dracoharry100 | Stuck in the Middle With You, 46

Title: Stuck in Quarantine With (a surprisingly romantic) You, 46
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: fantasy
Rating for this post:? 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!

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Part 45 https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/384852.html#cutid1

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“Lucky for me,” Harry murmured, “you’re very, very good in bed.”

Draco raised one eyebrow. “You really want to call that a competition?”

Harry laughed, sudden and bright. “No. No I don’t. Good point.” He scratched his neck and looked down.

“You just…” Draco paused, waiting. When Harry finally caught his eye, he winked. “You want another go at me?”

Harry breathed in deep, once, and squared his shoulders. “In the Quidditch showers earlier today. That was a teenage fantasy come to life. But it wasn’t the only one you starred in behind the curtains of my eighth-year four poster.”

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Draco turned to face Harry more fully. They were the last two left at the long wooden table. The House-elves had finished clearing up.

“Thinking about you like that… that’s the way I figured out I was attracted to boys, too,” Harry said quietly. “I spent a year on the run, vaguely dreaming about marrying Ginny someday, so Arthur and Molly and Ron would be my family for real. But it was you I…” Harry stopped himself, not quite ready to admit to the Marauder’s Map. “It was you I thought about at night before I fell asleep,” he compromised.

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“Fascinating,” Draco drawled, low and dark. He reached out one long finger and dragged the tip down Harry’s arm, elbow to wrist, slow, gentle and firm. Harry shivered, reacting to flesh and nail.

“As it happens, Potter, I’ve little to do tonight. Perhaps you would be willing to return to my rooms with me. To share a bottle of wine. You could reveal another one or two of those teenage fantasies.”

“And we could… enact another one?” Harry said, too hopeful to be coy.

“Let’s go find out,” Draco said. He rose, and Harry followed him home like a puppy.

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