By Me Downfall
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,995
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. I make nothing from writing this.
Part Two
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. I make nothing from writing this.
Summary: And the truth starts coming.
Pairing: H/D, Implied Hr/R
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
A/N: I’ve decided to make BMD a vignette.
P.S. Any one requester can request as many as they want. And if you want to post one yourself, you have to go through a very rigorous editing stage, and that’s only if I accept your story. If it’s something I like, you might get a little lenience, but I am very picky about my fics.
And you will get full credit for writing it, I promise.
Here’s the second one, continued from the first but not exactly the same point.
Be My Downfall, Part Two
Christmas at the House of Black was always busy, and this year was no different.
Except Draco was there and he was making everybody nervous.
“Let’s go upstairs all ready, Harry. This is boring.” Draco sneered, glaring at Ginny from across the table almost possessively. He wrapped his arms around the brunette’s shoulders, sticking his tongue out childishly. Harry pried the arms from around his neck.
“Fine. We’ll go upstairs., but you owe me later.” The Gryffindor said knowingly, pulling his boyfriend up from the table and leading him up the stairs. With every door they passed, Draco tightened his grip, breath coming faster. Then they stopped in front of their room, and the silver haired teen nudged him up against the door.
Eager lips sealed over his own as Draco tangled his fingers Harry’s hair, tilting his head back to deepen the kiss.
“I’m telling you, Hermione, Harry’s gonna marry the bloody git. Have you seen the way he looks at Malfoy?” Ron said in an exasperated voice, stopping dead when he came upon his best friend and worst enemy caught in a passionate snog fest in the middle of the hallway. He grunted and walked ahead, while Hermione just stayed behind and stared.
“What are you looking at, Granger? We’re busy.” Draco told her, raising an eyebrow in challenge when she refused to move.
“This is just…I’m not…” Hermione stumbled over her words, blushing madly as she hurried past them.
Draco snorted, “She fancies Weasley so much it sickens me.”
Harry rolled his eyes as he opened the door behind them and shoved Draco inside, intent on keeping his mouth otherwise occupied for the rest of the night.
Summary: And the truth starts coming.
Pairing: H/D, Implied Hr/R
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
A/N: I’ve decided to make BMD a vignette.
P.S. Any one requester can request as many as they want. And if you want to post one yourself, you have to go through a very rigorous editing stage, and that’s only if I accept your story. If it’s something I like, you might get a little lenience, but I am very picky about my fics.
And you will get full credit for writing it, I promise.
Here’s the second one, continued from the first but not exactly the same point.
Be My Downfall, Part Two
Christmas at the House of Black was always busy, and this year was no different.
Except Draco was there and he was making everybody nervous.
“Let’s go upstairs all ready, Harry. This is boring.” Draco sneered, glaring at Ginny from across the table almost possessively. He wrapped his arms around the brunette’s shoulders, sticking his tongue out childishly. Harry pried the arms from around his neck.
“Fine. We’ll go upstairs., but you owe me later.” The Gryffindor said knowingly, pulling his boyfriend up from the table and leading him up the stairs. With every door they passed, Draco tightened his grip, breath coming faster. Then they stopped in front of their room, and the silver haired teen nudged him up against the door.
Eager lips sealed over his own as Draco tangled his fingers Harry’s hair, tilting his head back to deepen the kiss.
“I’m telling you, Hermione, Harry’s gonna marry the bloody git. Have you seen the way he looks at Malfoy?” Ron said in an exasperated voice, stopping dead when he came upon his best friend and worst enemy caught in a passionate snog fest in the middle of the hallway. He grunted and walked ahead, while Hermione just stayed behind and stared.
“What are you looking at, Granger? We’re busy.” Draco told her, raising an eyebrow in challenge when she refused to move.
“This is just…I’m not…” Hermione stumbled over her words, blushing madly as she hurried past them.
Draco snorted, “She fancies Weasley so much it sickens me.”
Harry rolled his eyes as he opened the door behind them and shoved Draco inside, intent on keeping his mouth otherwise occupied for the rest of the night.