Wings of Stained Glass and Iron
Harry led a perfect life. Wake up, get warm by dawns golden light, then he was off on a day of fun and adventure. Pollinating flowers, helping the local bee population out a bit. Eating warm pies off of windowsills, knocking over book stands. The usual fairy things.And then one morning a bowl of cream showed up on his balcony, and well, life could only get better!
Courting rituals were a little trickier for fairies than they were for demons. Tom just hoped he was doing everything right to gain his little fairy's trust._________It started simple.
One morning when Harry woke up, as he step outside to let his gossamer wings unfurl in the early sun, there was little bowl of cream sitting on the table on his balcony. The bowl itself was simple, white porcelain with little painted flowers. Nothing special. But the cream.
Oh the cream!
It was thick and cool, the heady scent of thick sweet honey heavy in the air. Whoever left it there hadn’t been gone long, beads of condensation glittered as they rolled down the sides an onto the table. Temping. Teasing. And Harry was unable to resist.________
Harry Potter Omegaverse Week Day Two!Demon Tom, Fairy Harry, Courting