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Stuck in Quarantine With (a surprisingly romantic) You, 70
Title: Stuck in Quarantine With (a surprisingly romantic) You, 70
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x5
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: transformation
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 69 https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/407110.html#cutid1
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“Look,” Harry managed to say. Draco’d stopped undressing, but he was down to socks and… underthings, which fit snugly, and shimmered.
Harry tried not to be distracted by the transformation.
“I love having sex with you, and the thought of you sucking my cock in the shower is, er, very exciting. But not if it’s from a sense of obligation, y’know? That would make me uncomfortable, not randy.”
Draco smirked. “You do not want to see me on my knees—”
“Yes! Yes of course I do! But because you want to have sex! Not because you want to thank me!”
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Draco’s smirk became a frown. “Of course I want sex with you,” he said, but he looked and sounded annoyed.
Harry put his forehead into his palm and breathed for a moment. “Will you just… sit?” he begged. He dragged a chair over and gestured dramatically until Draco huffed and sat on the couch, straight-backed and glowering. Harry sat right in front of Draco, leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and looked Draco in the eye.
“I fucked up earlier because I was too dumb to communicate about what was happening between us,” Harry said. “I’m gonna fix that. Now.”
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“When we first started,” Harry began, “when I lost my cool and you insulted me and we both got all competitive about our brooms, I was definitely attracted, but I couldn’t have said if I wanted a fuck buddy, a fling, or a boyfriend. We have plenty of bad history, plus the pandemic’s been… messing with my head.”
Draco looked disconcerted, but he nodded.
“But we spent lots of time together, admittedly over only a few days, and my uncertainty… transformed? Mutated, maybe. I was delighted to learn how good you are in bed, but you’re also really good company.”
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Draco sneered a little, but he also sat up slightly taller. It would’ve been amusing if Harry wasn’t feeling such an earnest need to explain himself.
“I’ve been lonely, sure, but not enough to want something unhealthy. I’m not alone here. We’re the youngest teachers, but I’ve enjoyed socializing with most of the others, and I’ve not yet transmuted into a toad. Or a hermit.” Harry laughed bleakly. “I’m also not lonely enough to pressure you into something you don’t want. I told you before, consent’s really important to me. I’m not taking a blowjob meant as a thank you.”
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“I understand,” Draco agreed stiffly.
Harry exhaled and sat back. “Great, ok. That’s… that’s good.”
“So how shall I properly show gratitude?” Draco asked. He was frowning.
“Er, you said thank you. A few times. Seemed proper to me.” Harry feared he sounded like a jerk, but how else did he say he’d been thanked enough?
“What would you know about Pureblood etiquette?” Draco said.
He looked haughty and pompous. Harry was reasonably sure he should not have found it hot. He wiped his face again. Then he thought Draco’s words through. “Blowjobs are Pureblood etiquette?”
Draco blushed bright pink.
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To be Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/409041.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x5
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: transformation
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 69 https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/407110.html#cutid1
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“Look,” Harry managed to say. Draco’d stopped undressing, but he was down to socks and… underthings, which fit snugly, and shimmered.
Harry tried not to be distracted by the transformation.
“I love having sex with you, and the thought of you sucking my cock in the shower is, er, very exciting. But not if it’s from a sense of obligation, y’know? That would make me uncomfortable, not randy.”
Draco smirked. “You do not want to see me on my knees—”
“Yes! Yes of course I do! But because you want to have sex! Not because you want to thank me!”
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Draco’s smirk became a frown. “Of course I want sex with you,” he said, but he looked and sounded annoyed.
Harry put his forehead into his palm and breathed for a moment. “Will you just… sit?” he begged. He dragged a chair over and gestured dramatically until Draco huffed and sat on the couch, straight-backed and glowering. Harry sat right in front of Draco, leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and looked Draco in the eye.
“I fucked up earlier because I was too dumb to communicate about what was happening between us,” Harry said. “I’m gonna fix that. Now.”
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“When we first started,” Harry began, “when I lost my cool and you insulted me and we both got all competitive about our brooms, I was definitely attracted, but I couldn’t have said if I wanted a fuck buddy, a fling, or a boyfriend. We have plenty of bad history, plus the pandemic’s been… messing with my head.”
Draco looked disconcerted, but he nodded.
“But we spent lots of time together, admittedly over only a few days, and my uncertainty… transformed? Mutated, maybe. I was delighted to learn how good you are in bed, but you’re also really good company.”
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Draco sneered a little, but he also sat up slightly taller. It would’ve been amusing if Harry wasn’t feeling such an earnest need to explain himself.
“I’ve been lonely, sure, but not enough to want something unhealthy. I’m not alone here. We’re the youngest teachers, but I’ve enjoyed socializing with most of the others, and I’ve not yet transmuted into a toad. Or a hermit.” Harry laughed bleakly. “I’m also not lonely enough to pressure you into something you don’t want. I told you before, consent’s really important to me. I’m not taking a blowjob meant as a thank you.”
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“I understand,” Draco agreed stiffly.
Harry exhaled and sat back. “Great, ok. That’s… that’s good.”
“So how shall I properly show gratitude?” Draco asked. He was frowning.
“Er, you said thank you. A few times. Seemed proper to me.” Harry feared he sounded like a jerk, but how else did he say he’d been thanked enough?
“What would you know about Pureblood etiquette?” Draco said.
He looked haughty and pompous. Harry was reasonably sure he should not have found it hot. He wiped his face again. Then he thought Draco’s words through. “Blowjobs are Pureblood etiquette?”
Draco blushed bright pink.
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To be Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/409041.html#cutid1
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