Limber
Harry fidgeted as he watched his boyfriend warm up. A good distance from them stood Marcus Flint. The brute had challenged Draco to a fight- winner gets a kiss from Harry.
The Gryffindor was a bit miffed at suddenly becoming a prize to be won.
He was more worried about his boyfriend though.
"Are you sure you're up to this?"
Draco sniffed at him. "I'm as limber as a pixiehorse."
Harry stared. "Draco…..a pixiehorse has no knees."
"Point?"
Flint stalked over, jeering at Draco.
"Come on Malfoy. Let's get this over with- I want my kiss."
Harry gagged slightly at the older Slytherin's leer.
Draco slid out of his robes and strode out to meet his challenger. With quick reflexes, the Malfoy heir struck his former captain in the stomach before stiffening his leg and delivering a sharp kick to the groin.
Flint dropped to the ground, wailing in pain as Draco walked back to his boyfriend, smirking.
"A pixiehorse."
Harry grinned and leaned in to deliver the reward. "My pixiehorse."
A/N: Prompt from a. lafaye: I'm as limber as a pixiehorse. So damn funny.
S.Tangerine
