dracoharry100 | Slithering, a sequel. Part 18

Title: Slithering, a sequel (18)
Author:

twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x3 (Two that fulfill the prompt)
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Challenge: Mend
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's true colors are showing, and they aren't a rainbow.

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"
part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1207586.html#cutid1
part 17: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/126040.html#cutid1

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Harry hadn’t expected Draco to be possessive. But he liked to touch Harry in public. A hand on the back of Harry’s neck. A hand at the small of his back. A hand on Harry’s thigh, for Merlin’s sake.

Draco liked to open doors for Harry. He liked when Harry smiled at him, though he rarely smiled back.

He particularly liked to ‘pick Harry up’ as dinner ended on nights when they had their standing fuck date.

Sometimes Harry felt they were mending every fence they had ruined together as children.

Sometimes Harry felt they broke new ones every day.

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Harry enjoyed the physical attention more than he’d expected.

The fucking continued to be spectacular, which he’d not only expected, he’d demanded. If Draco didn’t deliver multiple, spectacular orgasms, it was over and they both knew it. Harry knew that ultimatum also applied to him.

Harry loved kissing Draco while they fucked, too; passionate, delicious kisses he’d never expected.

And he loved the way Draco was constantly touching him in public. The never-ending affection seemed to mend a hole in his soul he’d plastered over long before, then promptly tried to forget.

What he hated was the way Draco… talked.

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“I’m no faggot,” Draco would say, patting Harry’s arse in front of everyone. “I just know how not to bite the hand that feeds me.”

“I’m no poofter,” he would assert when he stopped at the Gryffindor table as dinner was ending. “I just don’t want any sneaky fags horning in on my free sex.”

“Bitches and poofs take cock,” Harry once heard Draco explaining to some younger Slytherin. “Only men have cocks to satisfy a lover. I never receive, so I’m not queer.”

“I’m not gay like you,” he told Harry. “What I am, is an opportunist.”

Harry sighed.

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19: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/129182.html#cutid1