Vegetable Fetishes

Disclaimer: I do not own Draco Malfoy or Harry Potter... I just like to force them to do dirrty (with two r's) things...

Summary: Draco arrives home from a long day at work and gets turned on by the vegetables in the kitchen.

AN: I blame this little bugger on work. I'm a cashier at a grocery store and cucumbers were on sale today... this popped into my head at the beginning of my shift and I had to wait a long time to write it! It was pure torture! Well... I hope you like it... Please REVIEW!

Sexy Cucumbers

Draco pulled himself into the apartment, loosened his green tie, and fell onto the plush sofa.

"Harry?" he called, running a hand threw his platinum hair.

"In here, hun," Harry called back. Draco stood and walked into the kitchen. Harry was standing at the counter cutting vegetables.

"Mmm," Draco murmured. "Something smells delicious."

He walked up behind Harry and wrapped his long arms around the other man's waist.

"Long day?" Harry asked.

"I don't want to talk about it," Draco said, resting his forehead on Harry's warm neck. He raised his head and placed a soft kiss on the brunette's neck. "What are you making?"

"Spaghetti with meat balls," Harry replied, motioning to the boiling pot on the stove with his knife. "And this is our salad."

Draco reached around Harry and plucked a piece of lettuce out of the large bowl beside the tomatoes.

"Hey!" Harry scolded, swatting Draco's hand away.

"I'm hungry, Harry!" Draco whined.

"Fine," Harry relented. "One bite."

Draco smiled triumphantly and picked up the piece of lettuce again. He placed it in his mouth and groaned.

"This is good."

"It's lettuce, Draco."

"I know. But it's good lettuce."

Harry tossed a pile of cucumbers into the lettuce bowl and then grabbed a tomato.

"Oh," Draco moaned, grabbing a whole cucumber from the counter. "I love cucumbers!"

"I know, Draco."

"They remind me of dirty things."

"Yes, I know, Draco. And it's still very weird."

"But look at it, Harry!"

Draco waved the vegetable in front of Harry's face seductively.

"It's a cucumber."

"Yes! Exactly!"

"Draco..."

"It's a cucumber, Harry."

"I know."

"Cum."

"Yes."

"Get it, Harry?"

"Yes, I get it, Draco."

"So...?"

"It's just a cucumber!"

"But it's a sexy cucumber!"

Harry sighed and turned to face the blond. His silky hair was disheveled and stuck up in all directions. Harry laughed softly and ran his fingers through the smooth strands.

"You can be so odd sometimes."

"I am not odd, Harry!"

"Cucumbers turn you on."

"I'm sure they turn on a lot of people."

Harry laughed again and pulled Draco's waist closer to him.

"Whatever you say, love."

"I'm not odd."

Draco pouted his lower lip and looked up at his lover.

"No, you're perfectly lovely, Draco."

"Thank you."

Draco pecked Harry on the lips and wrapped his arms around the man's neck. He rested his forehead against Harry's and smiled. Then, he pushed him against the counter. Draco kissed him passionately, grabbing his toned arse.

"Let's take this into the bedroom, Harry."

Harry mumbled his response but grabbed the blond's hand, pulling him out of the kitchen.

"Hold on a second," Draco panted, reaching for the counter. He grasped the cool cucumber in his hand and walked back to Harry. "Okay, let's go!"