Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 17.
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Title: Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 17.
Author: twistedm
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x6
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: Challenge #475: Excuse
Rating: PG-13
“Please excuse the long wait before we extract your fluids, but part of the success of my living wards is the elaborate setup,” Harry said as they walked toward the geometric center of the Manor.
Normally Harry had to carefully map such a spot for a client, but Draco waved him off. “My ancestors built with several such spells in mind, and the center is marked.” Pushing away a heavy rug with his wand, Draco exposed a golden X in the marble floor of a beautiful drawing room.
Harry cast one spell and smiled at Draco. “Yep,” he agreed. “Perfect.”
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“You can go, do something else around your house,” Harry said, pushing up his robesleeves. “This part is going to take quite a while.”
“Do I need to leave the room?” Draco asked, perching at the edge of a stiff, tall armchair.
“It isn’t necessary,” Harry said, confusion on his face, “but watching this is probably super boring. I won’t be able to talk to you at all.”
“Any excuse to be around you,” Draco quipped, and Harry tipped his head sideways, wry amusement on his face.
“Suit yourself, then,” Harry agreed, and pulling out his wand, got to work.
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Harry hadn’t exaggerated. For over two hours he waved his wand, muttered, measured, and Apparated around Draco’s drawing room.
Draco alternated between reading an old novel, and watching intently. He truly had no idea what Harry was doing, how it would facilitate the creation of living wards, or even what language Harry was casting in.
At one point he muttered an excuse and hurried to the water closet, only to return to a room that glowed with so many golden threads of magic crisscrossing from ceiling to floor and wall to wall that he wasn’t sure he could safely reenter.
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Draco was still in the doorway minutes later when Harry looked up: green eyes unfocused, hair a wild black mess, body crackling with magic, cock discernably erect. Draco was mesmerized. He wanted that man in his bed. He wanted that man in his body. He could take roughly anything, he realized, in order to have Harry Potter in his life.
Draco swallowed as Harry shot another gold thread from his wand into the walls of Draco’s home.
After a moment of staring, Harry grinned broadly at Draco. “Please excuse my tented robes,” he laughed. “Byproduct of some of these spells.”
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Finally Harry stopped to survey his threads. Some pulsed, some hummed, others flowed. Many curved delicately away from Harry, as though avoiding body heat, or magic. Others bowed toward Harry – or his wand? Draco couldn’t tell in the discordant light.
Harry was able to step directly into a third kind. They went right through. Draco stiffened in discomfort the first time he saw it, but Harry didn’t seem to notice the gold piercing his shoulder. Then he stepped again, and both the golden light, and Harry, seemed unaffected.
Harry didn’t look at him. Draco appreciated the excuse to openly stare.
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“I’m ready,” Harry said. He pulled four miniscule glass vials from a robe pocket and spread them in the air between them. “Blood, sweat, tears,” he pointed, “and, er, semen.”
Draco simply nodded. Harry would tell him what to do.
“C’mon in.” Harry motioned and smiled. “The magic is all for you. It can’t hurt you.”
Gingerly, Draco stepped into and through the threads of light.
“You don’t have to… orgasm.” Harry swallowed. “But the wards will be stronger if you do.”
Draco felt a surge of lust power through him. The perfect excuse. “Can you give me… a hand?
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/113588.html
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Title: Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 17.
Author: twistedm
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x6
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: Challenge #475: Excuse
Rating: PG-13
“Please excuse the long wait before we extract your fluids, but part of the success of my living wards is the elaborate setup,” Harry said as they walked toward the geometric center of the Manor.
Normally Harry had to carefully map such a spot for a client, but Draco waved him off. “My ancestors built with several such spells in mind, and the center is marked.” Pushing away a heavy rug with his wand, Draco exposed a golden X in the marble floor of a beautiful drawing room.
Harry cast one spell and smiled at Draco. “Yep,” he agreed. “Perfect.”
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“You can go, do something else around your house,” Harry said, pushing up his robesleeves. “This part is going to take quite a while.”
“Do I need to leave the room?” Draco asked, perching at the edge of a stiff, tall armchair.
“It isn’t necessary,” Harry said, confusion on his face, “but watching this is probably super boring. I won’t be able to talk to you at all.”
“Any excuse to be around you,” Draco quipped, and Harry tipped his head sideways, wry amusement on his face.
“Suit yourself, then,” Harry agreed, and pulling out his wand, got to work.
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Harry hadn’t exaggerated. For over two hours he waved his wand, muttered, measured, and Apparated around Draco’s drawing room.
Draco alternated between reading an old novel, and watching intently. He truly had no idea what Harry was doing, how it would facilitate the creation of living wards, or even what language Harry was casting in.
At one point he muttered an excuse and hurried to the water closet, only to return to a room that glowed with so many golden threads of magic crisscrossing from ceiling to floor and wall to wall that he wasn’t sure he could safely reenter.
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Draco was still in the doorway minutes later when Harry looked up: green eyes unfocused, hair a wild black mess, body crackling with magic, cock discernably erect. Draco was mesmerized. He wanted that man in his bed. He wanted that man in his body. He could take roughly anything, he realized, in order to have Harry Potter in his life.
Draco swallowed as Harry shot another gold thread from his wand into the walls of Draco’s home.
After a moment of staring, Harry grinned broadly at Draco. “Please excuse my tented robes,” he laughed. “Byproduct of some of these spells.”
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Finally Harry stopped to survey his threads. Some pulsed, some hummed, others flowed. Many curved delicately away from Harry, as though avoiding body heat, or magic. Others bowed toward Harry – or his wand? Draco couldn’t tell in the discordant light.
Harry was able to step directly into a third kind. They went right through. Draco stiffened in discomfort the first time he saw it, but Harry didn’t seem to notice the gold piercing his shoulder. Then he stepped again, and both the golden light, and Harry, seemed unaffected.
Harry didn’t look at him. Draco appreciated the excuse to openly stare.
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“I’m ready,” Harry said. He pulled four miniscule glass vials from a robe pocket and spread them in the air between them. “Blood, sweat, tears,” he pointed, “and, er, semen.”
Draco simply nodded. Harry would tell him what to do.
“C’mon in.” Harry motioned and smiled. “The magic is all for you. It can’t hurt you.”
Gingerly, Draco stepped into and through the threads of light.
“You don’t have to… orgasm.” Harry swallowed. “But the wards will be stronger if you do.”
Draco felt a surge of lust power through him. The perfect excuse. “Can you give me… a hand?
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/113588.html
