Slithering, a sequel. Part 41
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dracoharry100Title: Slithering, a sequel - 41
Author:twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: Rated R today, NC-17 overall
Challenge: Challenge: behind
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 visits Harry. Then Draco visits his father.
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 40: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/211316.html#cutid1
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The sex was glorious.
Because neither of them were foolish enough to talk.
Well. They exchanged words.
“So good!”
“Bed, now.”
“Behind you?”
“Kiss me?”
“Yes.”
“On top?”
But no one asked “what does this mean?”
There were sighs, there were smiles.
But there was no talk of “boyfriends.”
No one was foolish enough to ask for more.
“I have to go.”
“I understand.”
“This felt… so good.”
“See you at school.”
“Of course. At Hogwarts.”
“I look forward to it.”
“Me, too.”
Harry’s Floo made a lonely, whooshing sound as Draco headed home.
He locked it and turned away.
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Draco’s Christmas was hideous.
Traveling to Azkaban was a long, tiring process. First, they Apparated to the Muggle airport at Wick, in Orkney, of all places. The wizard who met them sneered, but steered them to a restricted Floo, which brought them, “one at a time only, sir,” to the ruined chapel on Eynhallow. Mother arrived right behind him.
He found himself thinking, repeatedly, how glad he was that Mother and Harry had changed their plans and shared that blasted tea the day before Christmas, instead of the day after.
He hated feeling that gratitude.
But he felt it, nonetheless.
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From tiny, uninhabited Eynhallow, a grumpy subAuror pressed them, wandless no less, into a rickety boat. No one accompanied them. The boat itself was in charge. The magic that steered it was slow and erratic, making sudden turns in the water which slopped seawater over the sides.
Draco stared behind at brown, flat Eynhallow, until it vanished into the mist.
The sea air ate light. And sound. They rocked, he and Mother, alone in their thoughts, and the mist, and the twilight.
By the time they arrived at Azkaban, over two hours later, their robes and cloaks were soaking wet.
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Father wasn’t glad to see them. Father wasn’t happy about Christmas. Father was angry, ill, and working hard to keep himself from committing violence. His hair was clean, but his robes were dirty. His face was clean, but his gaze was hot.
Mother strove to calm him, but the magic did not allow them to touch. It was the only thing that would have helped.
As soon as he could, Draco walked out of the visiting center and did not look behind himself -- even to check on Mother. He had to get away. He had to breathe.
He wanted Harry.
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/215740.html
Author:
twisted_miracleTeam: death eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: Rated R today, NC-17 overall
Challenge: Challenge: behind
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 visits Harry. Then Draco visits his father.
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 40: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/211316.html#cutid1
The sex was glorious.
Because neither of them were foolish enough to talk.
Well. They exchanged words.
“So good!”
“Bed, now.”
“Behind you?”
“Kiss me?”
“Yes.”
“On top?”
But no one asked “what does this mean?”
There were sighs, there were smiles.
But there was no talk of “boyfriends.”
No one was foolish enough to ask for more.
“I have to go.”
“I understand.”
“This felt… so good.”
“See you at school.”
“Of course. At Hogwarts.”
“I look forward to it.”
“Me, too.”
Harry’s Floo made a lonely, whooshing sound as Draco headed home.
He locked it and turned away.
Draco’s Christmas was hideous.
Traveling to Azkaban was a long, tiring process. First, they Apparated to the Muggle airport at Wick, in Orkney, of all places. The wizard who met them sneered, but steered them to a restricted Floo, which brought them, “one at a time only, sir,” to the ruined chapel on Eynhallow. Mother arrived right behind him.
He found himself thinking, repeatedly, how glad he was that Mother and Harry had changed their plans and shared that blasted tea the day before Christmas, instead of the day after.
He hated feeling that gratitude.
But he felt it, nonetheless.
From tiny, uninhabited Eynhallow, a grumpy subAuror pressed them, wandless no less, into a rickety boat. No one accompanied them. The boat itself was in charge. The magic that steered it was slow and erratic, making sudden turns in the water which slopped seawater over the sides.
Draco stared behind at brown, flat Eynhallow, until it vanished into the mist.
The sea air ate light. And sound. They rocked, he and Mother, alone in their thoughts, and the mist, and the twilight.
By the time they arrived at Azkaban, over two hours later, their robes and cloaks were soaking wet.
Father wasn’t glad to see them. Father wasn’t happy about Christmas. Father was angry, ill, and working hard to keep himself from committing violence. His hair was clean, but his robes were dirty. His face was clean, but his gaze was hot.
Mother strove to calm him, but the magic did not allow them to touch. It was the only thing that would have helped.
As soon as he could, Draco walked out of the visiting center and did not look behind himself -- even to check on Mother. He had to get away. He had to breathe.
He wanted Harry.
Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/215740.html
