Teaching Teddy, 15
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dracoharry100Title: Teaching Teddy, 15
Author:twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x7
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: high
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!
Author's note: Comments are love!
Summary: Harry and Malfoy continue to drink beer, eat, and talk things over. There's a tomato.
Continued from part 14: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/151885.html#cutid1
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“You can tell Hermione eats here a lot,” Harry said, piling roast beef high on mustard-slathered rye; ignoring the spinach and plain sliced chicken. “She likes healthy stuff.”
“Is the catch-up for Granger, then?” Draco asked, clearly struggling with a new word. He was copying Harry, but by putting slices of turkey on mustard-covered sourdough, instead.
“The ketchup’s for Kreacher, actually,” Harry said. “He still likes to check in on the house when things are quiet at Hogwarts.”
“The house-elf?” Draco picked up the tomato, looking like he wanted it on his sandwich but didn’t understand how it became slices.
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“Yep,” Harry said. “He’s far happier at Hogwarts, I think, and I don’t need much. But it would just kill him if I let this place go, so he stops in every few days, restocks my kitchen for me, does some cleaning. In payment, I donate money in his name. Hermione claims I’m not really keeping the moral high ground, but I think it’s working out well.”
Draco seemed stunned by this unexpected explanation. He sat, silent and staring, still holding the tomato.
“Do you need me to show you how to slice that?” Harry asked, trying not to giggle.
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“Er, yes,” Draco admitted, and handed over the tomato.
“There are surely spells, but I slice tomatoes by hand,” Harry said. He stood to get a cutting board, then opened a drawer and fetched out a long, serrated knife. Draco’s eyebrows jumped high, behind his fringe.
“It’s just for the tomato, I swear,” Harry said, and pulled everything he needed as far from Draco as he could get it without leaving the kitchen.
“I knew that,” Draco scoffed unconvincingly. He finished his beer and stood, moved to peek over Harry’s shoulder. “I won’t learn anything all the way over there.”
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Slowly, Harry sliced half the tomato into thick slices, making sure Draco could see. Then he put the knife down. “Your turn!” he announced cheerfully.
Draco’s face paled, but he picked up the knife. Then he smacked at the tomato with it, as though he’d seen nothing Harry’d demonstrated.
“No, no!” Harry cried in dismay, voice high and anxious. “You have to use the serration,” he said, forcing a calmer tone. “Let me show you again.”
“No,” Draco said, confused. “If I didn’t follow watching you the first few times, I obviously need something else. Put your hand on mine?”
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Harry put a hand on Draco’s wrist.
“Too high,” Draco chided.
Harry put a hand over Draco’s knife hand, but Draco didn’t know how to hold the tomato half. So Harry ended up standing awkwardly behind, right hand on Draco’s right, left on Draco’s left.
“Back and forth,” Harry said, striving for a light tone. To his dismay, Draco stuck out his tongue, then swayed both that, and his arse, back and forth along with the movements of their left hands over the knife.
Turning red, Harry tried to pull his thickening cock away from Draco’s arse without Draco noticing.
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“I did it!” Draco exclaimed as a ragged, uneven slice of tomato fell to the cutting board.
“You sure did!” Harry said, trying to hide the erection Draco had also successfully inspired.
“Should I slice the rest?”
“Sure,” Harry said, seizing the opportunity to step fully away from Draco’s warm, swaying arse. He grabbed another beer. “Try it alone!”
“If you think I can,” Draco said, looking up at Harry with puppy-dog eyes.
“I do,” Harry said sincerely. He caught Draco’s eyes with his own and nodded, feeling like reassuring Draco was his highest purpose right now. He was helping!
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Eventually they both had half-eaten sandwiches on the table where they sat across from one another. They were down to two unopened beers and both felt slightly drunk.
Harry had long since put the knife in the sink and put the cutting board on top of it. He didn’t want any accidents.
“So,” Harry said, putting down his half-drunk beer and watching Draco chew his sandwich. “We talked about why you and your mum visit with Andromeda and Teddy, we talked about how I’m gay, and I saw how incredibly uncomfortable that made you. What else should we talk about?”
