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batsutousaiTitle: "The Joys of Ny-Quil"
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Rating: PG-13-ish
Pairing: Tom Riddle/Harry Potter
Warnings: General craziness XD
Word Count: 480
Notes: Entirely the fault ofeaivalefay, and, as such, dedicated to her. ^.~
Harry and Tom were sick. They were so sick, in fact, that they could not sleep for they were coughing and sneezing and just generally being sick all night. So, to solve this little issue, Harry took the Knight Bus out to Muggle London and bought himself a little miracle that Dudley had often been given when he fell ill; Ny-Quil.
Upon his return, Harry took a dose of Ny-Quil, hid it from Tom while smirking to himself, and slept peacefully for the first time in what felt like ages.
Tom, of course, was not happy with this development, as it meant that there would be no more sick-and-can't-fall-to-sleep midnight sex. This was not acceptable.
When Harry prepared to take his Ny-Quil the next night, Tom ran through the room and snatched the cursed Muggle product from his lover's hands before proceeding to dump it all down the toilet and flushing.
Harry retaliated by throwing the cap and measuring cup at the smug Dark Lord before leaving to take the Knight Bus back out to Muggle London to get some more miracle drugage.
Tom, who knew how to both Apparate and read minds, beat Harry to the store and, once Harry got there, picked him up bodily and Apparated them both home where he then proceeded to tie Harry up so he wouldn't escape again.
This, of course, presented a problem. How could they have sick-and-can't-fall-to-sleep midnight sex if Harry was tied down.
"Why don't you just get the damn Ny-Quil and we can both take it and sleep tonight then have make-up sex in the morning?!" Harry complained when Tom explained the problem to him.
Tom looked amazed. Genius! Why hadn't he thought of that. The Dark Lord frowned at his tied bedmate for a long moment before deciding that the lack of sleep was making it hard for him to think straight and leaving to get Harry's miracle Muggle product.
Upon Tom's return, he took the Ny-Quil, then left it just out of Harry's reach on the floor before going to bed.
With a call to his good friend Dobby, Harry was set free and got himself some Ny-Quil before kicking the peacefully slumbering Tom on to the floor and magicing the bottle of Ny-Quil to hang in the air above the Dark Lord's head.
When Tom woke the next morning, he enjoyed the feeling of a wonderful night's rest for all of five seconds before Harry's retaliation prank went off and dumped all over his face, making him sputter incoherantly.
Harry poked his head over the edge of the bed with an evil smirk. "And there will be no sex for you this morning, Mr Riddle. You smell like medicine, and I don't allow people who smell like medicine to bugger me." Then Harry stuck out his tongue before skipping off to the bathroom.
Tom continued sputtering.
Author:
batsutousaiRating: PG-13-ish
Pairing: Tom Riddle/Harry Potter
Warnings: General craziness XD
Word Count: 480
Notes: Entirely the fault of
eaivalefay, and, as such, dedicated to her. ^.~Harry and Tom were sick. They were so sick, in fact, that they could not sleep for they were coughing and sneezing and just generally being sick all night. So, to solve this little issue, Harry took the Knight Bus out to Muggle London and bought himself a little miracle that Dudley had often been given when he fell ill; Ny-Quil.
Upon his return, Harry took a dose of Ny-Quil, hid it from Tom while smirking to himself, and slept peacefully for the first time in what felt like ages.
Tom, of course, was not happy with this development, as it meant that there would be no more sick-and-can't-fall-to-sleep midnight sex. This was not acceptable.
When Harry prepared to take his Ny-Quil the next night, Tom ran through the room and snatched the cursed Muggle product from his lover's hands before proceeding to dump it all down the toilet and flushing.
Harry retaliated by throwing the cap and measuring cup at the smug Dark Lord before leaving to take the Knight Bus back out to Muggle London to get some more miracle drugage.
Tom, who knew how to both Apparate and read minds, beat Harry to the store and, once Harry got there, picked him up bodily and Apparated them both home where he then proceeded to tie Harry up so he wouldn't escape again.
This, of course, presented a problem. How could they have sick-and-can't-fall-to-sleep midnight sex if Harry was tied down.
"Why don't you just get the damn Ny-Quil and we can both take it and sleep tonight then have make-up sex in the morning?!" Harry complained when Tom explained the problem to him.
Tom looked amazed. Genius! Why hadn't he thought of that. The Dark Lord frowned at his tied bedmate for a long moment before deciding that the lack of sleep was making it hard for him to think straight and leaving to get Harry's miracle Muggle product.
