Slithering, a sequel. Part 36
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dracoharry100Title: Slithering, a sequel - 36
Author:twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: R for this installment, NC-17 overall
Challenge: Challenge: difficult
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: Draco's kind of dreading having a TALK with Mother.
Author's second 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 35: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/193909.html#cutid1
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Mother did not meet the train, but it was hardly difficult to find the hired driver and pass over his luggage. He was almost ostentatious in his refusal to look anywhere near Potter. He left King’s Cross with his head literally held high.
The car had a nice selection of drinks and music. Sitting alone in the back with no expectations placed upon him should have been a relief, but Draco’s brain was a muddled mess of thoughts he did not want to think, options he did not want to consider, and memories he rather wished he did not have.
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Mother was in the conservatory when Draco arrived home. She accepted his excuses (“so tired,” “exams”) without difficulty. Draco escaped to his room.
He unpacked his own little bag, not wanting a house-elf even for a few moments. He thought to change into more comfortable clothing, but once nude he stopped, paused, then ran himself a scalding bath.
Sinking into the bubbles, Draco sighed and ducked his head down, smoothed out the excess water, relaxed his spine and closed his eyes.
Of course, this meant his brain immediately supplied a million memories of Potter. Naked. Eager. Happy.
Bloody fucking hell.
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/198970.html#cutid1
Author:
twisted_miracleTeam: death eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: R for this installment, NC-17 overall
Challenge: Challenge: difficult
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: Draco's kind of dreading having a TALK with Mother.
Author's second 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 35: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/193909.html#cutid1
Mother did not meet the train, but it was hardly difficult to find the hired driver and pass over his luggage. He was almost ostentatious in his refusal to look anywhere near Potter. He left King’s Cross with his head literally held high.
The car had a nice selection of drinks and music. Sitting alone in the back with no expectations placed upon him should have been a relief, but Draco’s brain was a muddled mess of thoughts he did not want to think, options he did not want to consider, and memories he rather wished he did not have.
Mother was in the conservatory when Draco arrived home. She accepted his excuses (“so tired,” “exams”) without difficulty. Draco escaped to his room.
He unpacked his own little bag, not wanting a house-elf even for a few moments. He thought to change into more comfortable clothing, but once nude he stopped, paused, then ran himself a scalding bath.
Sinking into the bubbles, Draco sighed and ducked his head down, smoothed out the excess water, relaxed his spine and closed his eyes.
Of course, this meant his brain immediately supplied a million memories of Potter. Naked. Eager. Happy.
Bloody fucking hell.
Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/198970.html#cutid1
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Date: 2018-02-24 12:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-02-24 08:26 pm (UTC)as for his mum, we'll have to see what the next prompt is. ;)
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Date: 2018-02-24 10:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-02-25 04:12 pm (UTC)