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Part 16: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/157327.html#cutid1
Author:
twisted_miracleTeam: death eaters
Word count: 100x7
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: high
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!
Author's note: Comments are love!
Summary: Harry and Malfoy continue to drink beer, eat, and talk things over. There's a tomato.
Continued from part 14: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/151885.html#cutid1
“You can tell Hermione eats here a lot,” Harry said, piling roast beef high on mustard-slathered rye; ignoring the spinach and plain sliced chicken. “She likes healthy stuff.”
“Is the catch-up for Granger, then?” Draco asked, clearly struggling with a new word. He was copying Harry, but by putting slices of turkey on mustard-covered sourdough, instead.
“The ketchup’s for Kreacher, actually,” Harry said. “He still likes to check in on the house when things are quiet at Hogwarts.”
“The house-elf?” Draco picked up the tomato, looking like he wanted it on his sandwich but didn’t understand how it became slices.
“Yep,” Harry said. “He’s far happier at Hogwarts, I think, and I don’t need much. But it would just kill him if I let this place go, so he stops in every few days, restocks my kitchen for me, does some cleaning. In payment, I donate money in his name. Hermione claims I’m not really keeping the moral high ground, but I think it’s working out well.”
Draco seemed stunned by this unexpected explanation. He sat, silent and staring, still holding the tomato.
“Do you need me to show you how to slice that?” Harry asked, trying not to giggle.
“Er, yes,” Draco admitted, and handed over the tomato.
“There are surely spells, but I slice tomatoes by hand,” Harry said. He stood to get a cutting board, then opened a drawer and fetched out a long, serrated knife. Draco’s eyebrows jumped high, behind his fringe.
“It’s just for the tomato, I swear,” Harry said, and pulled everything he needed as far from Draco as he could get it without leaving the kitchen.
“I knew that,” Draco scoffed unconvincingly. He finished his beer and stood, moved to peek over Harry’s shoulder. “I won’t learn anything all the way over there.”
Slowly, Harry sliced half the tomato into thick slices, making sure Draco could see. Then he put the knife down. “Your turn!” he announced cheerfully.
Draco’s face paled, but he picked up the knife. Then he smacked at the tomato with it, as though he’d seen nothing Harry’d demonstrated.
“No, no!” Harry cried in dismay, voice high and anxious. “You have to use the serration,” he said, forcing a calmer tone. “Let me show you again.”
“No,” Draco said, confused. “If I didn’t follow watching you the first few times, I obviously need something else. Put your hand on mine?”
Harry put a hand on Draco’s wrist.
“Too high,” Draco chided.
Harry put a hand over Draco’s knife hand, but Draco didn’t know how to hold the tomato half. So Harry ended up standing awkwardly behind, right hand on Draco’s right, left on Draco’s left.
“Back and forth,” Harry said, striving for a light tone. To his dismay, Draco stuck out his tongue, then swayed both that, and his arse, back and forth along with the movements of their left hands over the knife.
Turning red, Harry tried to pull his thickening cock away from Draco’s arse without Draco noticing.
“I did it!” Draco exclaimed as a ragged, uneven slice of tomato fell to the cutting board.
“You sure did!” Harry said, trying to hide the erection Draco had also successfully inspired.
“Should I slice the rest?”
“Sure,” Harry said, seizing the opportunity to step fully away from Draco’s warm, swaying arse. He grabbed another beer. “Try it alone!”
“If you think I can,” Draco said, looking up at Harry with puppy-dog eyes.
“I do,” Harry said sincerely. He caught Draco’s eyes with his own and nodded, feeling like reassuring Draco was his highest purpose right now. He was helping!
Eventually they both had half-eaten sandwiches on the table where they sat across from one another. They were down to two unopened beers and both felt slightly drunk.
Harry had long since put the knife in the sink and put the cutting board on top of it. He didn’t want any accidents.
“So,” Harry said, putting down his half-drunk beer and watching Draco chew his sandwich. “We talked about why you and your mum visit with Andromeda and Teddy, we talked about how I’m gay, and I saw how incredibly uncomfortable that made you. What else should we talk about?”
Part 16: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/157327.html#cutid1
