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Drabble - All's Fair in Love and Wards H/D
Title: Future Fic Drabble (~600 words) for All's Fair in Love and Wards
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
phoenixacid is the American Idol expert, so this if for her :)
Just thrown together and not-beta'd so feel free to point out anything scary.



"Draco, wake up. Wake up."

I hear the hushed tone of Harry's voice and someone is shaking me.

"Wake up."

Oh.

"I felt the wards trip."

"I didn't feel anything," I murmur, and then clear my throat and open my eyes. His wand is lit and I squint to allow my eyes to adjust.

"You sleep like the dead. It woke me up. A tingling. Sort of."

"Someone trying to break in?"

"I don't know. I felt something, but nothing now."

I grab my wand from the bedside table and cast an intruder scan. "Nothing," I say.

"I didn't get anything either."

"Then why in seven hells did you wake me?" I do not function well without my beauty sleep.

"I felt… something."

"Go back to bed, Harry." I tuck my wand under my pillow and collapse back down. When he's still not lying down after a minute, I say, "It was probably one of my father's bloody peacocks. Go back to sleep."

I curl up against him. He's naked as am I. It's been a hot summer and despite the cooling charms, we've taken to sleeping in the nude. Makes our morning shag that much easier anyway. "Do you need some help relaxing?" I purr into his armpit, and reach out for his cock. It's completely soft, but after some light caresses it begins to perk up.

"Mmmmm," he sighs, and finally puts his wand down in favor of running his fingers through my hair. I kiss down his chest and stomach and take him in my mouth. "Mmmmm," he sighs again.

There's a loud thump from the hallway. Within seconds we both have our wands and are standing on either side of my bedroom doorway.

"On three," Harry mouths at me. "One, two, th—"

"Stupefy," I yell as I blindly jump into the hallway.

"Draco!" It's Mother's voice.

"Lumos!" Father's.

And so there we are, Harry and I, in the hallway, naked, wands drawn, half-hard, and wondering if it would've been better if my spell had actually hit one of my parents. Or both. We should run back into my room, but of course we stand there like complete idiots while my parents gape and try to possibly make any sense of the images in front of them.

"Nox! " Father says, and I'm immediately grateful that one of us has a brain. The darkness prompts Harry and I to return to my bedroom, slam the door shut, and don our dressing gowns.

"You stay here," I say. "I'll go talk to them."

"You still haven't told them?" he asks.

I shake my head.

"It's been six months."

"I was waiting for the right time. I needed to wait and—"

"Because this is so much better."

"Harry! Not helping."

"You said you told them."

"I… I didn't know how."

"How about Harry and I are in love and we live together?"

"Don't forget that you have full access to the Manor wards, mustn't forget that!" I snap.

"Draco," he whines, and tries to reach out for my hand. I let him take it. "I'll come with you."

"Probably not a great idea."

"But I'm going to. Besides it can't get any worse."

I snort at that.

"This is one of those things," he says, "that we'll be laughing about years from now."

"You're so sentimental."

He kisses my nose.

"How are your memory charms?" I ask.

"Excellent."

"Be ready. Then we'll really be able to laugh about this years from now."

We head out the door together.