dracoharry100 | Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 84

Title: Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 84
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x5
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: who
Rating for this series: Rated NC-17
Rating for this post: Rated R
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!
This fic is coming to an end.

Summary: Narcissa might have a solution? Pity Draco's so distracted. And distracting.

Part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 83: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/306651.html#cutid1

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“Well,” Narcissa looked unsure. “I knew little about it. I never went through! But it was a literal doorway in Cellenina’s house. If she wanted to visit her grandparents, she could open the door at the end of the hallway where her bedroom was, walk through, and, apparently, she would be magically transported from that hallway, here in Wiltshire, to her grandparents home, who lived somewhere in Wales.”

“That’s not necessarily far,” Harry said, frowning. “Parts of Wales are only 40 miles away. Do you know if distance is a factor with this magic? HillSide is over 300 miles away.”

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“I do not,” Narcissa said, clearly sorry. “I am not even certain I have the right name for the doorway, now that I think about this.”

“Perhaps your childhood friend, who had one, knows more,” Harry said, sitting taller. “Could you help me contact her? Even if the doorway cannot solve Draco’s and my problem, I could sell that apparatus. It sounds exceedingly useful, under at least some circumstances, even if it is very limited in application.”

“You talk so differently when you are being professional,” Draco said quietly, leaning in sightly and putting a hand low on Harry’s thigh.

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Harry felt his face heat and tried to discreetly look away from Narcissa, whose smirk he did not quite manage to miss.

“Goodnight, Draco darling. Harry,” Narcissa said, her amusement audible if subtle. “I think the time has come for me to retire for the evening.”

“If you wish,” Draco said politely, but Harry heard the insincerity. So did Narcissa, from the increased tilt to her little smile, but she called for Vissy and headed upstairs anyway.

“Merlin,” Harry said, hanging his head and huffing out one pained laugh. “Must you do things like that in front of your Mum?”

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“Frankly,” Draco said, standing, straddling his boyfriend’s thighs, depositing himself in Harry’s lap; putting his hands in Harry’s hair, “yes, I must. But only once or twice a month.”

He kissed Harry, who kissed him back, then grinned.

“Besides,” Draco said, kissing Harry again, this time going for that sensitive spot under Harry’s ear, “you really do turn me on with that professional tone and speaking style.”

“Interesting,” Harry said, amused and becoming more and more randy with every kiss. He secured his hands under Draco’s muscular arse and stood, Draco in his arms, legs now wrapped around Harry’s waist.

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“Harry!” Draco laughed.

Harry apparated them into Draco’s bedroom.

“Shall we talk about… wards?” Harry husked into Draco’s ear as he gently set Draco down on the enormous bed.

“Maybe later,” Draco said, laughing again, pulling at Harry’s shoulders.

“Potions, perhaps?” Harry teased, his fingers pulling Draco’s shirt from where it was tucked neatly into his trousers.

“Harry,” Draco said, trying not to whine. “Stop talking. More kissing.”

“No academic talk?” Harry murmured between nips to Draco’s jaw. “Who are you and what’ve you done with my sexy, pedantic boyfriend?”

“Shut up and get down here,” Draco growled.

Harry obeyed.

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To be Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/308559.html#cutid1