Luck of the Draw
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alisanneTitle: Luck of the Draw
Author:alisanne
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Summary: Harry and Draco benefit from the luck of the Irish.
Word Count: 2230
Genre: Romance.
Warnings: Sex.
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hd_pots_n_porn's prompt #87: Corned beef, for hd_fluff's prompt #111: Get Lucky, and for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
enchanted_jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge #109: spring, sunshine, cheerful, bright, linen.
Beta:sevfan.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Luck of the Draw
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“Come on, Draco,” said Pansy, tugging him along. “You may as well have lunch with me, you’re not doing anything else.”
“Well I was working.”
“Fine.” Pansy snorted. “You’re not doing anything that important,” she clarified.
Draco, rolling his eyes, nevertheless let himself be dragged along. “This had better be quick,” he muttered. “I’ve reports due.”
“We all have reports due. But we all need to eat, too. I hear there’s something fun going on in the cafeteria today,” Pansy said. She smirked at him over her shoulder. “And who knows? Maybe you’ll get lucky. You could use some luck. Or at least a good shag.”
Blushing, Draco drew breath to deliver a scathing retort, but before he could say anything, Pansy propelled him into the Ministry’s dining room.
Draco’s mouth dropped open as he took in the decor. Gone were the dour walls of plain beige that Draco privately called ‘soul sapping salmon’. Instead, the walls and ceiling had been charmed to mimic a spring day, down to the sun in the sky and trees reflecting dappled sunshine. The Ministry’s cafeteria tables had been replaced by picnic tables adorned with cheerfully bright linens in various pastel shades of pink, lime, yellow and baby blue. “Salazar,” he whispered. “It looks like Easter threw up in here.”
Pansy giggled. “Yes, it does, rather. Although, before we celebrate Easter, there’s--”
“Top of the morning to ye!”
Both Draco and Pansy stared at Finnigan, who was decked out in green pantaloons like a-- “And what in Salazar’s name are you supposed to be?” Draco asked, eyebrow raised.
“I’m your friendly, Ministry leprechaun,” chirped Finnigan with a grin. “Happy Saint Paddy’s Day!” Waving his hand, he then showered bits of gold tinsel over their heads before laughing raucously and moving on.
Draco and Pansy exchanged a look. “You know, I may be better off eating a sandwich in my office--” Draco murmured. “In fact, I’m not sure lunch is a good idea today--”
“Not a chance!” Pansy hissed, her hand tightening on his arm. “If I have to endure this, so do you!”
Draco groaned. “Fine. But let’s get this over with quickly. And there had better be something good on the menu.”
What there was was corned beef and cabbage, lots and lots of it. Some of it dyed quite green. Pansy made a face. “I’m sorry, darling. This is terrible. How about I make it up to you and take you out to lunch at Chez Pierre?”
Draco was about to jump on that offer when a burst of laughter made him turn to look. Potter was shaking his head and grinning as his friends, Weasley and Granger, giggled and tried to skip stones across the Transfigured bit of pond that had also been conjured in the cafeteria. Draco pursed his lips. “Maybe another time,” he said distantly. “I should, um...”
Pansy hummed. “You’re right. It looks like Potter’s going to be all alone for lunch. Maybe you should...save him.”
Draco tore his attention from Potter to glare at her but she was already gone, having skipped off to chat with Theo.
Huffing, Draco helped himself to some corned beef, the non-dyed version, before meandering towards Potter.
In the years after the war, Draco’d had time to think and he and Potter had had time to talk. It turned out they weren’t so different after all, and they’d even become friends of a sort. And if Draco had recently had the epiphany that a lot of their animosity during school had probably stemmed from attraction, well, that was his business, wasn’t it? “Care for some company?” he asked when he got to Potter’s table.
Potter smiled. “Hey, Draco. Sure, have a seat.”
Draco sat, eating his corned beef and watching Potter. “Your friends seem to like that pond,” he said after a few moments.
Potter’s smile deepened. “Yeah. It looks a lot like a place we ended up spending a lot time while we were on the run during the war. I guess it has...romantic connotations for them.” His smile faded. “There weren’t a lot of happy things that year, so I can’t begrudge them, you know?”
