dracoharry100 | Stuck in the Middle With You, 39

Title: Stuck in the Middle With You, 39
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: try
Rating for the fic in total: BIG FAT R
Rating for this post:? PG-13
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!

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Part 38 https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/377712.html#cutid1

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“Fair enough,” Draco agreed. He rolled onto his back, twisted his arms up and back, put his hands under his head. Harry braced himself up on an elbow and leaned over to look into Draco’s handsome face. I could get used to this, he thought, surprised.

“So,” Harry said eventually. “Acedia. Boredom. Loneliness. We’re both dealing with the same crap. I say we watch more movies, broom race again, try some quidditch.”

“We could,” Draco agreed. “I might even like it.” He pulled a hand from behind his head and stroked one finger down Harry’s chest. “But… no more sex?”

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Harry nearly choked on air. “Didn’t say that,” he stuttered.

Draco’s mouth bloomed open into a broad grin. “Harold James Potter—”

“Not my name,” Harry grumbled.

“—are you eager to try me on again?”

Harry let his emotions show all over his face. “Obviously?” he scoffed lightly, hoping Draco saw his sincerity. “You think I work that hard on every man? That I commonly make sure a man comes three times before I come once? You’re gorgeous, Draco. Fit, intelligent, fast on a broom…. And you never act weird about my, uh… status. I definitely want to fuck you again.”

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“Though I clearly intimidate you?”

“You’re not intimidating,” Harry lied.

Draco looked smug. “Tell yourself that.”

“I’ll prove it,” Harry said. He rolled off the bed and began to pull on Quidditch clothes. “I’ll beat you to the snitch.”

“Oh,” Draco said, leaping up. “Try me.”

Draco looked around Harry’s room. “But not in this suit,” he said, gathering it up. “Meet you on the pitch, yeah?”

Harry nodded, then backed Draco up against the edge of the fireplace and kissed him breathless. “I’ll eat your lunch on the pitch,” he murmured, “Then bring you back here and eat… you.”

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To be Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/380004.html#cutid1