Another warning. I'm not the most romantic person. I don't know how to do sweet things. Why I've chosen to write sweet and fluffy fanfiction, I'll never know. However, I hope I'm improving, and hopefully I'll be able to tell through your reactions in the reviews that ya'll are going to leave me, right?
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Day 29: Doing Something Sweet
Draco had broken his arm. He had been out flying when a very strong gust of wind came and knocked him off of his broom. Luckily, he wasn't so far up in the air so his broken arm was the only injury he had.
Madam Pomfrey had run out of Skele-grow, so she had to put Draco's arm in a cast for now while she waited for the next shipment to come in.
"It's not Quidditch season," she said, clicking her tongue, "I wasn't expecting any broken bones."
That was two weeks ago, and the shipment of Skele-grow still hadn't come in yet. Draco was moping in his room when his boyfriend came in carrying a thick slab of Triple Chocolate German cake and a fork.
"'lo," said Harry. He grinned sheepishly, "I've noticed you've been a bit mopey lately, so I thought some cake would make you feel better. Its your favorite."
Draco almost smiled when he remembered, "I broke my dominant hand. I can't use a fork."
Harry grinned, "That's alright," he said as he plopped down on the bed next to where Draco was sitting. Draco sat up a bit, curious as to what his boyfriend was planning.
Harry's grin widened as he cut a piece of the cake with the fork and held it up towards Draco's mouth. Draco rolled his eyes, crossed his arms to his best ability, but opened his mouth anyway. Harry slipped the fork between Draco's lips and Draco closed his mouth around the fork. Harry slid the fork out of his mouth and Draco chewed and swallowed, savoring each and every bite.
He opened his mouth again, and Harry laughed, but obliged, bringing another piece of cake up to Draco's mouth.
In a short time, the cake was gone, and Harry was holding Draco in his arms, his back resting against the headboard of the bed. He buried his nose in Draco's neck.
"By the way," he said, "Madam Pomfrey told me that a new shipment of Skele-grow just arrived."
Draco sat up, "Really?"
Harry nodded.
"Why didn't you say that in the first place!" cried Draco as he shot out of bed and ran to the door, "Come on, Harry!"
Harry sighed and rolled his eyes, a little disappointed their sweet moment was over, but happy that his boyfriend would finally get that nasty cast off. It was really ruining their sex life.
You know the drill.
~littleblueweirdo
