Teaching Teddy, 19
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Title: Teaching Teddy, 19
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: mess
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!
Summary: Harry and Malfoy are waaay too drunk for this.
Continued from part 18: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/188186.html#cutid1
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Harry giggled as he pulled Draco upstairs by one hand. Opening the door, he half-yelled, “Sorry my bedroom’s a mess.” He was trying to whisper.
“I should use a guest bedroom,” Draco said, his eyes enormous and his mouth tight. Harry didn’t notice. “Don’t have one,” he said, and sat on the foot of his bed to remove his shoes and socks.
“You don’t?” Draco said, unable to hide his drunken surprise. “But this is the third floor!”
“I know,” Harry said, nodding hard. “But I had to throw out most of the furniture. Some was rotting. Rest was cursed.”
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Draco sat heavily. “So this is…” he swallowed. “Okay?”
“S’more than,” Harry said, making careful eye contact. “I like sharing beds. Super cosier this way.”
He paused. “I can take your shoes off? I’ll put the socks inside, so they don’t get lost in my mess.”
Draco stared at Harry, unable to respond. So Harry slipped down off the bed and, humming, pulled off Draco’s shoes and socks, one by one. He carefully inserted the socks into the shoes, as promised, then he stood and held out one hand. “Cuddle?” he asked.
Draco slowly raised one hand in silent response.
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/192727.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: mess
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!
Summary: Harry and Malfoy are waaay too drunk for this.
Continued from part 18: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/188186.html#cutid1
Harry giggled as he pulled Draco upstairs by one hand. Opening the door, he half-yelled, “Sorry my bedroom’s a mess.” He was trying to whisper.
“I should use a guest bedroom,” Draco said, his eyes enormous and his mouth tight. Harry didn’t notice. “Don’t have one,” he said, and sat on the foot of his bed to remove his shoes and socks.
“You don’t?” Draco said, unable to hide his drunken surprise. “But this is the third floor!”
“I know,” Harry said, nodding hard. “But I had to throw out most of the furniture. Some was rotting. Rest was cursed.”
Draco sat heavily. “So this is…” he swallowed. “Okay?”
“S’more than,” Harry said, making careful eye contact. “I like sharing beds. Super cosier this way.”
He paused. “I can take your shoes off? I’ll put the socks inside, so they don’t get lost in my mess.”
Draco stared at Harry, unable to respond. So Harry slipped down off the bed and, humming, pulled off Draco’s shoes and socks, one by one. He carefully inserted the socks into the shoes, as promised, then he stood and held out one hand. “Cuddle?” he asked.
Draco slowly raised one hand in silent response.
Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/192727.html#cutid1