Author's Note: This fic was actually created for a challenge on a forum, but I thought it was amusing so I decided to share it with everyone.
"Wine, Draco?" Oliver asked, removing the cork from the bottle.
"Indeed," Draco replied.
He held out his glass and watched as Oliver clumsily poured some of the liquor.
"Ooh red, my favourite." His tongue roved over his lips in a self satisfied smack.
"I've got something for you," Oliver said shyly.
He brought forward a single white rose that had been concealed behind his back. Draco
smiled, pulling Oliver down onto his lap.
"It's beautiful," he said.
Oliver grinned back, pecking Draco lightly on the lips, then said, "I thought it matched
your hair."
The blonde was about to reply when he smelled something burning in the direction of the
kitchen.
"What's that smell?" he sniffed the air lightly.
"Ack!" Oliver jumped out of Draco's lap and ran full speed to the location of the smoke.
"My tofurkey! It's RUINED!" he screamed.
"Your what?" Draco said, confused.
Oliver came back into the room, walking slowly and carrying a small burnt turkey. He
sobbed slightly, tears brimming in his eyes.
"My tofurkey," he said again.
"And that is?"
Draco smirked at the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but think it was funny that
Oliver was so worked up about this.
"A turkey made out of tofu. I spent 10 pounds on this stupid thing," Oliver looked down
at the tarred tofurkey, then discarded it in the waste paper bin.
"Would you like your monkey?" Draco rubbed Oliver's back affectionately, he was always
a little sensitive about his cooking. The other boy nodded.
Draco got up and walked over to a big shelf that contained a rather absurd amount of
stuffed animals Oliver had collected over the years.
Grabbing his beloved stuffed boxing monkey, Draco walked back to the table and
beckoned Oliver back into his lap. Once Oliver got settled, they cuddled, the monkey still
in Draco's hand.
They both sighed contentedly. The tofurkey was burnt, but at least they had each other.
"Wine, Draco?" Oliver asked, removing the cork from the bottle.
"Indeed," Draco replied.
He held out his glass and watched as Oliver clumsily poured some of the liquor.
"Ooh red, my favourite." His tongue roved over his lips in a self satisfied smack.
"I've got something for you," Oliver said shyly.
He brought forward a single white rose that had been concealed behind his back. Draco
smiled, pulling Oliver down onto his lap.
"It's beautiful," he said.
Oliver grinned back, pecking Draco lightly on the lips, then said, "I thought it matched
your hair."
The blonde was about to reply when he smelled something burning in the direction of the
kitchen.
"What's that smell?" he sniffed the air lightly.
"Ack!" Oliver jumped out of Draco's lap and ran full speed to the location of the smoke.
"My tofurkey! It's RUINED!" he screamed.
"Your what?" Draco said, confused.
Oliver came back into the room, walking slowly and carrying a small burnt turkey. He
sobbed slightly, tears brimming in his eyes.
"My tofurkey," he said again.
"And that is?"
Draco smirked at the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but think it was funny that
Oliver was so worked up about this.
"A turkey made out of tofu. I spent 10 pounds on this stupid thing," Oliver looked down
at the tarred tofurkey, then discarded it in the waste paper bin.
"Would you like your monkey?" Draco rubbed Oliver's back affectionately, he was always
a little sensitive about his cooking. The other boy nodded.
Draco got up and walked over to a big shelf that contained a rather absurd amount of
stuffed animals Oliver had collected over the years.
Grabbing his beloved stuffed boxing monkey, Draco walked back to the table and
beckoned Oliver back into his lap. Once Oliver got settled, they cuddled, the monkey still
in Draco's hand.
They both sighed contentedly. The tofurkey was burnt, but at least they had each other.