“Ah.” Draco looked down at his corned beef, concentrating on eating. The last thing he wanted was to think about that year.
“Damn.” Potter’s voice was soft. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring back bad memories.”
Startled, Draco looked up at him. “I hardly think you need to apologise,” he said. “You were the one saving all our arses.”
Potter shrugged. “Still, it was insensitive of me. Let’s talk about something else. Do you have plans tonight?”
“Other than hoping to survive this corned beef?” Draco deadpanned, gesturing to it with his fork. “Not really. You?”
Potter grimaced. “Seamus is throwing some sort of St Patrick’s Day thing at his place. I’m pretty sure mention was made of green beer.” He shuddered. “I’m not even fond of regular beer.”
Draco chuckled. “Well I can guarantee there are no green beverages at my place,” he said. “All I have is brandy, pumpkin juice, and some Firewhisky. None of which are green.”
Potter’s eyes sparkled. “That’s the best offer I’ve received all day. What time should I be there?”
Draco blinked. Had Harry Potter just invited himself over to Draco’s for drinks? Apparently. He coughed. “Seven?”
“Brilliant.” Potter leaned across the table. “Can I bring anything?”
Just yourself. Draco hummed. “Some snacks, perhaps? Anything that isn’t green.”
Potter laughed. “Deal.” Standing, he patted Draco’s shoulder, seemingly oblivious to the sensual spark that jolted Draco from the contact. “I’ll see you later, then.”
Somehow Draco managed to nod. “Yes. I’ll send an interoffice memo with my Floo coordinates.”
“Perfect.” As Potter strode off, Draco stared after him, trying hard not to seem as if he was focussing on his arse. Although Potter did have a fine one.
“Right,” said Pansy, settling into the seat across from Draco’s and startling him. “Spill. What was that all about?”
“Nothing,” Draco said.
Pansy raised an eyebrow. “You never could fool me, but fine, keep your secrets. You’ll tell me eventually.”
“There’s nothing to tell,” Draco protested.
Pansy simply smirked. “I’ll be back for the real story tomorrow.”
After managing to fob Pansy off with vague answers, Draco raced back to his office to try to finish his reports. Unsurprisingly, his mind wasn’t on them and, after completing only one, he gave up and, shooting an interoffice memo to Potter as promised, he left for the day. Fortunately, he was so far ahead in his work that no one batted an eye.
Once back at his flat, Draco tidied up, casting a Dusting Charm over the whole place and picking up the few out of place mags he had lying about. The rest of the day he spent shopping and then carefully picking his outfit.
This is it, he finally decided, eyeing himself in the mirror. His grey-blue shirt brought out his eyes perfectly, and the tailored charcoal grey trousers framed his arse fetchingly. Licking his lips, he winked at his reflection, smirking when the mirror whistled appreciatively.
When Potter arrived, Draco was past ready, but he did manage to take a deep breath and wait a long moment before opening the door.
Potter looked delectable, having changed out of his uniform and into a red shirt that somehow made his eyes pop. “Snacks,” he said, handing Draco a tray.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Non-green I hope?”
Potter shrugged. “Some green bits may have slipped in. Couldn’t be helped.”
Draco stepped aside, gesturing him inside. “Very well. I suppose I have to let you in anyway since I did invite you.”
Potter grinned. “Yes, yes you do.” As Draco shut the door, he looked around. “Nice place you’ve got.”
“Thanks.” Leading him into the living room, Draco said, “What would you like to drink? I did pick up a few other things in addition to what I mentioned earlier. I’ve red and white wine, whiskey, juice--”
“Red wine is fine.” Potter smiled. “You mean you didn’t pick up any green wine?”
Draco set Potter’s tray on the table. “I can make your wine green if you like. Some simple Transfiguration should do the trick--”
“No thanks. I’m fine.”
Draco licked his lips and turned away. Yes you are.
After pouring them both drinks, Draco sat down on the sofa next to Potter. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be at Finnigan’s?” he asked after a few moments of quiet. “It would probably be more exciting.”
