The Firewhisky In The Punch
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
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6,605
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15
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Currently Reading:
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Look It!
A/N: I was inspired by this icon: http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c219/chibi_warumono/2cgblsg.jpg, given to me by my sister. As I was writing it, Draco said something that could be used as a new prompt. "Well, it was just like the thunder and lightning on a hot June night. Pure magic." Please, see if you can find a use for it. I'd like to see the results!
Quote: Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit--look who's here!
Story: Look It!
"Oh, God, Draco, right there," Harry moaned as Draco did something with his tongue that ought to be illegal. He lifted his hips, trying to wordless order Draco to keep up that little twist or press or whatever it was.
"What the bloody hell!"
Two heads, one dark, one fair, looked up in surprise. There stood Ron and Hermione, both wide-eyed at having caught the intimate moment. A bag lay at their feet, eggs oozing onto the hardwood floor. Harry was mortified, but Draco smirked.
"Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit!" Draco said. "Look who's here!"
Harry turned to glare at his no-more-secret-boyfriend. "Draco, hush." He stood and faced his friends and gave a weak half-smile. "You're home early." Shit. He knew it was the wrong thing to say but what else could he have said?
Hermione shook her head and waved her wand, cleaning the eggs up. "Well, we'll need more eggs tomorrow."
Ron spluttered. "Is that all you can say?"
Hermione sighed as she waved her wand and sent the groceries to the kitchen. She turned to Ron, hands on her hips. "Ron, hush."
Draco butted in again, still having gained no sense of how to properly shut his mouth. "What do you know, Harry? You sound like Granger."
Ron looked ready to pop a blood vessel while Hermione turned to Harry. "What exactly did you give him? I'm sure he's changed but..." She seemed unable to put into words exactly what she meant, but several years of friendship, Harry didn't need any of his friends to elaborate.
"Well, you know, there's a new show on the BBC..." Harry pointed out.
Luckily, Hermione got it right away. Aside from a muttered, 'ah', she didn't say anything more.
Unluckily, Ron did.
"Harry! This is the ferret!" It was a good thing that they had silencing charms up or the entire neighborhood would have known what was going on. "How can...He probably has...What about..."
Harry rubbed his faced down and sighed. "Ron, either a finishing sentence or let me explain."
Hermione butted in, trying to keep Ron calm. "Go ahead and explain Harry."
"Well, it was just like the thunder and lightning on a hot June night," Draco piped up. "Pure magic."
The former Golden Trio all turned as one to stare at Draco who was smiling at them all brightly. Harry sighed. "That sums it up. We met at a club one night, fucked and...haven't stopped since then."
Hermione nodded slowly while Ron was still looking very, very confused.
"And, now, I'm off to my room to try and figure out what Draco took," Harry said as he grabbed Draco's arm and hauled the other man up the stairs.
"It was just some potion the twins sent me Harry, honestly," Draco said, " 'Course, the bottle did say something about that show on the BBC."
Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. While he was sure he would never forget the scene that had just happened, he did wonder what Ron would manage to think of to say tomorrow morning.
Quote: Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit--look who's here!
Story: Look It!
"Oh, God, Draco, right there," Harry moaned as Draco did something with his tongue that ought to be illegal. He lifted his hips, trying to wordless order Draco to keep up that little twist or press or whatever it was.
"What the bloody hell!"
Two heads, one dark, one fair, looked up in surprise. There stood Ron and Hermione, both wide-eyed at having caught the intimate moment. A bag lay at their feet, eggs oozing onto the hardwood floor. Harry was mortified, but Draco smirked.
"Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit!" Draco said. "Look who's here!"
Harry turned to glare at his no-more-secret-boyfriend. "Draco, hush." He stood and faced his friends and gave a weak half-smile. "You're home early." Shit. He knew it was the wrong thing to say but what else could he have said?
Hermione shook her head and waved her wand, cleaning the eggs up. "Well, we'll need more eggs tomorrow."
Ron spluttered. "Is that all you can say?"
Hermione sighed as she waved her wand and sent the groceries to the kitchen. She turned to Ron, hands on her hips. "Ron, hush."
Draco butted in again, still having gained no sense of how to properly shut his mouth. "What do you know, Harry? You sound like Granger."
Ron looked ready to pop a blood vessel while Hermione turned to Harry. "What exactly did you give him? I'm sure he's changed but..." She seemed unable to put into words exactly what she meant, but several years of friendship, Harry didn't need any of his friends to elaborate.
"Well, you know, there's a new show on the BBC..." Harry pointed out.
Luckily, Hermione got it right away. Aside from a muttered, 'ah', she didn't say anything more.
Unluckily, Ron did.
"Harry! This is the ferret!" It was a good thing that they had silencing charms up or the entire neighborhood would have known what was going on. "How can...He probably has...What about..."
Harry rubbed his faced down and sighed. "Ron, either a finishing sentence or let me explain."
Hermione butted in, trying to keep Ron calm. "Go ahead and explain Harry."
"Well, it was just like the thunder and lightning on a hot June night," Draco piped up. "Pure magic."
The former Golden Trio all turned as one to stare at Draco who was smiling at them all brightly. Harry sighed. "That sums it up. We met at a club one night, fucked and...haven't stopped since then."
Hermione nodded slowly while Ron was still looking very, very confused.
"And, now, I'm off to my room to try and figure out what Draco took," Harry said as he grabbed Draco's arm and hauled the other man up the stairs.
"It was just some potion the twins sent me Harry, honestly," Draco said, " 'Course, the bottle did say something about that show on the BBC."
Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. While he was sure he would never forget the scene that had just happened, he did wonder what Ron would manage to think of to say tomorrow morning.