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Bedding Problems
I wasn't planning to do anything on this proud Bring Back the Porn Day, but I woke up with this in my head, so...
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Those belong to Rowling. I make no money from this.
Further disclaimer: Everybody in the story is of age (and everybody reading it should be, too).
More fluff than porn; Suggestive but not blatant; Plot? What plot? Handsome young men rolling around in bed together, who needs a stinkin' plot?
Word Count: 415
“There’s something wrong with my bed,” Harry stated. Firmly. He was not, despite his flatmate’s expression, whinging.
Malfoy scowled down at the offending piece of furniture. “What? Aside from the cheap sheets, Muggle pillows, and Weasley quilt?”
Harry heaved an immense sigh.
“I’m not a member of your fan club, Potter. If you want to borrow my spare sheets, you just have to say so, but I’m not making the bed for you.” Draco looked faintly green. “You needn’t even tell me why you need them.”
Harry bit his lower lip, emphasizing it’s fullness and reddening it. “Just look at it, Malfoy. Doesn’t it seem to be... missing something?”
“Pillows, sheets, blanket, that horrendous quilt—Weasleys shouldn’t be allowed near needles of any kind, really—all in order for the great Harry Potter’s bed.”
Harry harrumphed. “Look, just lay down on it. I tell you, it just feels wrong.”
Malfoy’s eyes narrowed with interest. “D’you mean it might be cursed? It’s what you get for sneaking girls in at all hours.” He cackled. “Merlin only knows what you’ve picked up from your floozies.”
Harry bore this in stoic silence. When Malfoy made no move to comply with his request, he sneered, “Scared, Malfoy?”
Those grey eyes narrowed even further and Malfoy threw himself onto the bed.
The multi-colored quilt Ginny had given him did not set off Malfoy’s coloring very well.
“It feels fine to me, though the quilt’s lumpy and how you can stand sandpaper pillowcases is beyond me.”
Harry crossed his arms and prowled around the bed. “Well, now it looks like there’s too much on there.”
Malfoy rolled his eyes.
“Hmm,” Harry drew his wand and was waving it before Malfoy even had time to squeak. “There, that’s perfect.” He devoured the now revealed expanse of pale flesh avidly. “Perfectly proportioned,” he murmured half to himself.
“Potter, what—”
Harry pounced onto the bed and nuzzled Draco’s collarbone. The cold-hearted Slytherin warmed very quickly.
“Potter—Oh, Merlin—we fight all the time.”
“This gives us—hmm—more chance to make up. Never go to bed angry, they say.”
“Harry—”
“I might get lonely at night. I had a very upsetting childhood.”
“Did you—uh—Merlin—fine—” Draco groaned and Harry had one moment’s warning in those pale eyes before he was rolled onto his back. Draco leered down at him. “My old bedroom will make a wonderful game room. But we’re using my sheets.”
Harry certainly couldn’t argue with that.
"Now," Draco purred, "where's your lube?"