Alphabetical

This is what happens when I get given prompts, one for each letter of the alphabet. Featuring slash, silliness, amphibians, bad language, misuse of muggle technology, Nargles, spoofs, humour, small children, Weasleys Wizard Wheezes, angst, MATURE sexual content, fluff, camera abuse, footwear induced tantrums and runaway toast.

A is for Aeroplane

"I don't like this."

"Tough."

"I'm telling you, it won't work."

Harry threw an exasperated glance in Draco's direction who stared stubbornly back, emphasising his point by folding his arms tightly across his chest.

"It will be fine," he said to reassure the blonde, who underneath the superb petulant brat act was clearly nervous about flying Muggle style. Harry had explained a thousand times that there was nothing to worry about, how thousands of planes took off around the world every day and nothing went wrong. He had even stupidly and somewhat carelessly tried explaining that flying was no more dangerous than apparating. That idea caused more trouble than intended in the wake of the incident a few months back in which after a fight with Harry whilst out, Draco had bravely (or stupidly) attempted to apparate home whilst drunk. That had not ended well.

"I can't believe you're making me do this," Draco huffed, throwing himself against the back of his seat.

"Excuse you?" Harry began indignantly, stopping and quickly glancing around then lowering his voice so no-one could hear them. "If I remember rightly, you were the one who got themselves a six month international portkey travelling ban."

"Completely not my fault," Draco said immediately.

"You were so rude you made the poor guy stamping passes cry, Draco," Harry said pointedly.

"He deserved it," Draco retorted.

"No he did not- ouch!"

Harry winced as Draco grabbed hold of his arm in panic as the plane started to slowly move, beginning its taxi to the runway.

"I've changed my mind," Draco said, nothing short of terror plastered across his face. "Rome can wait."

"Too late," Harry said gently. "Once you're on there's no getting off."

Draco looked at him with wide eyes and when he received no contradiction he leant forwards with a groan, resting his forehead on his knees and putting his hands on the back of his head, fingers laced together. Harry was amused for a second; it seemed Draco already knew the brace position and the stewardess hasn't even demonstrated it yet.

Harry rubbed Draco's back with a sigh, using small gentle circles designed to calm him down. "You know," he said carefully after a while. "Muggles have this thing they call the mile high club."

"I don't care," came the muffled reply.

"Oh," Harry said, now tracing his fingers up and down Draco's spine. "I would have thought that would definitely be something you'd be interested in."

The suggestive tone of his voice worked a charm and sure enough, Draco moved his hands and tilted his head to the side, looking at Harry with an irritated but undeniably interested expression on his features.

"I'm listening," he said shortly.

"Well, the mile high club…" Harry leant over to whisper in his ear. "It's like a challenge…you get to say you're a member, if you have sex on an aeroplane."

Draco sat up so quickly he nearly head-butted Harry, eyeing him suspiciously. "You wouldn't dare."

"I will if you will," Harry leant up close again to breathe in Draco's ear. The blonde shivered as Harry's warm breath ghosted over his ear and Harry smiled, knowing just how much of a treat the offer was to Draco, who was distinctly more adventurous when it came to sex than Harry. Not that Harry didn't mind playing around in the bedroom, but truth be told, behind their bedroom door was where he preferred to keep their illicit activities.

"Now?" Draco asked hoarsely.

"No, it only counts when the plane's in the air," Harry explained, his voice at a murmur. "Hence the phrase mile high."

"When?" Draco asked, shifting slightly in his seat, just enough for Harry to notice.

"The moment that sign goes off," Harry said, turning to point at the glowing seatbelt on sign above their heads.

Draco's eyes snapped to the sign and he sat back in his chair, fear apparently forgotten even as the plane lined itself up on the runway, moments away from take-off.

"Draco," Harry began, laughing.

"Shush," Draco said impatiently, waving Harry away with a hand, his eyes still fixed firmly on the sign. "I'm watching. There is no way you are bailing out of this one."

Harry chuckled and sat back, resting his hand on Draco's knee and looking absently out of the window. That was easier than expected; only took one bribe of sex in a public place to distract Draco on this occasion. Harry shook his head, grinning again. God but he loved Draco's one track mind sometimes.