At the gym, part 24
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dracoharry100Title: At the gym, 24
Author:twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: trouble
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: Comments are love!
Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1217516.html
Part 23: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/157157.html#cutid1
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Draco had a sudden, intense memory: Harry, naked at his feet, tying Draco’s shoe. He wanted that. Not subservience, but care. Attention. Time.
“The best sex,” Draco snapped, “is surely between mind-readers. But my legilimency is mediocre. What sex would you find best?”
Harry ignored him. “Lemon? Milk?”
“Sugar if it’s no trouble,” Draco said. “But why hesitate? Last Friday you were... uninhibited. Astonishingly so. Now you listen, but you won’t speak! If you won’t answer a single challenging or difficult question, Harry, I’ll be quite annoyed.”
“If I only knew you were ready to hear,” Harry mumbled.
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Draco’s blood boiled. “Is that what this sudden, ludicrous reticence is about?” he snarled. “You do, actually, have something to say? Words you could speak? To clarify? But you won’t trouble yourself to take a fucking risk for me?
“I would remind you,” Draco said, standing taller, stepping closer, “the risks I took in coming home with you last weekend, and then in staying, and then in returning. For you, this fish has leapt so far from the water, I’m not sure I could find it right now.” He narrowed his eyes. “Be a Gryffindor, arsehole.”
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Harry looked up, both hands braced on the kitchen table, and for one terrifying heartbeat of a moment, Draco thought his eyes had been replaced by burning coals. “You want me to tell you the whole, unvarnished, soul-bearing truth?” he asked Draco in a heavy whisper. “You think I should take some trouble to outline in exact detail what I want to get out of having sex with you? You want me to take a risk? Then what the fuck, Draco, let’s go ahead and dance.”
A bit stunned, Draco sat heavily in a chair across from Harry, and waited.
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And the last 10: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/160970.html#cutid1
Author:
twisted_miracleTeam: death eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: trouble
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: Comments are love!
Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1217516.html
Part 23: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/157157.html#cutid1
Draco had a sudden, intense memory: Harry, naked at his feet, tying Draco’s shoe. He wanted that. Not subservience, but care. Attention. Time.
“The best sex,” Draco snapped, “is surely between mind-readers. But my legilimency is mediocre. What sex would you find best?”
Harry ignored him. “Lemon? Milk?”
“Sugar if it’s no trouble,” Draco said. “But why hesitate? Last Friday you were... uninhibited. Astonishingly so. Now you listen, but you won’t speak! If you won’t answer a single challenging or difficult question, Harry, I’ll be quite annoyed.”
“If I only knew you were ready to hear,” Harry mumbled.
Draco’s blood boiled. “Is that what this sudden, ludicrous reticence is about?” he snarled. “You do, actually, have something to say? Words you could speak? To clarify? But you won’t trouble yourself to take a fucking risk for me?
“I would remind you,” Draco said, standing taller, stepping closer, “the risks I took in coming home with you last weekend, and then in staying, and then in returning. For you, this fish has leapt so far from the water, I’m not sure I could find it right now.” He narrowed his eyes. “Be a Gryffindor, arsehole.”
Harry looked up, both hands braced on the kitchen table, and for one terrifying heartbeat of a moment, Draco thought his eyes had been replaced by burning coals. “You want me to tell you the whole, unvarnished, soul-bearing truth?” he asked Draco in a heavy whisper. “You think I should take some trouble to outline in exact detail what I want to get out of having sex with you? You want me to take a risk? Then what the fuck, Draco, let’s go ahead and dance.”
A bit stunned, Draco sat heavily in a chair across from Harry, and waited.
And the last 10: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/160970.html#cutid1
