Disclaimer: Not mine. JK Rowling owns them.
Title: A Wynter's Tale
Warnings: Read at your own risk. It's mostly all slash.
Why did I do this again? A good portion of us at the Harem (the Kloset) were a bit sad that there weren't any more drabbles. Wynter, who is awesome, decided to start them up again (which is why this collection is named after her). All of the drabbles (one shots?) that are written by me were written during the course of Wynter's drabble-thon in July of the summer of 2011. Enjoy!
Tori wants Dean Thomas/Harry, "Why's there paint on my arse?"
Dean knew early on in his relationship with Harry that things weren't going to go as he wanted it to go. That is that things weren't going to miraculously fall into place and that he'd stop getting marriage proposals at their three year anniversary when he had spent the entire day trying to figure out how the hell one went about making treacle tart anyway. He also didn't expect that Harry was quite the artist when he wasn't off saving the world one baby at a time at the pediatrics ward of St. Mungo's.
"Harry, you know I love you and all, and that's saying something considering that just last week that French princess thought you were going to marry her, but why's there paint on my arse, pray tell?" Dean asked as he turned around in his lovely new trousers that he had gotten for the opening of his gallery. New trousers that now sported matching vibrant yellow handprints on them.
Harry frowned and looked at his hands and then at Dean's arse. "Oh, I was… painting the nursery earlier, remember?" Harry asked sheepishly and ruffled his hair, getting yellow paint on his wild locks. "It's your fault. You distracted me with that kiss… and you know how I like your bum; it's so umph!" he said and continued making grabbing motions with his hands. Said grabbing motions more than likely grabbing Dean's invisible bum.
"You are aware that I just spent the last three hours with handprints on my arse?" Dean asked and stalked forward.
"Well, good! Now people know that you're mine," Harry said satisfied as he picked up a can of green paint and sauntered over to their nursery. "Oh, do you want to help me paint the frogs?"
Dean sighed. Yep, nothing was going to fall into place, but when the hell had his life ever been a puzzle that had all the right pieces? Especially with Harry Potter in their lives.
I hope you enjoyed this one. The next one will be: Harry/Draco Prompt: "Overprotective older brothers." he snarled. You can send prompts and requests.