Potter, who had been staring into his glass, looked up at Draco. An odd look crossed his face as if he’d made up his mind about something and, with a smile, he put down his glass and took Draco’s, too, setting it aside. “Actually, I think our evening has the potential to be a lot more exciting than any party.”
Draco, mouth dry, didn’t move as Potter leaned in and, cupping his jaw in his hand, kissed him. Opening his mouth under the onslaught of Potter’s tongue, Draco moaned into his mouth, looping his arms around Potter’s neck and kissing him back.
Potter gathered Draco to him, continuing to kiss the breath out of him until they had to separate to gulp air. “Wanted to do that for so long,” Potter whispered as he skimmed his mouth along Draco’s jaw. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?”
Draco laughed softly. “What can I possibly say to that that won’t make me sound conceited?” he murmured, his fingers playing with the buttons on Potter’s shirt.
Drawing back, Potter smiled. “Guess I’ll just have to show you, then,” he said. He looked around. “Although I’d prefer somewhere a bit more comfortable--”
“Subtle,” Draco snorted as he got to his feet, pulling Potter with him.
Potter shrugged. “Gryffindor,” he reminded Draco. “We’re the full speed ahead blokes, remember?”
Draco smirked, taking his hand and practically dragging him to his bed. “Yes, I think I do recall that.”
They tumbled into Draco’s bed laughing, clothes flying as they tore at them to get to warm skin underneath. Potter was fit, something Draco had intellectually known from watching over the years, but seeing him naked gave Draco a new appreciation for the physicality of the Auror training program. Simply put, Potter was hot. And the way he gazed up at Draco, admiration and lust blazing in his eyes, it appeared he found Draco appealing, too.
“How do you want to do this?” Draco asked, running his hands over Potter’s chest.
Potter slid his hands down over Draco’s back to cup his arse and squeeze. “I’m up for anything,” he said.
Slowly, Draco smiled. “Good. That’s good.” Bending down, he kissed Potter. “Because I want you to fuck me.”
Groaning, Potter arched up, rolling them over until he was straddling Draco. “Well,” he growled, his fingers moving between Draco’s legs, “Far be it from me to be an ungracious guest--”
Closing his eyes, Draco gasped as Potter’s fingers pushed inside him. He hadn’t even heard Potter conjure the lube but he had to have since his fingers were slick.
“Spread your legs,” Potter murmured, voice soft and ragged. “Fuck, look at you--”
Whimpering, Draco arched his back. “Please,” he begged.
Potter did. Cursing under his breath, he pushed Draco’s legs further apart before holding him open with his thumb as he moved a third finger inside him to stretch him. Pleasure sparks shot up Draco’s spine until, finally, Potter withdrew his fingers to thrust his cock deep.
Draco fisted the sheets, pushing back against Potter as he began to slide in and out. With every in and out motion he loosened Draco so he was able to take him more easily. As he moved, Potter clutched Draco’s hips, his nails digging into Draco’s skin. “So fucking gorgeous,” Potter was muttering as he moved.
His cock positively aching to be touched, Draco shifted up, trying to stroke himself, but Potter beat him to it, reaching around him and taking him in hand. Draco moaned. He felt so full, and as Potter moved, as the pleasure built slowly, it was almost a surprise when it burst from him in thick pulses.
Trembling, Draco groaned while Potter sped up, pounding into him until he, too, shuddered through his own orgasm before collapsing on top of Draco. After a few moments, he rolled off to lie at his side, chest heaving.
“So,” Potter said once he’d regained his breath. “Still think Seamus’ party would be more exciting than this?”
Draco stretched before rolling over to look at him. “I think you know the answer to that. Plus, we still have wine and snacks. We’ll be fine.”
“Yeah.” Potter rested his hand on Draco’s chest and started toying with his nipple. “I think so, too. So, up for more excitement?”
Slowly, Draco smiled. “You know, I believe so.” He pursed his lips. “So, did you plan this when you invited yourself over tonight?”
“Maybe,” Potter whispered as he straddled Draco once again. “Problem?”
Draco pulled him down on top of him. “Not at all.”
