dracoharry100 | Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 23.

Title: Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 23.
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: heat
Rating: NC-17
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!
Summary: Draco and Harry write poetry with each other. ;)
Author's Note: Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 22: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/122315.html#cutid1

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Outside, the wind swirled snow into eddies, tides, spirals. The clouds greyed the day into an indistinct fuzz of unknown distances, covered trees. Only a few tenacious birds remained, tethered to the Manor by Bippy’s tireless daily offerings of birdseed. The sky tried to insist the winter cold would persist. Eternal.
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Inside, eyes closed. Two men wore nothing but heat, kisses and skin. Fingers sought and found, mouths met and merged, sheets slipped to the floor.

Feet were kissed. And ankles. And knees.

Legs turned and twisted, wrapped and straddled, kneeled and spread.

Hands needed.

Arms held.

Eyes opened. Smiled.

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“You.” Harry said, nearly spent – still eager. “Amazing.”

Draco pulled Harry closer. “I might keep you for the heat you generate alone.”

“Oh?” Harry said, grinning. “A few things come to mind, then.”

“Yes?” Draco reached for Harry’s hand, tipped his head slightly on the pillow. He gave a piranha smile. Chose not to wink.

“First, I had help generating heat.”

Draco conceded with a nod, a softened smile.

“Second,” Harry pushed closer and Draco curled toward him, “what does that imply? For… summer?”

“That’s months away,” Draco said, heart suddenly inconvenient, in his throat.

“Mm,” Harry agreed, and blushed.

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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/125325.html#cutid1