Z is for Zero...
I'm not sure which dimension this one is in. My bad.
I hope you get it anyway, it's slightly…odd. XD
Draco looked up from where he was sat at the kitchen table as Harry wandered in, tousle haired and yawning, clad only in his boxers and a pair of odd socks. Draco shook his head in a mixture of fondness and exasperation as Harry flopped down onto a chair opposite him, reaching for a mug and the coffee pot.
"What's on the agenda today?" Harry yawned, scratching his knee as he poured himself out a drink.
"I don't know," Draco replied, pushing the milk over towards Harry. "We've not been sent anything."
Harry looked at him in surprise. "Nothing?"
"No, nothing," Draco said in confirmation, rolling his eyes. "Zip, zero, zilch. Nothing."
"But I thought she wanted this done today so she could get on with the new story?"
Draco raised an eyebrow, turning the page of the Daily Prophet that was spread out on the table in front of him. "Since when has she ever stuck to a schedule? I'll bet she's hungover and can't even pick up a pen, let alone deliver us a new script."
"Give her a break, she's written twenty-five of them," Harry admonished gently, sipping his drink.
"Not a chance," Draco replied archly. "I'll give her a break when she gives us a break. I've only just dried out from that episode yesterday, and there is no way on Earth that I'm ever forgiving her for P."
Harry started to laugh and Draco scowled across the table at him. "Oh come on, that one was easy," Harry teased. "You just had to sit there and whine, not far from normal, really."
"Shut up," Draco snapped and Harry chuckled. "Stop laughing, I've come off way worse than you have in these-"
"I don't think so," Harry said, his eyes widening. "Remember Obliviate?"
He shuddered and Draco sighed, hating to see the sad expression that had descended over his partners normally smiling face. He held out his hand but Harry didnt take it; instead he slipped out of his chair and padded around the table, using one of his feet to push Draco's legs out to the side before sitting on his lap instead.
"You know it wasn't real," Draco said, slipping his arms around his waist and pressing his mouth to Harry's shoulder, feeling content with the familiar warm weight on his legs and the feel of Harry's skin against his. He shut his eyes and breathed in and out deeply, gently squeezing Harry in the way he knew would reassure him.
"Yeah but it was still horrible," Harry muttered. "Having you that upset was awful. There was no need for it."
"Well what about Ghosts then?" Draco asked. "You were dying and I had to hang around and watch."
"You knew I wasn't really sick," Harry shrugged.
"That's my point about the Obliviate one, too." Draco said gently. "Let's just say they were hard for the both of us. I suppose we got lucky she goes for humour rather than traumatic most of the time."
Harry snorted. "I think traumatic goes hand in hand with her sense of humour somedays," he said wryly. Draco was pleased to see that despite the sardonic tone, the dark cloud had lifted from Harry's face and he looked calm once more. "I mean, I had to kiss a frog. I'd say that definitely counts as coming off worse."
"I would have been turned into a frog if she'd written a hundred words more." Draco countered, pulling his face away from Harry's skin so he could argue properly. "And I got covered in jam, and got hit with a badminton racket."
"You got me back for that! And you nearly knocked me out in Camping, and you slapped me in L!"
Draco laughed at the indignant look on Harry's face. "I think we're blaming the entirely wrong people here. We didn't write the stupid things."
"Yeah, you're right," Harry grumbled, pushing his glasses up his nose. "I suppose there were some good times, though."
"Revenge was sweet," Draco said with a smirk and Harry laughed.
"She had to bribe Ron with chocolate frogs to get him to appear in T after that. He was not happy."
"I can imagine," Draco smirked. "I liked W as well."
"Yeah, because you spent the day being carried around," Harry said and Draco nodded happily.
"Good times indeed."
They lapsed into comfortable silence, Draco gently pressing kisses along Harry's bare shoulder, Harry shutting his eyes and humming contentedly under the attention. All too soon the moment was broken by a tapping sound and Harry opened his eyes to see a familiar owl at the kitchen window, looking impatient.
"There we go, that'll be the new script," Draco said, pushing Harry up off of his knee.
Harry wandered across the kitchen and shoved the window up to allow the owl to hop in, a large envelope clamped in its beak. Harry took the envelope, frowning. "This is way heavier than usual," he remarked, shooing the owl back out the window.
"It's the last one, I'm sure she's had some sort of crazy idea," Draco said, holding his hand out. "I'm not entirely sure how she's going to get one for Z anyway."
"You said that about X," Harry reminded him, walking over to stand behind him, running his hands over his shoulders. "I'll bet we end up at the zoo."
"Or Loony Lovegood tries to convince us that horoscopes are real," Draco said as he ripped the top off of the envelope. He paused, looking at Harry's somewhat baffled expression. "Zodiac."
"Oh, yeah! That'd be good. I've not seen Luna in a while," Harry said happily.
"Well then it will be Z for Zero-tolerance, which is what I have for that crazy bint," Draco said and Harry gave him a reproachful look as Draco shoved his hand into the envelope and pulled out a sheet of parchment.
Draco and Harry/Harry and Draco
I failed miserably in coming up with a witty or emotional script for a Z- I'm rubbish I know. But the good news is that instead of dragging you out on a half-arsed idea I thought I'd give you the day off. Consider it an unashamed bribe for forgiveness after everything I've put you through in this series. Remind me not to do drabbles ever again. See you soon.
PS. I've included a small present incase you're stuck for ideas about what to do with your day off. I know Harry was gutted not to get to the rest of E is for Eclipse, so here's your chance.
PPS. The present is YOURS to KEEP. I don't want it back, or to see it again, ever.
"What a lazy bitch!" Draco said incredulously, rereading the note as Harry took the envelope out of his hand. "Day off my arse, she just can't think of anything else! This present better be good or I'm sending her a Howler-"
Harry tipped the envelope upside down over the table and a large wooden spoon came clattering onto the tabletop. Draco and Harry stared at it, and then looked at each other, eyes wide.
"The thing," Harry said, a grin slowly spreading over his face.
"With the ties and the blindfold and the spoon," Draco finished breathlessly.
Their eyes met and they both moved at once; Draco scrambling out of his chair and Harry seizing the spoon off the table, both tripping over themselves to get to the door that would lead them back to the bedroom.
"Shotgun going first!" Draco shouted over his shoulder and Harry grinned, hot on his heels.
Aha. Once again *faceplam* If anyone watches Supernatural and knows what I'm on about- that was me being the prophet Chuck XD
Thank you to EVERYONE who had read and enjoyed the drabbles (one-shots?), they've been a lot of fun to write and the prompts you lot gave me were brilliant! And another thank you to all of you for the support during tricky times :) and the final thank you is for the all wonderful reviews- every one is appreciated and good god some of them made me giggle!
So, anyone got a favorite? I can't decide!