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Author:
alisanneRating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Summary: Harry and Draco benefit from the luck of the Irish.
Word Count: 2230
Genre: Romance.
Warnings: Sex.
A/N: Written for
hd_pots_n_porn's prompt #87: Corned beef, for hd_fluff's prompt #111: Get Lucky, and for enchanted_jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge #109: spring, sunshine, cheerful, bright, linen. Beta:
sevfan.Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Luck of the Draw
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“Come on, Draco,” said Pansy, tugging him along. “You may as well have lunch with me, you’re not doing anything else.”
“Well I was working.”
“Fine.” Pansy snorted. “You’re not doing anything that important,” she clarified.
Draco, rolling his eyes, nevertheless let himself be dragged along. “This had better be quick,” he muttered. “I’ve reports due.”
“We all have reports due. But we all need to eat, too. I hear there’s something fun going on in the cafeteria today,” Pansy said. She smirked at him over her shoulder. “And who knows? Maybe you’ll get lucky. You could use some luck. Or at least a good shag.”
Blushing, Draco drew breath to deliver a scathing retort, but before he could say anything, Pansy propelled him into the Ministry’s dining room.
Draco’s mouth dropped open as he took in the decor. Gone were the dour walls of plain beige that Draco privately called ‘soul sapping salmon’. Instead, the walls and ceiling had been charmed to mimic a spring day, down to the sun in the sky and trees reflecting dappled sunshine. The Ministry’s cafeteria tables had been replaced by picnic tables adorned with cheerfully bright linens in various pastel shades of pink, lime, yellow and baby blue. “Salazar,” he whispered. “It looks like Easter threw up in here.”
Pansy giggled. “Yes, it does, rather. Although, before we celebrate Easter, there’s--”
“Top of the morning to ye!”
Both Draco and Pansy stared at Finnigan, who was decked out in green pantaloons like a-- “And what in Salazar’s name are you supposed to be?” Draco asked, eyebrow raised.
“I’m your friendly, Ministry leprechaun,” chirped Finnigan with a grin. “Happy Saint Paddy’s Day!” Waving his hand, he then showered bits of gold tinsel over their heads before laughing raucously and moving on.
Draco and Pansy exchanged a look. “You know, I may be better off eating a sandwich in my office--” Draco murmured. “In fact, I’m not sure lunch is a good idea today--”
“Not a chance!” Pansy hissed, her hand tightening on his arm. “If I have to endure this, so do you!”
Draco groaned. “Fine. But let’s get this over with quickly. And there had better be something good on the menu.”
What there was was corned beef and cabbage, lots and lots of it. Some of it dyed quite green. Pansy made a face. “I’m sorry, darling. This is terrible. How about I make it up to you and take you out to lunch at Chez Pierre?”
Draco was about to jump on that offer when a burst of laughter made him turn to look. Potter was shaking his head and grinning as his friends, Weasley and Granger, giggled and tried to skip stones across the Transfigured bit of pond that had also been conjured in the cafeteria. Draco pursed his lips. “Maybe another time,” he said distantly. “I should, um...”
Pansy hummed. “You’re right. It looks like Potter’s going to be all alone for lunch. Maybe you should...save him.”
Draco tore his attention from Potter to glare at her but she was already gone, having skipped off to chat with Theo.
Huffing, Draco helped himself to some corned beef, the non-dyed version, before meandering towards Potter.
In the years after the war, Draco’d had time to think and he and Potter had had time to talk. It turned out they weren’t so different after all, and they’d even become friends of a sort. And if Draco had recently had the epiphany that a lot of their animosity during school had probably stemmed from attraction, well, that was his business, wasn’t it? “Care for some company?” he asked when he got to Potter’s table.
Potter smiled. “Hey, Draco. Sure, have a seat.”
Draco sat, eating his corned beef and watching Potter. “Your friends seem to like that pond,” he said after a few moments.
Potter’s smile deepened. “Yeah. It looks a lot like a place we ended up spending a lot time while we were on the run during the war. I guess it has...romantic connotations for them.” His smile faded. “There weren’t a lot of happy things that year, so I can’t begrudge them, you know?”
