Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Title: Feeding the Weasleys
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1000
Status: Complete
Summary: The important thing was that Draco's intentions were good.
Warnings: None.
Note: Advent drabble #6. Written for callistianstar. Her prompt was — Muggle-Shopping trip.

Also written for slythindor100's Special Holiday Challenge, which was picture #7.

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Feeding the Weasleys



"The dinner was excellent!" Mrs Weasley said for the umpteenth time, her cheeks red from wine, and her eyes twinkling warmly.

"Aww, really now." Draco waved his hand, lowering his eyelashes bashfully. "You don't have to say that, Molly."

"Oh but I mean it, dear!" Mrs Weasley exclaimed promptly, pinching Draco's blushing cheeks. Harry cringed, not knowing how Draco would react to this, but his boyfriend merely smiled wider, though Harry had noticed his jaw was set tightly. "Everything was just brilliant," Mrs Weasley continued. Then she lowered her voice and grabbed Draco's hands, leaning in to whisper conspiratorially, "The biscuits were fabulous. Very unique flavour. You must give me the recipe."

Draco shook his head, smiling, "Oh no. That's a family secret."

"Hmm. I'll drag that recipe out of you!”

As Mrs Weasley reached for Draco's cheeks again, Mr Weasley intervened. "Now, now, Molly. Let's leave the boys alone," he said, guiding his wife towards the fireplace. "Draco, Harry." He nodded in greeting and smiled at Draco as he grabbed a handful of floo-powder. "The biscuits really were excellent," he praised as they both waved and then disappeared in the green flames.

Harry looked at their only remaining guests. Ron and Hermione stood hand in hand, smiling wide.

"We should go too," Hermione said, giving Harry a warm hug and a peck on the cheek. "Thank you for the wonderful Christmas dinner. Everything was superb. Biscuits included." She smiled, giving Draco a quick hug.

"You didn't even try them," Draco said resentfully, nonetheless smiling sweetly.

"Sure I did." Hermione nodded convincingly, with the same peculiar expression she wore the entire evening. This would normally trouble Harry, but Ron had whispered some wonderful news into his ear. Apparently, another Weasley was on the way, so Hermione's mood swings should be understood.

Hermione and Ron (who was still nibbling on a biscuit) waved and walked towards the Floo. Ron even spared a smile for Draco and gave him a thumbs up.

Left alone with Draco, Harry narrowed his eyes at his smug boyfriend. "So you cooked the entire Christmas dinner all by yourself?" he asked doubtfully.

"Naturally," Draco confirmed. "It was nothing." He shrugged modestly.

Harry had his suspicions, but he kept his mouth shut. After all, he knew how to make his boyfriend tell him the truth.

Which Draco did only a half an hour later.

Lying on the sofa and positioned right between Draco's thighs, Harry held his boyfriend's wrist trapped above Draco's head, pounding hard into Draco's clenching hole. Draco was moaning and urging Harry to move faster, wrapping his legs around Harry's waist, and giving as good as he got. Whimpering, Harry had to gather all of his willpower to do as he planned. With supreme difficulty, he stopped moving and at the same time grabbed the base of Draco's cock to make sure Draco couldn't come before Harry questioned him properly.

Draco yelped, distressed, opening his eyes to give Harry an incredulous look. "In what universe does harder mean stop?" Draco glared, but Harry ignored him.

"So," he began conversationally, despite the fact that he was shuddering and breathing heavily. "You cooked, hmm?"

"What?" Draco gasped, looking a bit lost, but then he must have realised what Harry was talking about, because he gasped indignantly. "Of course I did! I was cooking this whole day while you were on your stupid mission," he claimed heatedly, wriggling his arse to no avail.

"Draco," Harry panted, looking down at his flushed lover. "You don't know how to make tea."

"Well that's why I didn't make tea."

Harry looked away thoughtfully. "Maybe I should get the cock-ring. And the paddle."

"No!" Draco gasped, and then gasped again as Harry's hand clenched tighter and he pulled his cock back, as though he planned to leave. "All right! All right!" Draco relented quickly. "I didn't cook a damn thing," he admitted miserably, not looking at Harry. "I bought everything in a Muggle department store. So everything would seem a little exotic to the Weasleys. It's not my fault that Muggles just offer ready-made stuff," he grumbled. "The food was just begging to be bought."

Harry blanched, taken aback. "In a Muggle store?" he asked, amazed when Draco nodded. "You went to Muggle London all by yourself, talked to Muggles and used Muggle money?"

"And I drove there in your car," Draco said as though eager to confess everything, now that he was confessing.

"Wow," Harry gasped, shocked. The fact that Draco would be willing to cook for the Weasleys had been hard to believe, but the fact that he suffered Muggle interaction to impress them was far more astounding. "I can't believe it."

Draco sniffed. "Well you said that it was important to you I make an effort to get along with them, and well, I concluded, since Weasleys could obviously be manipulated with food, I should impress them with a spectacular dinner. So they would think I'm taking good care of you. And so you would stop nagging me."

Harry smiled, relaxing his hand to move it leisurely up and down Draco's cock. "You are taking good care of me," he assured, feeling mushy all of a sudden.

"You're not upset?" Draco asked tentatively.

Instead of answering with words, Harry pulled his cock almost all the way out and then slammed it back inside Draco, angling perfectly. Draco cried out, thanking Merlin and sounding relieved.

"I also — Oh — sort of scratched— Mmm — the car!" Draco yelled breathlessly.

However, Harry was too far-gone to react; he could only whimper and thrust harder.

After much yelling, much more moaning, careful checking of every inch of Draco's body for possible car-related injuries, and two more orgasms, Harry and Draco lay on the sofa, cuddling close.

Completely exhausted and utterly satisfied, Harry was nonetheless hungry. Remembering that his wand was somewhere far on the floor, he poked Draco and whined until Draco reached for his own wand and Summoned a plate of biscuits.

"These are really good," Harry said, as they shared biscuits and kisses.

"They aren't bad for a Muggle product," Draco allowed.

"They're a bit different than what I usually eat," Harry pondered. "Which ones did you buy?"

Draco shrugged. "I don't know. I didn't read everything the package said, but they're supposedly really healthy. Good for your teeth and all. Oh!" Draco jumped a bit and raised his wand again. "And I loved the package! The others were stupid." Draco Summoned a yellow package, the sight of which made Harry's bite get stuck in his throat. "See?" Draco smiled happily. "It has a picture of a really cute puppy on the front."

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Fin

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