Entry tags:
Drabble: Future
Title: Future
Author:
alisanne
Word Count: 100
Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: Written for
hd100's prompt: Tomorrow.
Author's Notes: Harry worries, Draco doesn't.
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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Future
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As they lay together, limbs tangled, Harry’s thoughts began to whirl. Reaching for Draco’s fingers, he clung for a moment.
“You’re thinking too much,” Draco whispered.
Harry sighed. “We can’t keep doing this,” he said. “Our friends think we’re enemies, your parents--”
“Do you really want to talk about my parents right now?” Draco asked, his hand ghosting over Harry’s prick. It twitched in interest and Draco chuckled.
“We have to talk about our future sometime,” Harry said, rolling onto Draco.
“Tomorrow,” Draco muttered.
“You always say that,” Harry complained.
“Because it never comes.”
“Git.”
“Good thing you love me.”
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Author:
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Word Count: 100
Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: Written for
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Author's Notes: Harry worries, Draco doesn't.
Beta:
![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
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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Future
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As they lay together, limbs tangled, Harry’s thoughts began to whirl. Reaching for Draco’s fingers, he clung for a moment.
“You’re thinking too much,” Draco whispered.
Harry sighed. “We can’t keep doing this,” he said. “Our friends think we’re enemies, your parents--”
“Do you really want to talk about my parents right now?” Draco asked, his hand ghosting over Harry’s prick. It twitched in interest and Draco chuckled.
“We have to talk about our future sometime,” Harry said, rolling onto Draco.
“Tomorrow,” Draco muttered.
“You always say that,” Harry complained.
“Because it never comes.”
“Git.”
“Good thing you love me.”
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