First Watch, 19
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dracoharry100Title: First Watch, part 19
Author:twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x5
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: news
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!
Rated: Rated NC-17
Summary: Sometimes, Harry pays more attention to Draco than anyone could reasonably expect.
Author's note: Comments are love!
Part 1: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/148593.html
Part 18: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/226530.html#cutid1
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Harry hadn’t been certain what he wanted until Draco had challenged him, but now, facing the possibility their liason was abruptly done, he knew. He wanted more. Quite a lot more.
Which is why Draco’s irritated reaction caught him off guard.
“What you want? Is all that matters?”
The question shocked, so Harry paused to take Draco in. Harry’s Occlumency was still mediocre, but (despite Draco’s earlier tease) training had improved his Legilimency. Better, a radical openness to others’ minds had taught him to see what people broadcast unintentionally with faces, hands, voices. He could read almost anyone, sans spells.
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Most Aurors read people well, but Harry was the best. And he clearly should have been paying more attention, because Draco was wound like an overburdened spring.
And — he could see it clearly now — it was Harry’s fault. He’d been dismissing Draco as a colleague when he should have been cosseting him like a lover.
“No,” Harry said, trying for gentle. “I apologize for giving that impression.”
Harry looked Draco up and down once again, nice and slow, and catalogued everything he saw. “You’re worried,” he said bluntly, “I only want your arse, want you, for sex, for the distraction.”
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Harry continued, “You’re worried I wanted to fuck out here because it was easy, and now I’m just looking for something convenient. What I think will be news is, I’ve had my eye on you for months.”
Draco put one eyebrow up. Everything he was intentionally doing communicated a careful nonchalance.
Harry noted it, but also saw tightness in Draco’s shoulders, the fist shoved in his pocket, the flush of his cheeks contrasting the pallor washing over the rest of his face. It was striking alongside his relaxed stance, half-open arms, smiling mouth.
Draco was good, but Harry was better.
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“I suspect you think I’m blasé about you. About this. Bet you think I get all the arse I want, I’m so experienced; and you can’t stack up next to all the, I dunno, models and Quidditch stars and famous musicians I fuck on a weekly basis.
“If you read gossip mags, I know for sure that’s the bunk you’ve been fed.
“But that’s bullshit. I’ve had sex with four people. Total. Including you, by the way.”
Harry searched Draco’s eyes, posture, face. Draco was still wary, but less so. He was starting to believe Harry was telling the truth.
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“So, newsflash: I loved fucking you. I absolutely want it again. But I also want dinner with you. I want to relax with you. To be alone with you, even if we don’t take off our clothes.”
Harry took a moment to smile winningly at Draco, and as he did, he watched a bit more tension unwind from Draco’s shoulders, a bit more of Draco’s pallor get replaced by an adorable pink flush.
“Hell, I’d even happily catch bad guys with you. I’d happily camp with you again. So,” he tried again. “Dinner?”
“Yes,” Draco whispered, clearly surprising himself. “Seven.”
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/237053.html#cutid1
Author:
twisted_miracleTeam: death eaters
Word count: 100x5
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: news
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!
Rated: Rated NC-17
Summary: Sometimes, Harry pays more attention to Draco than anyone could reasonably expect.
Author's note: Comments are love!
Part 1: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/148593.html
Part 18: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/226530.html#cutid1
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Harry hadn’t been certain what he wanted until Draco had challenged him, but now, facing the possibility their liason was abruptly done, he knew. He wanted more. Quite a lot more.
Which is why Draco’s irritated reaction caught him off guard.
“What you want? Is all that matters?”
The question shocked, so Harry paused to take Draco in. Harry’s Occlumency was still mediocre, but (despite Draco’s earlier tease) training had improved his Legilimency. Better, a radical openness to others’ minds had taught him to see what people broadcast unintentionally with faces, hands, voices. He could read almost anyone, sans spells.
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Most Aurors read people well, but Harry was the best. And he clearly should have been paying more attention, because Draco was wound like an overburdened spring.
And — he could see it clearly now — it was Harry’s fault. He’d been dismissing Draco as a colleague when he should have been cosseting him like a lover.
“No,” Harry said, trying for gentle. “I apologize for giving that impression.”
Harry looked Draco up and down once again, nice and slow, and catalogued everything he saw. “You’re worried,” he said bluntly, “I only want your arse, want you, for sex, for the distraction.”
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Harry continued, “You’re worried I wanted to fuck out here because it was easy, and now I’m just looking for something convenient. What I think will be news is, I’ve had my eye on you for months.”
Draco put one eyebrow up. Everything he was intentionally doing communicated a careful nonchalance.
Harry noted it, but also saw tightness in Draco’s shoulders, the fist shoved in his pocket, the flush of his cheeks contrasting the pallor washing over the rest of his face. It was striking alongside his relaxed stance, half-open arms, smiling mouth.
Draco was good, but Harry was better.
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“I suspect you think I’m blasé about you. About this. Bet you think I get all the arse I want, I’m so experienced; and you can’t stack up next to all the, I dunno, models and Quidditch stars and famous musicians I fuck on a weekly basis.
“If you read gossip mags, I know for sure that’s the bunk you’ve been fed.
“But that’s bullshit. I’ve had sex with four people. Total. Including you, by the way.”
Harry searched Draco’s eyes, posture, face. Draco was still wary, but less so. He was starting to believe Harry was telling the truth.
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“So, newsflash: I loved fucking you. I absolutely want it again. But I also want dinner with you. I want to relax with you. To be alone with you, even if we don’t take off our clothes.”
Harry took a moment to smile winningly at Draco, and as he did, he watched a bit more tension unwind from Draco’s shoulders, a bit more of Draco’s pallor get replaced by an adorable pink flush.
“Hell, I’d even happily catch bad guys with you. I’d happily camp with you again. So,” he tried again. “Dinner?”
“Yes,” Draco whispered, clearly surprising himself. “Seven.”
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/237053.html#cutid1
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