Draco Malfoy, Good Old-Fashioned Loverboy.
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,027
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Draco Malfoy, Good Old-Fashioned Loverboy.
Disclaimer. Not my characters and I do not own Queen’s song, which this is sorta based upon.
AN- This doesn’t really qualify for the fic challenge for Veela Rituals(I don’t follow the guidelines nor do I mention Harry or Veela in this at all, but that is implied) but the challenge and a song called Good Old-Fashioned Boy by Queen inspired me to write this odd piece of a ficlet, it’s not really prose or poetry. Thanks for your time.
Draco Malfoy, Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy
He sings me tone-deaf love songs on cool autumn eves.
Love songs full of all things.
Loves me as badly as he sings the high notes.
Love songs full of lovely high notes.
He took me dancing at a formal school ball.
Dancing spent in front of the punch bowl.
Dancing so clumsily.
Dancing, Drinking punch of Loverboy.
He smiles quietly and gently laughs in his asinine love.
Smiling in his eyes.
Smiling in his Laugh.
Smiling in his Love.
He is my Good Old-Fashioned Loverboy.
He makes my pulse beat.
He thrusts faster, faster.
He mumbles lovely things.
He says them faster, faster.
He is my Good-Old-Fashioned Loverboy.
He sends me letters between classes.
Letters of nothing.
Letters by owl.
Letters from Loverboy.
He thinks of me always.
He misses me always.
Always loves me.
Always Loverboy.
He takes me to for dinners at fancy places.
Fancy foods.
Fancy dress.
Fancy me with Loverboy.
He always sits me first.
Sits me close.
Sits me on his warm lap.
Sits me in the dark.
He always takes the bill.
Showing me what he worth.
Showing me how much he loves me.
Showing his always-thinning wallet.
He always sends me home with a smile and a glance, always coming back.
Always coming back home.
Always coming back to me.
Always coming back my Loverboy.
He is my Good Old-Fashioned Loverboy.
AN- This doesn’t really qualify for the fic challenge for Veela Rituals(I don’t follow the guidelines nor do I mention Harry or Veela in this at all, but that is implied) but the challenge and a song called Good Old-Fashioned Boy by Queen inspired me to write this odd piece of a ficlet, it’s not really prose or poetry. Thanks for your time.
Draco Malfoy, Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy
He sings me tone-deaf love songs on cool autumn eves.
Love songs full of all things.
Loves me as badly as he sings the high notes.
Love songs full of lovely high notes.
He took me dancing at a formal school ball.
Dancing spent in front of the punch bowl.
Dancing so clumsily.
Dancing, Drinking punch of Loverboy.
He smiles quietly and gently laughs in his asinine love.
Smiling in his eyes.
Smiling in his Laugh.
Smiling in his Love.
He is my Good Old-Fashioned Loverboy.
He makes my pulse beat.
He thrusts faster, faster.
He mumbles lovely things.
He says them faster, faster.
He is my Good-Old-Fashioned Loverboy.
He sends me letters between classes.
Letters of nothing.
Letters by owl.
Letters from Loverboy.
He thinks of me always.
He misses me always.
Always loves me.
Always Loverboy.
He takes me to for dinners at fancy places.
Fancy foods.
Fancy dress.
Fancy me with Loverboy.
He always sits me first.
Sits me close.
Sits me on his warm lap.
Sits me in the dark.
He always takes the bill.
Showing me what he worth.
Showing me how much he loves me.
Showing his always-thinning wallet.
He always sends me home with a smile and a glance, always coming back.
Always coming back home.
Always coming back to me.
Always coming back my Loverboy.
He is my Good Old-Fashioned Loverboy.