The Art of Persuasion - AWDT fic
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moonlite_trystTitle: The Art of Persuasion
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lusiology
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 622
Summary: Harry tries to offer Draco an incentive, but Draco turns the tables on him.
Warnings: Humour
Disclaimer: No ownership, no money.
Beta: The ever wonderfulautumnlecroix.
Prompt ”Don’t forget about me.” Written forjamie2109 and nocturnali’s AWDT.
“Please.”
“No.”
“Please.”
Looking down at his fingers drumming on his knees with irritation, Draco clearly annunciated, “I said no and I mean no Harry, so stop whining.”
“I’m not whining!” Harry replied with some indignation. Draco rolled his eyes and sighed.
“Yes, you are. And the answer is still no.”
“But you said we’d do this together.”
“We are doing this together… up to a certain point, and this is it. I made my feelings quite clear last time. I said never, and I meant never again. This is as far as I go, and quite frankly, Harry, you’re lucky I’m prepared to do this.”
Harry winced slightly at what he called Draco’s ‘Snape’ tone of voice, but was determined to get his own way. He licked his lips, schooled his features, and turned to face Draco as best as he could in the confined space. “Draco…” he purred.
“No.” Draco replied, whilst looking out of the side window, “And you can take that look of your face, because it’s not going to work this time.”
“What Look?” Harry asked innocently.
“The look, all moist lips and doe eyes. Your ‘come fuck me’ look.”
Harry ploughed on regardless, and began to lightly stroke the inside of Draco’s thigh with his finger tips, moving ever closer towards the sensitive spot that was guaranteed to set Draco on fire. He leant over and breathed seductively in Draco’s ear, “Resistance is futile.”
Draco slapped Harry’s hand away. “You just don’t know when to stop, do you, Potter?” he snapped.
Potter.
That was the sign he’d really pissed Draco off. Harry flopped back into the driver’s seat of the car. “All right, but don’t blame me if I get it wrong,” he sulked.
Draco glanced at Harry. “Stop behaving like a petulant child. You have the list, you know what you want. Now go and get them, before I lose patience and Apparate home.”
Harry tried one last ditch attempt and turned toward Draco again. “But I don’t have your judgement, or your flair Draco,” he pleaded.
Draco’s eyes met Harry’s; he smiled and kissed him on the cheek. “Nice try, Harry, but you don’t need my judgement or flair, as you so nicely put it, if you stick to the list. Just buy the things we chose together from the catalogue and you’ll be fine. No impulsive purchases, mind you,” he warned. “Remember, this is where you wanted to shop.”
Harry looked through the windscreen and into the distance, toward his destination. “I know,” he replied with resignation. “It’s just that I’m going into the very jaws of hell and I don’t want to go on my own.” He opened the car door and got out into the crowded car park. Before he shut the door, he dipped his head to look back inside at Draco and grinned. “I could be gone for a long time you know. Hours, days, weeks even, so don’t forget about me.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “How could I forget about you, you infuriating Gryffindork. If you’re not back in an hour, I promise I’ll send out a search party.”
Harry shut the car door and began to saunter across the car park to the entrance. “Oh Haaaarreeee.” Draco’s sing-song voice stopped him in his tracks and he turned back to face the car, hoping he didn’t look as crestfallen as he felt, when he saw that Draco had only wound the window down.
“Yes?”
“Make it back in thirty minutes and I’ll spend the afternoon proving I haven’t forgotten you… or what you like, all over the new floor cushions.”
Harry’s face lit up. “You’re on,” he laughed, and then he began to run towards the entrance of IKEA.
A/N: For those of you yet to experience the sadistic pleasure of shopping at IKEA here is a brief explanation:
IKEA is the bane of the Western world. It's a chain of stores that sells everything you could want for your home in contemporary Swedish design. Most of the furniture and fittings are flat packed and really cheap but well designed - that's why it's so popular and crowded. Never go on rainy weekends or in the school holidays, it can take up to 20 minutes to get through the checkouts!
Author:
lusiologyPairing: H/D
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 622
Summary: Harry tries to offer Draco an incentive, but Draco turns the tables on him.
Warnings: Humour
Disclaimer: No ownership, no money.
