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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
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2
Views:
2,282
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13
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'Picture Perfect' Preview
Hello everyone!
Thanks so much for all your support, here and on ff.net!
To tide you over, here is a preview of the Cool sequel, Picture Perfect. Please look out for it!!!
Also look out for Father Lucifer, YMCA (trust me, okay?), Penndragonne and Glue!
Tsx
PLEASE NOTE THAT PICTURE PERFECT WILL BE A SEPARATE STORY, NOT A CHAPTER OF THIS ONE!!!
THIS STORY IS A ONESHOT! SO IS PICTURE PERFECT! THEY ARE JUST IN THE SAME ARC!
THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME.
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\'Do you have to continually associate me with rectally defective undesirable animals?\' Harry groaned, batting Malfoy\'s hand away. Malfoy sat back on his heels, staring up at Harry as he leant against the high mattress of the bed. Looking from above, Harry could appreciate the way emotions, thoughts, ideas, notions and feelings flowed across the alabaster of his face like water, the sediment of an expression settling, before being carried away by the force of the bubbling stream of Malfoy spirit. Currently a smear of a crinkle had caught up in the nose as Malfoy surveyed him with eyes that reflected only moonlight and starlight and glows otherworldly. There was curiosity twinkling like a grain of gold, and stubbornness like a sudden wash of iron.
\'Yes,\' Malfoy replied tersely. \'Yes I do. If you don\'t like it, you can either ignore it or you can naff off somewhere where you don\'t have to hear it.\'
\'No need to get your knickers in a twist, Malfoy,\' Harry purred back, smirking. \'I just find it kind of funny that you keep making these associations when it\'s you,\' he paused, his voice becoming lower and slower, \'who lies back and takes it.\' And as if a cloud of dust had swirled into the water, Malfoy\'s cheeks became speckled with a very irritable blush...
Harry sniffed the air. Perhaps the farmer was burning off his muck heap. No... it smelt lighter than that. More clingy. More... tobacco like.
Harry crinkled his nose. Everyone around here smoked pipes or not at all. This was expensive cigarettes. A horse nickered nearby, tossing it\'s head over a fence. Harry was about to pet it\'s nose when he spotted the flick of a wrist dislodging ash from the offending cigarette. The wrist was attached to a hand with a large, proud signet ring on the middle finger which almost looked out of place on such slender digits. But that flick spoke more than the confident \'M\' emblazoned in silver. It spoke rage.
He was here. He had stepped out of the dream and had come to Harry.
And he was fucking livid.
***
See you soon! Tsx
Thanks so much for all your support, here and on ff.net!
To tide you over, here is a preview of the Cool sequel, Picture Perfect. Please look out for it!!!
Also look out for Father Lucifer, YMCA (trust me, okay?), Penndragonne and Glue!
Tsx
PLEASE NOTE THAT PICTURE PERFECT WILL BE A SEPARATE STORY, NOT A CHAPTER OF THIS ONE!!!
THIS STORY IS A ONESHOT! SO IS PICTURE PERFECT! THEY ARE JUST IN THE SAME ARC!
THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME.
****
***
\'Do you have to continually associate me with rectally defective undesirable animals?\' Harry groaned, batting Malfoy\'s hand away. Malfoy sat back on his heels, staring up at Harry as he leant against the high mattress of the bed. Looking from above, Harry could appreciate the way emotions, thoughts, ideas, notions and feelings flowed across the alabaster of his face like water, the sediment of an expression settling, before being carried away by the force of the bubbling stream of Malfoy spirit. Currently a smear of a crinkle had caught up in the nose as Malfoy surveyed him with eyes that reflected only moonlight and starlight and glows otherworldly. There was curiosity twinkling like a grain of gold, and stubbornness like a sudden wash of iron.
\'Yes,\' Malfoy replied tersely. \'Yes I do. If you don\'t like it, you can either ignore it or you can naff off somewhere where you don\'t have to hear it.\'
\'No need to get your knickers in a twist, Malfoy,\' Harry purred back, smirking. \'I just find it kind of funny that you keep making these associations when it\'s you,\' he paused, his voice becoming lower and slower, \'who lies back and takes it.\' And as if a cloud of dust had swirled into the water, Malfoy\'s cheeks became speckled with a very irritable blush...
Harry sniffed the air. Perhaps the farmer was burning off his muck heap. No... it smelt lighter than that. More clingy. More... tobacco like.
Harry crinkled his nose. Everyone around here smoked pipes or not at all. This was expensive cigarettes. A horse nickered nearby, tossing it\'s head over a fence. Harry was about to pet it\'s nose when he spotted the flick of a wrist dislodging ash from the offending cigarette. The wrist was attached to a hand with a large, proud signet ring on the middle finger which almost looked out of place on such slender digits. But that flick spoke more than the confident \'M\' emblazoned in silver. It spoke rage.
He was here. He had stepped out of the dream and had come to Harry.
And he was fucking livid.
***
See you soon! Tsx