Written in celebration of the cupcakes kitty_fic was blessed with at Walmart. Happy birthday, Kitty! ♥
Draco eyed the gash of brightly coloured confectionaries in horror. "Potter. What are these rainbow abominations doing in our house?"
Harry beamed at Draco, straightening from where he had been bent over the plate of cupcakes. "Aren't they cute!" he gushed, holding up the cupcakes for Draco to admire. "I found them in the birthday section of Wizardmart. It's amazing how they seemed to know just what I wanted, even before I knew it myself."
"Yes, Harry," Draco said. "It is, after all, the basic function of a Grade 3 Wizardmart."
Harry swatted Draco on his arm. "Don't pretend you know the Wizardmarts better than I do. You've barely ever set foot in one!"
"That's what House Elves are for," Draco said smugly. He leaned closer to the plate. "Wait -- are those our faces? Wouldn't this be cannibalism?"
"Don't be such a prude, Draco," Harry scolded. "What if," and Harry lowered his voice suggestively, "instead of eating them off the plate, you ate them off... me?"
"Well," Draco said, trying unsuccessfully to keep the flare of lust out of his voice, and the images of a naked, cream-coloured Potter out of his head, "I believe I could be convinced."
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Draco eyed the gash of brightly coloured confectionaries in horror. "Potter. What are these rainbow abominations doing in our house?"
Harry beamed at Draco, straightening from where he had been bent over the plate of cupcakes. "Aren't they cute!" he gushed, holding up the cupcakes for Draco to admire. "I found them in the birthday section of Wizardmart. It's amazing how they seemed to know just what I wanted, even before I knew it myself."
"Yes, Harry," Draco said. "It is, after all, the basic function of a Grade 3 Wizardmart."
Harry swatted Draco on his arm. "Don't pretend you know the Wizardmarts better than I do. You've barely ever set foot in one!"
"That's what House Elves are for," Draco said smugly. He leaned closer to the plate. "Wait -- are those our faces? Wouldn't this be cannibalism?"
"Don't be such a prude, Draco," Harry scolded. "What if," and Harry lowered his voice suggestively, "instead of eating them off the plate, you ate them off... me?"
"Well," Draco said, trying unsuccessfully to keep the flare of lust out of his voice, and the images of a naked, cream-coloured Potter out of his head, "I believe I could be convinced."