“Ah.” Draco looked down at his corned beef, concentrating on eating. The last thing he wanted was to think about that year.
“Damn.” Potter’s voice was soft. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring back bad memories.”
Startled, Draco looked up at him. “I hardly think you need to apologise,” he said. “You were the one saving all our arses.”
Potter shrugged. “Still, it was insensitive of me. Let’s talk about something else. Do you have plans tonight?”
“Other than hoping to survive this corned beef?” Draco deadpanned, gesturing to it with his fork. “Not really. You?”
Potter grimaced. “Seamus is throwing some sort of St Patrick’s Day thing at his place. I’m pretty sure mention was made of green beer.” He shuddered. “I’m not even fond of regular beer.”
Draco chuckled. “Well I can guarantee there are no green beverages at my place,” he said. “All I have is brandy, pumpkin juice, and some Firewhisky. None of which are green.”
Potter’s eyes sparkled. “That’s the best offer I’ve received all day. What time should I be there?”
Draco blinked. Had Harry Potter just invited himself over to Draco’s for drinks? Apparently. He coughed. “Seven?”
“Brilliant.” Potter leaned across the table. “Can I bring anything?”
Just yourself. Draco hummed. “Some snacks, perhaps? Anything that isn’t green.”
Potter laughed. “Deal.” Standing, he patted Draco’s shoulder, seemingly oblivious to the sensual spark that jolted Draco from the contact. “I’ll see you later, then.”
Somehow Draco managed to nod. “Yes. I’ll send an interoffice memo with my Floo coordinates.”
“Perfect.” As Potter strode off, Draco stared after him, trying hard not to seem as if he was focussing on his arse. Although Potter did have a fine one.
“Right,” said Pansy, settling into the seat across from Draco’s and startling him. “Spill. What was that all about?”
“Nothing,” Draco said.
Pansy raised an eyebrow. “You never could fool me, but fine, keep your secrets. You’ll tell me eventually.”
“There’s nothing to tell,” Draco protested.
Pansy simply smirked. “I’ll be back for the real story tomorrow.”
After managing to fob Pansy off with vague answers, Draco raced back to his office to try to finish his reports. Unsurprisingly, his mind wasn’t on them and, after completing only one, he gave up and, shooting an interoffice memo to Potter as promised, he left for the day. Fortunately, he was so far ahead in his work that no one batted an eye.
Once back at his flat, Draco tidied up, casting a Dusting Charm over the whole place and picking up the few out of place mags he had lying about. The rest of the day he spent shopping and then carefully picking his outfit.
This is it, he finally decided, eyeing himself in the mirror. His grey-blue shirt brought out his eyes perfectly, and the tailored charcoal grey trousers framed his arse fetchingly. Licking his lips, he winked at his reflection, smirking when the mirror whistled appreciatively.
When Potter arrived, Draco was past ready, but he did manage to take a deep breath and wait a long moment before opening the door.
Potter looked delectable, having changed out of his uniform and into a red shirt that somehow made his eyes pop. “Snacks,” he said, handing Draco a tray.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Non-green I hope?”
Potter shrugged. “Some green bits may have slipped in. Couldn’t be helped.”
Draco stepped aside, gesturing him inside. “Very well. I suppose I have to let you in anyway since I did invite you.”
Potter grinned. “Yes, yes you do.” As Draco shut the door, he looked around. “Nice place you’ve got.”
“Thanks.” Leading him into the living room, Draco said, “What would you like to drink? I did pick up a few other things in addition to what I mentioned earlier. I’ve red and white wine, whiskey, juice--”
“Red wine is fine.” Potter smiled. “You mean you didn’t pick up any green wine?”
Draco set Potter’s tray on the table. “I can make your wine green if you like. Some simple Transfiguration should do the trick--”
“No thanks. I’m fine.”
Draco licked his lips and turned away. Yes you are.
After pouring them both drinks, Draco sat down on the sofa next to Potter. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be at Finnigan’s?” he asked after a few moments of quiet. “It would probably be more exciting.”
