Disclaimer: If I owned the characters, my name would be J.K. Rowling and I wouldn't be writing fanfics.
Author's note: Thanks to She-Who-Is-Not-To-Be-Psyc for encouraging me to translate this fic. English is not my language, so I apologize for any mistake with spelling or grammar in the story. I would like to find a beta-reader to help me with the translations of my other fics.
"Harry à la crème"
"You can't leave me like that!"
"Why not?"
"After all that has happened... "
"If you're talking about the wild monkey sex we just had, Potter, let's say I was making sure the raw material is – satisfactory".
"But... "
"You already know Malfoys only get the best items, don't you? I had to check I wouldn't be poisoned with a low-quality product."
He comes close to the other boy to whisper in his ear: "Tomorrow I'll have the best 'Harry à la crème' for breakfast."
And he turns to go out of the kitchen, leaving behind a naked boy struggling with the jelly cake which traps him, with no success.
When he reaches the door, he turns round again and smirks:
"You're lucky; I've already told the house-elves to serve breakfast in my bedroom."
~ FIN ~
Alohomora