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Does Money Buy Love?	By : Abremaline Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 7126 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Does
Money Buy Love?

Series: 3/?

Author: Abremaline

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: R

Disclaimer: Based
on Characters and situations created by J.K. Rowling.

Series Summary: This series is just me having a little bit of
fun. An argument taken to extremes, �So what? I should marry you then?� and
some inventive new uses for body chocolate.

Does Money Buy Love?

Chapter Three

�Brevity is the soul of lingerie �
as the petticoat said to the Chemise.�

Draco lay curled up on his side of the
couch, a chocolate smeared parchment in one hand and a lightly shining wand in
his other. He had read the parchment five times and it still made his insides
melt in happiness. He whispered once more to the silence of the night. �He
remembered my dick size.�

�Not just a tosser � a nine inch
tosser!�

Knowing that Potter had recalled such a
thing made Draco so unbelievably�there was no way to describe how it made him
feel. Squishy? Romantic? Cuddly? Yes that was it - cuddly. He wanted to
cuddle up to the man who was his husband, the person who would remember such a
thing (to its exact measurements.) Curl into him entirely and let himself feel
safe, protected, owned and wanted. Unfortunately, there was a brick wall in the
way.

Draco raised himself from the apple green
lounge and with one last look at the words that would forever take hold in his
heart, returned the journal entry to where Harry had hidden it the day before. In
the �alcove for bugs� he had spelled into the wall, behind the life sized
portrait of Professor Snape.

The blonde walked the long way back to his
side of the couch. He wanted to see what his partner-for-life looked like when
he was sleeping. It was a travesty in his opinion that Harry wouldn�t share
such a thing. Still though, marriage was a partnership in more ways then in bed
(or couch as the case may be.) Draco�s parents had taught him that by example
his whole life.

It was something he wanted to see though.
The Hufflepuff had no doubt seen it, and he had never been married to Harry,
whereas Draco was married to him and so far didn�t even know what pyjamas Harry
wore.

He crept slowly closer to where Harry lay,
keeping check on the rhythmic breathing the entire time. Maroon. Harry wore
maroon pyjama bottoms with no top, and they had lions prowling around them.
Draco smiled softly. He knew that Harry had would have worn the �protective p.j�s�
just for him. It made him special to know that Harry thought of him while preparing
for sleep. It was sweet.

* * * * *

What time of night it was, Harry had no
idea. The feel of several tiny lions biting his legs had woken him; it felt
like being in the centre of a forest with a sign that read �mosquito food here.
Eat for free.�

He rolled onto his back to see what had
gotten the lions so worked up. Or, rather that is, he tried to roll over onto
his back but found himself stuck and unable to move. He muttered a charm to
light the room and craned his neck around to see what it was that had gotten
stuck, and the lions biting him like mosquitos.

Malfoy in a bee suit. Wrapped all over him
in what Harry could only assume was an attempt at suffocation-by-snuggling.
What was he trying to do?

�Malfoy!� Harry yelled as loud as he could.
The only reply he received was a bee-suit (or, �lion don�t bite me suit�)
muffled word, and a tightening of limbs around his chest. �Malfoy! Get off me.�
Same response again, only this time Harry thought he could just work out what
the sleeping man was attempting to say. It sounded something like, �Hufflepuff�
there was more to it but it whatever else Malfoy had been trying to say was
drowned out by the mask of the suit.

Harry glared at every white-suited limb he
could see - which wasn�t a lot really, as he couldn�t even move enough to swat
at the lions on his pant legs, and those bites were really starting to hurt.
Especially on the parts that were still tender from the fight with the
�pleasurably exploding cherries.�

A gloved hand moved along his torso in an
effort to pull Harry closer. He imagined if not for the mask Malfoy wore then
he would be able to feel the other man�s breath on neck too. It was a
discomforting thought. His Hufflepuff always rolled away to sleep, they had
never cuddled and Harry was glad for that because it meant that he could
breath. The stifling closeness was not something he would miss once he had
proved his point.

Neither would he miss that hard length
poking into the back of his thigh. Only Malfoy could sleep in a suit with hard
pokey bits so near to where his dick must be. It was a off-putting sensation
and when combined with the feel of that hand moving over his torso, well�it
made things a little strange.

At what point Harry slipped into slumber he
would never be sure. But in the morning he would tell himself that it was a
pain induced slumber, incurred by the lack of air and the lions that never
stopped biting him all night.

* * * * *

When Draco returned from the shops later
that day his mind was still in a happy haze. Sleeping with Harry had been
perfect, even with the �Protective pj protector suit� on. He could have
hugged himself when he woke that morning to see Harry still there, the lights
of the lounge room left on as a testimony to the fact the lions on Harry pants
had woken him and yet he still hadn�t left Draco to sleep alone.

He grinned as he pushed the door open and
entered.

�Harry. I ran into the Weasley�s, Fred and
George is it? On my way to get a more comfortable sleep suit. They gave us
another gift! It�s a�.� He paused to read the label. �A �talkie toaster�. It�s
some muggle thing apparently but they spelled it to talk.�

The lack of response made Draco pause. He
knew Harry wouldn�t have gone out anywhere, because even if he wanted to the
lions had bitten his legs pretty raw during the night and no medi-spells would
work to alleviate the pain, due to the purposes that the lions had been
designed for. So where was he?

An explosion from the direction of the
couch and loud, long string of cursing answered his query.

�Damn cherries. Stop going off in my hand!�

He walked around to the other side of the
brick wall to see what his spouse was injuring himself with now. What he saw
was a large army worth of one foot high chocolate sculptures of himself lining
along the couch and the floor directly in front. Each was completely naked with
nine inch long bending dildos for dicks and pleasurably exploding cherries for
balls. With the exception of the proportioning they were extremely good
sculptures � very life like.

Draco had always enjoyed watching Harry
concentrate on difficult tasks. The way his tongue poked out of the left side
of his mouth, was so wonderfully ironic for a hero it had made him smile. And
no one had a steadier wand hand than Harry did. Draco watched him now as he
carefully directed the last cherry into place, making certain that it didn�t
explode.

A look of minor pride and accomplishment
crossed his spouse�s features as the green eyes looked out across the army
chocolate. The green eyes flickered up to the real version of him and an evil
smirk lit its way along Harry�s face as he whispered one last spell to the
chocolate army. Causing the ball sac�s of every chocolate sculpture to
simultaneously explode.

The entire room was covered in body
chocolate with cherry swirls and bending dildos as a delicious garnishing.
Harry said nothing to Draco as he quietly directed his wand to make more
chocolate sculptures. This time inscribed with a quote of Harry�s own.

�Better to have never used it, then to
lose it.� Like the towels, the inscribing on the
chocolate army also flashed. �At least The Hufflepuff doesn�t try to
strangle me in my sleep.�

References

Brevity is the soul of lingerie � as the
petticoat said to the Chemise - Dorothy Parker - Quoted in �Alexander Woollcott, While Rome Burns� (1934).
Said to have been written as a caption for Vogue in 1916. (I nabbed all this
even the reference from �Cassell�s Humorous Quotations� by Nigel Rees)

Better to have never used it, then to
lose it. - I have no idea. I think it might
actually be an original. (yes, I know. I gasped too.)

Body Chocolates and
Bending Dildos (Prostate Stimulators) � Available at all indecent sex stores.

Does Money Buy Love �
Concept from; �Money Can�t Buy You Love� - by the bee-gees Still by �The Beatles�

Chocolate Army - Inspired by: China�s �Terracotta Warriors�

Talkie Toaster - First appeared in Series One of the immortal and
irreplaceable �Red Dwarf� (BBC)
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