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dracoharry100Title: Stuck in Quarantine With (a surprisingly romantic) You, 68
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: dune
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!
Start here: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/329496.html
Part 67 https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/405472.html#cutid1
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“More; of course...” Draco said, sounding far away and utterly distracted; but his eyes were still sharp, searching and attached to Harry’s bare chest.
Harry stood and stretched. He was not unaware of the effect he was having on Draco, but he was nonetheless a bit surprised. Draco was not only an intellectual and a proud Wizard, he was also remarkably muscular himself. But he couldn’t seem to raise his eyes past Harry’s neck.
“Beachgrass,” Draco muttered. “Seaside goldenrod. Wild rose. Beach pea and bayberry. Picked under a waxing moon, fermented together over a fortnight, on a strict one-to-one ratio.”
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“What’s that, a potion?” Harry asked quietly, but instead of waiting for an answer, he spread his feet shoulder width apart, raised both arms high, and slowly leaned sideways over his right leg.
“Hope you don’t mind,” he said, leaning slowly down over the other leg. “I need to stretch out my lats and traps after I lift.”
Draco seemed unable to further articulate his thoughts. Instead he waved a “go on” gesture toward Harry, who grinned, and continued to turn his ordinary stretching regimen into a chance to show off.
Finally, he felt on solid ground with this man.
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“Yes,” Draco eventually muttered. “A potion. Made exclusively of plants found on sand dunes. It, er….”
Harry stood tall, grasped one wrist behind his back with his other hand, and pulled gently. He knew his pecs were getting at least slightly more prominent, and he was glad of it, but these were the stretches he normally did after lifting, so he closed his eyes to better concentrate on his posture and relax into the stretch. He lowered his head slightly toward one shoulder and allowed himself to release a low groan of pleasure at the stretch in his sore muscles.
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Harry opened one eye as he finished with that side. Draco still appeared rather entranced, so Harry stretched out his other side the same way, moved on to stretching his legs, and finally finished up by spelling his weights clean and putting them away.
“So,” he finally said. “You were talking about a sand dune potion? What does it do?”
“Oh,” Draco said, seeming to come out of a trance, “it is the potion I recite to myself when I….” He stopped. “Never mind. Do you do that… weight routine every day?”
“No, three times a week,” Harry said, grinning.
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/407110.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: dune
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!
Start here: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/329496.html
Part 67 https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/405472.html#cutid1
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“More; of course...” Draco said, sounding far away and utterly distracted; but his eyes were still sharp, searching and attached to Harry’s bare chest.
Harry stood and stretched. He was not unaware of the effect he was having on Draco, but he was nonetheless a bit surprised. Draco was not only an intellectual and a proud Wizard, he was also remarkably muscular himself. But he couldn’t seem to raise his eyes past Harry’s neck.
“Beachgrass,” Draco muttered. “Seaside goldenrod. Wild rose. Beach pea and bayberry. Picked under a waxing moon, fermented together over a fortnight, on a strict one-to-one ratio.”
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“What’s that, a potion?” Harry asked quietly, but instead of waiting for an answer, he spread his feet shoulder width apart, raised both arms high, and slowly leaned sideways over his right leg.
“Hope you don’t mind,” he said, leaning slowly down over the other leg. “I need to stretch out my lats and traps after I lift.”
Draco seemed unable to further articulate his thoughts. Instead he waved a “go on” gesture toward Harry, who grinned, and continued to turn his ordinary stretching regimen into a chance to show off.
Finally, he felt on solid ground with this man.
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“Yes,” Draco eventually muttered. “A potion. Made exclusively of plants found on sand dunes. It, er….”
Harry stood tall, grasped one wrist behind his back with his other hand, and pulled gently. He knew his pecs were getting at least slightly more prominent, and he was glad of it, but these were the stretches he normally did after lifting, so he closed his eyes to better concentrate on his posture and relax into the stretch. He lowered his head slightly toward one shoulder and allowed himself to release a low groan of pleasure at the stretch in his sore muscles.
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Harry opened one eye as he finished with that side. Draco still appeared rather entranced, so Harry stretched out his other side the same way, moved on to stretching his legs, and finally finished up by spelling his weights clean and putting them away.
“So,” he finally said. “You were talking about a sand dune potion? What does it do?”
“Oh,” Draco said, seeming to come out of a trance, “it is the potion I recite to myself when I….” He stopped. “Never mind. Do you do that… weight routine every day?”
“No, three times a week,” Harry said, grinning.
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/407110.html#cutid1
