Title: Seeds
Rating: G
Words:522
Note: Written for Queerditchpub over at livejournal.
Harry had a plan. And this one he had thought out well in advance. Meaning he made the plan two days ago, spoke to Pansy Parkinson - a difficult feat and even more difficult to get her to agree - and thought about what he would say.
And so far, the plan was working. Pansy and Draco were sitting outside under a large oak tree. Draco was eating watermelon and Pansy - well, Harry didn't care what Pansy was doing because it wasn't central to the plan. She just had to be a good actress.
Harry opened his eyes wide and let out a gasp as he trotted over to the two Slytherins. Draco and Pansy looked up. The latter was trying to hide a smile while the former scowled.
"What's wrong with you Potter?" He took another bite of the watermelon and some pink juice dribbled down his chin. Harry was efficiently distracted by it. Oh, how he wished to lick it away, then trail his tongue up to those pink lips and - Pansy let out a cough.
Harry shook his head. He tapped his foot against the ground and pretended to be debating in his head. "You know eating watermelon seeds makes you grow a watermelon inside you, right?" he blurted.
The watermelon in Draco's hand stopped on an upward movement. He stared at Harry then turned to Pansy, who, thank Marlin, gasped loudly and jumped to her feet.
"Oh, Draco!" she moaned. "I'm so sorry! I totally forgot to tell you. Oh my God, spit it out. Now!" She put her hands to her mouth, probably to hide a grin Harry thought, but her eyes looked horror stuck so Harry didn't mind.
Draco dropped the offending fruit as if it burnt him. Harry couldn't believe he had actually bought that, even though Pansy had told him Draco believed almost everything she said and never had watermelon before.
"Pansy!" Draco yelled, his voice leaking panic. "How could you not remember? I've never had it before, you know that. I'm going to get all fat and - what if I die! I ha-"
"Hey," Harry cut in. "There is a way to get rid of it…I can help," he suggested.
Pansy had to turn around. Harry suspected she was about to die from laughter. Draco, unlike his friend, gazed open-eyed at Harry.
"Well, how, how? Are you going to Accio it? Will that wor-" But once again Harry cut Draco off. This time he moved forward and pressed his lips onto Draco's. The kiss started out chaste but then Harry slipped his tongue into Draco's mouth, and Draco moaned. Harry was lost in it.
Draco tasted like watermelon, Harry realized once they pulled away. Harry had never liked watermelon before but it tasted delicious on Draco. Harry leant in for more when Draco's hand shot out and stopped him.
"Does that help it?" He tried to appear calm and collected but Harry could see desire in his eyes.
Harry smiled. "Or you could try bringing it back up."
Draco pulled Harry's chin forward and winked at Pansy over Harry's shoulder.