Stuck in the Middle With You, 40
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dracoharry100Title: Stuck in the Middle With You, 40
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: fail
Rating for the fic in total: BIG FAT R
Rating for this post:? low 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!
Start here: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/329496.html
Part 39 https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/378834.html#cutid1
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Draco flooed out, clutching his wrinkled suit and still looking a bit doped by Harry’s kisses.
Grinning at the image, Harry dressed in Quidditch gear and grabbed his best broom, headed toward the front doors and then out to the pitch on foot. He was pretty sure he was still better than Draco at Quidditch, but — win or lose — he couldn’t really fail.
If Harry won, Draco might be pissy, but he wouldn’t be terribly surprised and Harry would be able to “make it up to him.” If Draco beat Harry to the snitch, however, he had so many options.
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He could pout and demand kisses in recompense.
He could fawn over Draco’s brilliance, either convincingly or humorously.
He could declare Draco had earned whatever sexual favours he desired.
By the time Harry arrived at the pitch, he’d gotten himself rather worked up over the possibilities of how he and Draco might celebrate a victory, and mourn a failure, no matter whose.
So, it seemed, had Draco. For as Harry strode onto the pitch, Draco rushed to meet him, grabbed him by the shoulders, and snogged him until Harry dropped his broom in favour of grabbing Draco by the hips.
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/380961.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: fail
Rating for the fic in total: BIG FAT R
Rating for this post:? low 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!
Start here: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/329496.html
Part 39 https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/378834.html#cutid1
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Draco flooed out, clutching his wrinkled suit and still looking a bit doped by Harry’s kisses.
Grinning at the image, Harry dressed in Quidditch gear and grabbed his best broom, headed toward the front doors and then out to the pitch on foot. He was pretty sure he was still better than Draco at Quidditch, but — win or lose — he couldn’t really fail.
If Harry won, Draco might be pissy, but he wouldn’t be terribly surprised and Harry would be able to “make it up to him.” If Draco beat Harry to the snitch, however, he had so many options.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He could pout and demand kisses in recompense.
He could fawn over Draco’s brilliance, either convincingly or humorously.
He could declare Draco had earned whatever sexual favours he desired.
By the time Harry arrived at the pitch, he’d gotten himself rather worked up over the possibilities of how he and Draco might celebrate a victory, and mourn a failure, no matter whose.
So, it seemed, had Draco. For as Harry strode onto the pitch, Draco rushed to meet him, grabbed him by the shoulders, and snogged him until Harry dropped his broom in favour of grabbing Draco by the hips.
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/380961.html#cutid1
