Slithering, a sequel. Part 20

[twisted_miracle]

Title: Slithering, a sequel (20)
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Challenge: Drink
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: Harry comes to a conclusion, but doesn't know where to go from here.

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

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Harry only fucked Draco three nights a week, which left lots of time. That Tuesday, he sat down alone in his room with a pot of tea and started to plan. Though he felt bad snooping, he nonetheless began by taking notes on Draco’s diary. After a few pages, he noticed a pattern.

I may never fuck another girl.
BLECH. I'm never doing that (cunnilingus) again.
(A blowjob was ‘horrible’ because) Tracey wanted my attention on her face.
Why do girls insist I grab and suck their gross boobs?
I want to come inside… someone whose face won't disgust me.

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Harry stared into his teacup, then pulled out his Pensieve and took more notes.

Please, let me in. I promise to be what you want.
the sex was… brilliant. I miss it, even though we only had one night.
If you let me stay, I won't refuse you anything... I'll consider anything.
I'm definitely willing to do anal.
I like… face to face.
Your arse is tight and hot.
This school is full of bitches whose list of assets can hardly touch yours.
…marriage to whatever little blonde pureblooded twat Mother manages to snooker into taking my disgraced last name.

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Finishing a second cup, Harry looked over everything he’d written. Between Draco’s hellishly incriminating diary, bolstered by some things he’d written or said out loud, Draco wasn’t exactly coming across as heterosexual. No matter what he might be constantly declaring to anyone who would listen. What straight boy found girls revolting? And not particular girls: not mean ones, or exes, or even Muggleborns. Draco apparently thought all girls ‘gross’.

Harry, in contrast, he clearly found extremely sexually attractive.

But how the hell did he point this out to Draco when he couldn’t admit to snooping into Draco’s private diary?

Fuck.

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Part 21: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/132626.html#cutid1