Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with either fandom, I'm merely playing.
Note: Written for the tthdrabbles challenge number 064: Rush Hour.
Red Lights Are Fun:
Oz put his van in park and glanced over at Draco, blonde hair mussed, eyes darkened and staring out at the sea of traffic in front of him. His lips were pursed into a hybrid of a sneer and a frown.
“You smell tense,” Oz stated.
Draco’s stormy eyes swung over to meet his, “We should’ve taken my broom.”
Oz quirked his eyebrow and glanced back at the boxes full of books they were transporting for Giles.
“There are spells,” Draco stated at his obvious question.
“For Giles’ priceless books?”
Draco glanced back, then out at the surrounding cars, “Being cursed or sitting through this? I’ll take the curse.”
Finally the traffic moved forward a few feet, Oz moved them with it. They hadn’t even moved the full length of the van forward. Draco glared, as if that alone would have the traffic moving. When nothing happened Draco reached for his wand. Oz’s hand closed around Draco’s wrist as the other gently pulled the magical item from him.
“No spells,” Oz told him in a soothing voice.
“Are you even looking out the window?”
“Think of it as an extended red light.”
Draco smirked into the kiss Oz gave him.