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Gryffindor Auction Prompt: Day 26, Auction 3: Caressing someone's cheek
Word Count: 319
Am I Pretty?
Harry startled when a hand landed on his cheek, caressing the skin there. He turned into it to see who it was, sighing in relief when he realised it was Bill.
"You're pretty," Bill told him seriously, and Harry chuckled.
"You're pretty too," he said, "but you're also very drunk."
Bill blinked at him and then nodded. "You're right. Am very very drunk. S'good though. You're very very pretty."
Laughing, Harry shook his head, dislodging Bill's hand. "I'm going to tease you so hard about this in the morning."
"I'll still think you're pretty," Bill told him softly. "Even with a hangover. You're always pretty."
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Harry was cooking breakfast the following morning when Bill walked into the kitchen and slumped down at the table.
Harry snorted at him, pouring a fresh coffee for him from the pot. Bill made a noise of thanks before he practically inhaled the coffee in one long gulp.
Rolling his eyes, Harry refilled the cup.
"How did you sleep?" he asked, returning his attention to the bacon he'd been cooking.
Bill was the first to have made use of Harry's guest room in his newly purchased and renovated house, and he was hoping for a good review. He'd chosen the furniture very carefully to make sure he had a home, rather than a house.
Bill eyeballed him. "Fine until I opened my eyes and was assaulted by the sun."
Harry snorted. "You can't blame the window because you have a hangover."
"Uh huh."
Harry placed a plate in front of him, complete with bacon, sausage and eggs, with beans and toast and even some fried mushrooms.
"You're a wonderful human," Bill muttered.
Harry sat down with his plate and grinned. "But am I still pretty?"
Bill choked, and then flushed scarlet red, before he looked up to meet Harry's eyes. "I told you, Harry. I always think you're pretty. Even when I'm hungover."