dracoharry100 | Slithering, a sequel. Part 9

Title: Slithering, a sequel (9)
Author:

twistedm
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Challenge: #476: Late
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!

Author's Note: This is a sequel to "Slither In," which starts here: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/286839.html
and ends here: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/460335.html

Sequel "Slithering" starts with
part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1207586.html
part 7: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1218596.html
part 8: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/109044.html

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Neville, Parvati and Hermione left the library early on Tuesday, but Harry stayed late to finish a Transfiguration assignment. If he couldn’t be an Auror (and the Elder Wand’s master sure as hell couldn’t) he had to figure out what else he was good at. And, frankly, he was damn good at Transfiguration.

He'd finished his essay and dried the ink, when a shadow fell across his parchment and books. He looked up. Malfoy was standing between Harry and the candles illuminating his table.

“Well,” Harry said, leaning back. He crossed his arms over his chest. “This oughta be entertaining.”

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“No need to be… contrary,” Malfoy said, and sat gracefully in the chair opposite. “I thought to come by. Say hello.”

“Chat?” Harry snarled.

“Lovely,” Malfoy agreed, as though chatting had actually been Harry’s idea. “I’d enjoy that.” His smile had too many teeth.

“It’s late,” Harry said. “Pince will kick us out in ten minutes. Less. We’ve no time to ‘chat’.”

Slowly, Malfoy looked down at his watch. Then he raised one slender eyebrow, as though the information he found there was a surprise. “You’re right,” he agreed easily. “Perhaps you should come to mine.”

Harry rolled his eyes.

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“Let’s spend some time,” Malfoy said, ignoring Harry’s face. “We could stay up late, talk, see what develops. I know what you wanted, before. I’d be up for something more mutual this time, as long as it wasn’t, y’know, fucking.” He blushed deeply, in spite of himself.

Harry stood. He stepped closer to Malfoy, preventing the other boy from standing. Then he leaned in aggressively.

“I would rather,” Harry hissed, “vomit up slugs.” Then Harry flourished his wand in Malfoy’s face. Malfoy flinched but Harry had only gathered his books, papers and quill. They followed obediently as Harry stalked away.

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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/112048.html