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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,003
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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As shags go, it wasn’t a monumental one. If truth be told, it wasn’t even a great one. But somewhere, in the middle of all the soft panting and moaning, that seized to be of importance. They both felt it, felt that slight shift, when it stopped being just about the sex, and began drifting into the realm of… something else entirely.
What happened that night was, should have been, nothing new. The day had been crammed with barely-disguised hints, all so blatantly obvious, and yet unseen by everyone else. The physical squabbling had long since dissipated into an outlet for the need to simply touch, in any way possible – and was, invariably, followed later in the evening by the almost reverential act of kissing every minor injury, soothing away the discomfort by mouth and teeth and tongue. All that was left of the old animosity was the outer framework; the posturing, the name-calling and the wildly-exaggerated threats.
It thrilled them both to know that this was theirs, and theirs alone. And maybe that should have been their first heads-up that something was changing. But in a world that was largely dominated by changes that was outside their influence, yet never seized to blatantly demand that they remained in control, perhaps they just never realized that they could change anything, that they were changing something.
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like? english is not my first language, so I will only continue this story if people think my language is not too bad *giggles*
What happened that night was, should have been, nothing new. The day had been crammed with barely-disguised hints, all so blatantly obvious, and yet unseen by everyone else. The physical squabbling had long since dissipated into an outlet for the need to simply touch, in any way possible – and was, invariably, followed later in the evening by the almost reverential act of kissing every minor injury, soothing away the discomfort by mouth and teeth and tongue. All that was left of the old animosity was the outer framework; the posturing, the name-calling and the wildly-exaggerated threats.
It thrilled them both to know that this was theirs, and theirs alone. And maybe that should have been their first heads-up that something was changing. But in a world that was largely dominated by changes that was outside their influence, yet never seized to blatantly demand that they remained in control, perhaps they just never realized that they could change anything, that they were changing something.
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like? english is not my first language, so I will only continue this story if people think my language is not too bad *giggles*