Upon Tom's return, he took the Ny-Quil, then left it just out of Harry's reach on the floor before going to bed.
With a call to his good friend Dobby, Harry was set free and got himself some Ny-Quil before kicking the peacefully slumbering Tom on to the floor and magicing the bottle of Ny-Quil to hang in the air above the Dark Lord's head.
When Tom woke the next morning, he enjoyed the feeling of a wonderful night's rest for all of five seconds before Harry's retaliation prank went off and dumped all over his face, making him sputter incoherantly.
Harry poked his head over the edge of the bed with an evil smirk. "And there will be no sex for you this morning, Mr Riddle. You smell like medicine, and I don't allow people who smell like medicine to bugger me." Then Harry stuck out his tongue before skipping off to the bathroom.
Tom continued sputtering.
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Date: 27/9/05 21:29 (UTC)no subject
Date: 27/9/05 22:07 (UTC)no subject
Date: 27/9/05 23:56 (UTC)O.O
Date: 28/9/05 00:18 (UTC)It wasn't me! I swear!
*proceeds to set up surveillance equipment throughout shag central.*
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Date: 28/9/05 00:34 (UTC)no subject
Date: 28/9/05 04:48 (UTC)no subject
Date: 28/9/05 00:35 (UTC)blamedcredited for everything after all*I was snickering throughout this whole thing. It is too cute. XD You really do make Tom suffer, you know. *applauds Batsu* It's most amusing.
But why am I deprived of my Tom/Harry sick-and-can't-fall-to-sleep midnight sex? *acts sad while trying to fight back her smirk*
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Date: 28/9/05 00:39 (UTC)blamebe credited for thisinsanityamazingly well-written piece of work, then. XD*bows* Many thanks. I'm just talented that way.
*falls out of her chair, laughing*
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Date: 28/9/05 02:37 (UTC)blamebe credited, andfeathered and tarredapplauded. Insanity is love.You so are. XD
I am glad to amuse. *pout*
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Date: 28/9/05 02:38 (UTC)no subject
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Date: 1/10/05 20:05 (UTC)no subject
Date: 1/10/05 22:07 (UTC)...
*points and laughs some more*
Well, what am I supposed to do when you fall over? *cute* Oi. I feel like Sirius and Voldie now. All six years old or something. *snerk*
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Date: 6/10/05 00:01 (UTC)no subject
Date: 6/10/05 00:43 (UTC)...me? Deluded? I'm not! Crazy lady. :P
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Date: 28/9/05 01:25 (UTC)Also, I don't think I've ever taken this nyquil stuff... *ponders*...
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Date: 30/9/05 18:18 (UTC)Hn. I've never had name-brand Ny-quil, myself. Mum always gets the wanna be stuff, which is always called Nite-Time or some shit. It tastes mildly like licorice.
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Date: 1/10/05 00:08 (UTC)*shares the love*
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Date: 1/10/05 20:03 (UTC)no subject
Date: 2/10/05 02:37 (UTC)Although, recently mum bought these really nice homeopathic lollypops for soothing of colds and such. They were raspberry flavoured and amazingly nice. It's scary. Then again, we always did like the taste of the white antibiotics, moxy-somethingorother. lol.
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Date: 6/10/05 00:00 (UTC)O.O *snorts and proceeds to preform a headdesk*
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Date: 6/10/05 00:28 (UTC)Also, love the icon! *snickers*
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Date: 28/9/05 05:56 (UTC)For my own saftey, I will not ask, because if it was ever explained I would drown in the incomprehensible inside jokes and random giggle from I don't know who.
XP
All I can say is... Good job to the pair of you who spurred this lurverly piece of art... It almost inspires me enough to actually post on my little story for a friend of mine... I has talking leather pants with the mind of a yaoi obsessed teenage girl.
BAH! Rambling, I do that, must stop. *slaps self* And and... Oh no... I'm spamming, because my only real comment was in the first... three sentances? Oh well.. I'm preparing myself for college... I just hope I live off of spagetti - O's instead of spam...
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Date: 30/9/05 18:21 (UTC)Spagetti-Os and ramen and pop-tarts. *nods* All you need is a can-opener. XD
I'm just glad they feed us three meals a day here, even if the food is horrible.(Like today, have you ever had stale fries? Personally, I didn't think such a feat was possible 'til I got here.... -.-*)
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