
"No," Draco said, his grey eyes looking unusually large against his pale face. "No, it's my computer. I think I have a virus."
Harry snorted, leaning back in his chair and returning to the web chat he'd been having with Dean.
"Draco, we've been over this. I swear, you're as bad as Arthur," he said, laughing as he recounted the conversation for his old friend. Dean loved what they'd come to call Witless Wizard stories about how purebloods interacted with technology.
"I'm serious," Draco said, beginning to look a little green. "My laptop has a virus, and it's making me ill."
Harry sighed, letting Dean know he'd be away from their chat window for a bit and pushing his laptop aside so he could go help his husband.
"Computer viruses do not make you sick," he said condescendingly.
"This one does," Draco muttered, turning his own laptop so Harry could see it.
Harry stared, too horrified by the video of a naked woman that had taken over Draco's screen to look away.
"Oh God," he groaned, feeling his own stomach turn.
"See?" Draco whispered, too disgusted to take much pleasure in being right.
"That's just –" Harry cocked his head, eyes involuntarily riveted on the bouncing breasts. "Is she tap dancing?"