Reading Too Much Drarry
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
7,632
Reviews:
41
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Reading Too Much Drarry
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling and her minions own everything related to Harry Potter and his magical world. I make no money from this paltry piece of Potterotica.
Author’s Note: Thanks to the wonderful Scully for your beta work on this.
Chapter 1: That Time of the Month
Chapter Summary: I’m tired of mpreg stories that don’t deal with this!
“Goddamn it, Harry! Did you eat the last of the Honeydukes chocolate? Every time I turn around it seems that you’re eating all the chocolate around here. Did it ever occur to you to be at least a wee bit sensitive to the fact that there may be other people in the house who were saving it, you insensitive oaf?”
“Hmm, what did you say, Draco? The chocolate? Yeah, I came home from pulling that all night shift at work and wanted something a little sweet before –“
“And how many times have I told you to throw the wrappers away and not just leave them lying around! Are you still such a pathetic slob that you can’t even be bothered with a minor Incendio spell? What do I look like, a house-elf?”
“I’m sorry, babe, I guess I wasn’t thinking. And besides, the new house-elf’s name is Dipsy, right? Laa-Laa didn’t work out and so we sent her back to Manor. Your mother said –“
“Shite! That’s not the point! You think you can just come in here at all hours of the day and night and not call to say you’ll be late? I was worried sick about you! What would I do if something happened to you?”
“Draco, don’t you remember? Ron and I were on an all-night stake out trying to catch the last of some of the more violent werewolves. It’s a full moon, you know, the first of the month and – Oh.”
Harry’s eyes widened slightly but he tried to remove any trace of fear from his expression when he realized what the full moon meant to Draco. For Draco, it was ‘That Time Of The Month’. What was it they said about situations like this-- never show fear?
“Werewolves?! Fuck Potter, that’s pathetic. Why don’t you just admit that you fancy him and you were out fucking Ron instead of me! Just admit it, you bastard, you don’t love me anymore!”
Draco’s voice wavered as he started to cry and stomped out of the room, slamming the door.
Harry waited a minute or two in tense anticipation. After a moment’s silence, he relaxed, sighed and let his shoulders slump in the weariness of the overnight patrol and the defeat of the upcoming few days.
Mood swings and bitchiness, it seemed, were not exclusive to females.
Author’s Note: Thanks to the wonderful Scully for your beta work on this.
Chapter 1: That Time of the Month
Chapter Summary: I’m tired of mpreg stories that don’t deal with this!
“Goddamn it, Harry! Did you eat the last of the Honeydukes chocolate? Every time I turn around it seems that you’re eating all the chocolate around here. Did it ever occur to you to be at least a wee bit sensitive to the fact that there may be other people in the house who were saving it, you insensitive oaf?”
“Hmm, what did you say, Draco? The chocolate? Yeah, I came home from pulling that all night shift at work and wanted something a little sweet before –“
“And how many times have I told you to throw the wrappers away and not just leave them lying around! Are you still such a pathetic slob that you can’t even be bothered with a minor Incendio spell? What do I look like, a house-elf?”
“I’m sorry, babe, I guess I wasn’t thinking. And besides, the new house-elf’s name is Dipsy, right? Laa-Laa didn’t work out and so we sent her back to Manor. Your mother said –“
“Shite! That’s not the point! You think you can just come in here at all hours of the day and night and not call to say you’ll be late? I was worried sick about you! What would I do if something happened to you?”
“Draco, don’t you remember? Ron and I were on an all-night stake out trying to catch the last of some of the more violent werewolves. It’s a full moon, you know, the first of the month and – Oh.”
Harry’s eyes widened slightly but he tried to remove any trace of fear from his expression when he realized what the full moon meant to Draco. For Draco, it was ‘That Time Of The Month’. What was it they said about situations like this-- never show fear?
“Werewolves?! Fuck Potter, that’s pathetic. Why don’t you just admit that you fancy him and you were out fucking Ron instead of me! Just admit it, you bastard, you don’t love me anymore!”
Draco’s voice wavered as he started to cry and stomped out of the room, slamming the door.
Harry waited a minute or two in tense anticipation. After a moment’s silence, he relaxed, sighed and let his shoulders slump in the weariness of the overnight patrol and the defeat of the upcoming few days.
Mood swings and bitchiness, it seemed, were not exclusive to females.