I came down to make Harry breakfast in bed and have become totally distracted by this article in the Daily Prophet. I don't know if should kill Fred and George or laugh"Morning, Mate."I jump at the sound of Harry's voice and try to quickly fold up the Prophet. "Morning, Harry," I hate the squeak in my voice. "Are we going to try the wand today?""I need food," Harry grins and straddles me in the chair. "Someone wore me out last night and I've worked up quite an appetite."I blush and roll my eyes. "Mate that last time was your idea," I grin at him and waggle my eyebrows. "I have to admit that feeling your Quiddtich gloves on my cock was brilliant."I pull him in for a kiss and try to stuff the Prophet into the rubbish bin. He pulls away and arches his eyebrow, "Why are you trying to hide the Prophet from me?"I blush and move it out of his reach, "I'm not.""You are too," Harry frowns and reaches for it.The chair spills backwards as he shifts his weight on my lap. We fall into a heap on the floor and he grabs the Prophet from my had. He reads quickly, his eyes scanning the page, and I watch as they widen and his mouth falls open. "Fred and George," I mutter. "Got us into a bit of a--""Lavender Brown! Me and Lavender Brown!""Better than Eloise," I mutter and shift underneath him. "Maybe Lavender will send you a necklace."
I'd rather pretend it's your cock, I think and keeping my gaze fixed on him, I pull the thermometer out of my mouth with a loud slurp and shove it back in my mouth when he wheels around and glares at me."Keep your lips wrapped around that thermometer, Harry."I am! See? I smile at the thought and slide the thermometer back and forth between my pursed lips, pushing it out with the tip of my tongue and sucking it back into my mouth."You're impossible!" He sets the frying pan down on the stove and bends to pick up the dishtowel on the floor, his pyjama bottoms framing his arse perfectly. I whimper and try not to swallow the thermometer as he sets the tea kettle to boil with the tap of his wand. "If we're going to practice with the wand, you need to focus, Harry."I am focused! On the crack of his arse that I want to run my tongue through. He pulls the thermometer from my mouth quickly and frowns when he looks at it. He touches my forehead and I smile."You're a little warm, but the temperature's slightly higher in this room," he says turning around to open the kitchen window. He stretches to reach the latch and his body is one stretched line that seems to go forever and-- he's reaching for me and telling me to go on, kill Voldemort but I can't just leave him there, he's reaching for me--"Harry!" he snaps his fingers and I shake my head."Do you want pumpkin juice or tea?""Er, pumpkin juice," I answer swallowing visibly. What the hell was that?