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pain

Some would call it pain.

Harry Potter begged to differ. The Cruciatus Curse was painful. This, on the other hand was a sharp, stabbing, gut wrenching blood curdling agony that shot down to the very fibres that held his being together. There was pain. And then there was this private hell he had somehow gotten himself into.

"FUCK!" he cursed, rubbing his foot gingerly and glaring at the bane of his existence. Look at it, all innocent and red and shiny. But Harry knew! Harry knew what evil lurked behind that cheery, plastic exterior. And he had had enough! He was purging his house of the evil creations if it was the last thing he did!

Limping and still cursing, he shuffled across to his living room to solve this matter once and for all.

"It happened again" he bit out. His boyfriend was sitting on the floor, surrounded by…those things. He looked up at him, his grey gaze reflecting a mild irritation at being interrupted.

"What?" he demanded, breaking eye contact and immediately going back to his project. Harry watched as he nimbly handled another one of those horrible things and his eyes flashed.

"You know exactly what happened" the Gryffindor hissed vehemently "You said it wouldn't and it did."

"Oh? Did it?" Draco asked innocently.

Harry scowl darkened. "Yes it did! And it fucking hurt!"

"Perhaps you should be more careful not to step on them" Draco ventured mildly.

"I would, if they weren't all over the fucking house. And it's your fault!" Harry retorted, pointing an accusing finger at the blonde "You're the one that brought those torture devices into our home!"

Draco raised an eyebrow "You're being very childish"

"I'm being childish?" Harry blurted incredulously. He picked up the cardboard box and shook it meaningfully "I'm not the one playing with something 'for ages six and up!'"

"It's not playing, its building!" the blonde snapped, snatching the box back and huddling it protectively. Harry resisted the urge to smack his forehead. He had to stay firm. Firm, damn it!

"Draco, I mean it!" he gritted out "I know you love the blasted things but…but either the legos go, or I go!"

Draco finally abandoned his precious 3 foot, red and green lego dragon and adopted a pained expression. "But they're so colourful!" he protested.

"I don't care. I'm putting my foot down" Harry said firmly.

"Isn't that what caused the whole problem?" the blonde muttered. Harry's glare was dark enough to blot the sun and Draco knew that the whole situation was screaming for damage control. Or he would end up losing his legos. And Draco was notgiving up on his legos.

Time for drastic measures.

He smiled sensually and hooked his slender arms around Harry's shoulder.

"And you're sure I can't convince you to change your mind?" he asked softly, his voice sounding low and husky.

"No" Harry said firmly "It's too much pain to deal with. Even for you"

"Are you sure?"

"Draco, for Merlin's sake! Nothing is going to convince me to…"

And the rest of his sentence fell by the wayside as Draco's lips slipped over his and pulled him into a smooth, sensual and wholly distracting kiss. Harry fought for control over his senses, and lasted a whole three seconds before he succumbed to the devious blonde's ministrations and deepened the kiss. He was vaguely aware that he was supposed to be pissed off and righteously indignant and all that, but it was really hard to stay focused when Draco's tongue did things like that…

"Bed" the blonde demanded, pushing the two of them towards said target. He pulled Harry towards the bed and they landed together with Harry on top, happily exploring the expanse of pale, smooth skin at his disposal.

"Draco" he moaned.

"I'll take care of it, love" the blonde said, with a sultry smile. "Let me do all the work"

And with that he turned on his side and rolled Harry over.

Right on top of a lego.

"FUCK!"