Beta: The ever wonderful
autumnlecroix.Prompt ”Don’t forget about me.” Written for
jamie2109 and nocturnali’s AWDT.“Please.”
“No.”
“Please.”
Looking down at his fingers drumming on his knees with irritation, Draco clearly annunciated, “I said no and I mean no Harry, so stop whining.”
“I’m not whining!” Harry replied with some indignation. Draco rolled his eyes and sighed.
“Yes, you are. And the answer is still no.”
“But you said we’d do this together.”
“We are doing this together… up to a certain point, and this is it. I made my feelings quite clear last time. I said never, and I meant never again. This is as far as I go, and quite frankly, Harry, you’re lucky I’m prepared to do this.”
Harry winced slightly at what he called Draco’s ‘Snape’ tone of voice, but was determined to get his own way. He licked his lips, schooled his features, and turned to face Draco as best as he could in the confined space. “Draco…” he purred.
“No.” Draco replied, whilst looking out of the side window, “And you can take that look of your face, because it’s not going to work this time.”
“What Look?” Harry asked innocently.
“The look, all moist lips and doe eyes. Your ‘come fuck me’ look.”
Harry ploughed on regardless, and began to lightly stroke the inside of Draco’s thigh with his finger tips, moving ever closer towards the sensitive spot that was guaranteed to set Draco on fire. He leant over and breathed seductively in Draco’s ear, “Resistance is futile.”
Draco slapped Harry’s hand away. “You just don’t know when to stop, do you, Potter?” he snapped.
Potter.
That was the sign he’d really pissed Draco off. Harry flopped back into the driver’s seat of the car. “All right, but don’t blame me if I get it wrong,” he sulked.
Draco glanced at Harry. “Stop behaving like a petulant child. You have the list, you know what you want. Now go and get them, before I lose patience and Apparate home.”
Harry tried one last ditch attempt and turned toward Draco again. “But I don’t have your judgement, or your flair Draco,” he pleaded.
Draco’s eyes met Harry’s; he smiled and kissed him on the cheek. “Nice try, Harry, but you don’t need my judgement or flair, as you so nicely put it, if you stick to the list. Just buy the things we chose together from the catalogue and you’ll be fine. No impulsive purchases, mind you,” he warned. “Remember, this is where you wanted to shop.”
Harry looked through the windscreen and into the distance, toward his destination. “I know,” he replied with resignation. “It’s just that I’m going into the very jaws of hell and I don’t want to go on my own.” He opened the car door and got out into the crowded car park. Before he shut the door, he dipped his head to look back inside at Draco and grinned. “I could be gone for a long time you know. Hours, days, weeks even, so don’t forget about me.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “How could I forget about you, you infuriating Gryffindork. If you’re not back in an hour, I promise I’ll send out a search party.”
Harry shut the car door and began to saunter across the car park to the entrance. “Oh Haaaarreeee.” Draco’s sing-song voice stopped him in his tracks and he turned back to face the car, hoping he didn’t look as crestfallen as he felt, when he saw that Draco had only wound the window down.
“Yes?”
“Make it back in thirty minutes and I’ll spend the afternoon proving I haven’t forgotten you… or what you like, all over the new floor cushions.”
Harry’s face lit up. “You’re on,” he laughed, and then he began to run towards the entrance of IKEA.
A/N: For those of you yet to experience the sadistic pleasure of shopping at IKEA here is a brief explanation:
IKEA is the bane of the Western world. It's a chain of stores that sells everything you could want for your home in contemporary Swedish design. Most of the furniture and fittings are flat packed and really cheap but well designed - that's why it's so popular and crowded. Never go on rainy weekends or in the school holidays, it can take up to 20 minutes to get through the checkouts!
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Date: 2005-05-15 04:20 pm (UTC)And they're buying furnishings
Yep, and when they get home they test drive the floor cushions to see if they're stain resistant by playing How many positions can Harry be shagged in on them.
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Date: 2005-05-15 04:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-15 04:43 pm (UTC)Oh you wicked woman. Now I'll never get to sleep - it's 12.30am and my brain is bursting with all sorts of possibilities!
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Date: 2005-05-15 05:00 pm (UTC)