For Tuesday
Really
Words:232
Pairing: Harry/Draco
I try not to make any noise as I enter the house.
I should have been home hours ago, it's Friday night and the kids are at the Hermione and Ron's house and because of that it's the one of the few nights we can fully enjoy ourselves – you know, as loud as we want – but, of course, with my luck I had a late meeting at the Auror Office.
I'm so dead.
Slowly I open the door. The hallway is dark; I can't hear anything so maybe I will make it; I take off my shoes and put them in the closet, then my coat.
I'm not stupid and I know him to well. I'm sure he is waiting for me in our bedroom just so he can have the pleasure of denying me tonight.
He is that evil. But really, really pretty. And really, really sweet.
I turn to the kitchen to grab something to eat since I'm know he already put the dinner in the fridge and I don't want to have to reheat it because I'm sure he will feel the spell. Maybe if I take long enough he will fall asleep – he is really, really cute when he is asleep, like a blond angel and―
"Harry Potter!"
'Fuck!' I turn around and try to smile sheepishly, he is so furious. Sometimes, he can be really, really scary.
Yay! They are back.
Harry: I missed you so much, sugarplum, cutest bonbon in the world-
Draco: I know (*rubs noses together*) I miss you too, Harry bear, sweetest muffin in the whole world-
Me: Okay! That's enough.