Potter, who had been staring into his glass, looked up at Draco. An odd look crossed his face as if he’d made up his mind about something and, with a smile, he put down his glass and took Draco’s, too, setting it aside. “Actually, I think our evening has the potential to be a lot more exciting than any party.”
Draco, mouth dry, didn’t move as Potter leaned in and, cupping his jaw in his hand, kissed him. Opening his mouth under the onslaught of Potter’s tongue, Draco moaned into his mouth, looping his arms around Potter’s neck and kissing him back.
Potter gathered Draco to him, continuing to kiss the breath out of him until they had to separate to gulp air. “Wanted to do that for so long,” Potter whispered as he skimmed his mouth along Draco’s jaw. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?”
Draco laughed softly. “What can I possibly say to that that won’t make me sound conceited?” he murmured, his fingers playing with the buttons on Potter’s shirt.
Drawing back, Potter smiled. “Guess I’ll just have to show you, then,” he said. He looked around. “Although I’d prefer somewhere a bit more comfortable--”
“Subtle,” Draco snorted as he got to his feet, pulling Potter with him.
Potter shrugged. “Gryffindor,” he reminded Draco. “We’re the full speed ahead blokes, remember?”
Draco smirked, taking his hand and practically dragging him to his bed. “Yes, I think I do recall that.”
They tumbled into Draco’s bed laughing, clothes flying as they tore at them to get to warm skin underneath. Potter was fit, something Draco had intellectually known from watching over the years, but seeing him naked gave Draco a new appreciation for the physicality of the Auror training program. Simply put, Potter was hot. And the way he gazed up at Draco, admiration and lust blazing in his eyes, it appeared he found Draco appealing, too.
“How do you want to do this?” Draco asked, running his hands over Potter’s chest.
Potter slid his hands down over Draco’s back to cup his arse and squeeze. “I’m up for anything,” he said.
Slowly, Draco smiled. “Good. That’s good.” Bending down, he kissed Potter. “Because I want you to fuck me.”
Groaning, Potter arched up, rolling them over until he was straddling Draco. “Well,” he growled, his fingers moving between Draco’s legs, “Far be it from me to be an ungracious guest--”
Closing his eyes, Draco gasped as Potter’s fingers pushed inside him. He hadn’t even heard Potter conjure the lube but he had to have since his fingers were slick.
“Spread your legs,” Potter murmured, voice soft and ragged. “Fuck, look at you--”
Whimpering, Draco arched his back. “Please,” he begged.
Potter did. Cursing under his breath, he pushed Draco’s legs further apart before holding him open with his thumb as he moved a third finger inside him to stretch him. Pleasure sparks shot up Draco’s spine until, finally, Potter withdrew his fingers to thrust his cock deep.
Draco fisted the sheets, pushing back against Potter as he began to slide in and out. With every in and out motion he loosened Draco so he was able to take him more easily. As he moved, Potter clutched Draco’s hips, his nails digging into Draco’s skin. “So fucking gorgeous,” Potter was muttering as he moved.
His cock positively aching to be touched, Draco shifted up, trying to stroke himself, but Potter beat him to it, reaching around him and taking him in hand. Draco moaned. He felt so full, and as Potter moved, as the pleasure built slowly, it was almost a surprise when it burst from him in thick pulses.
Trembling, Draco groaned while Potter sped up, pounding into him until he, too, shuddered through his own orgasm before collapsing on top of Draco. After a few moments, he rolled off to lie at his side, chest heaving.
“So,” Potter said once he’d regained his breath. “Still think Seamus’ party would be more exciting than this?”
Draco stretched before rolling over to look at him. “I think you know the answer to that. Plus, we still have wine and snacks. We’ll be fine.”
“Yeah.” Potter rested his hand on Draco’s chest and started toying with his nipple. “I think so, too. So, up for more excitement?”
Slowly, Draco smiled. “You know, I believe so.” He pursed his lips. “So, did you plan this when you invited yourself over tonight?”
“Maybe,” Potter whispered as he straddled Draco once again. “Problem?”
Draco pulled him down on top of him. “Not at all.”
~
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Date: 2015-03-29 02:43 am (UTC)Thanks, hon!