Sep 30, 2019
“Come downstairs, I need to moan about something.”
- Draco, to Harry at some point
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“Come downstairs, I need to moan about something.”
- Draco, to Harry at some point
No but Drarry making up after each fight like this
Lies lies and more lies
Pansy: So Potter. Who's more clingy?
Harry: Draco.
Draco: *eyes widen* That is debatable!
Pansy: Who likes to cuddle mostly?
Harry: Draco.
Draco: *fuming* Preposterous!
Pansy: And who screams louder in bed? *smirks*
Harry: Draco.
Draco: *crimson red all over* Absolutely not!
Harry: *laughs at Draco*
Draco: I hate you with every fiber of my being.
Harry: Oh how I love the way you lie *smiles*
Draco’s mood swings should have driven Harry crazy, but he found them strangely endearing. There was just something about Draco’s petulant scowl that made Harry’s stomach twist with want and his fingers itch to smooth it away.
Strange Bedfellows, by ravenclawsquill
Slytherin dating
Dating a Slytherin must be a fucking adventure ride because they’d walk in you’d be all
“Oh is that a Snake in your pants or are you just happy to see m- hOLY SHIT IT’S AN ACTUAL SNAKE MERLINS SAGGY TITS WHY?”
I had such high hopes for this podfic....but the author is reading it in this fake English accent, and it sounds ridiculous and they sound really pompous and eugh i can't even....330MB+...wasted
Any reccomendations?
Darry/Klaine/Destiel...all are good :)
Dirty Little Secret
“Gerroffame,” grumbled the body buried in the blankets.
“Sorry,” he whispered, retreating back to his side of the bed, phone in hand. He clicked it on without looking at the caller ID.
“Hello?”
“Harry! We’re right near your flat, come out to breakfast with us. We’ll pick you up and head over to Sally’s. Ron and I haven’t seen you in weeks.”
“Hermione, yeah, I’d love to go out to breakfast with you guys, but I’ll meet you there. I’m not home.”
“Okay! We’ll see you there.”
Harry shut his phone and threw it on the armchair. He sighed and frowned down at the mass of blankets next to him. He didn’t want to go out. Sleeping sounded like the best option, but he knew he had to go to breakfast. Hermione and Ron were his best friends even if he had not been such a good friend as of late. He sighed. With no grace, he rolled out of the bed and landed on his knees on the wood floor. Pain shot up his leg and he crumpled to the floor.
“Fuck my life,” he grumbled. He turned on his back to look at the ceiling. He definitely was not a morning person, but he was going to be late if he did not get up. Harry groaned. Why was this so difficult? Picking himself up off the floor, he got dressed; stopping to run a brush through his hair only made it worse. Nothing helped the rat’s nest that lived on his head. Keys, coat, wallet, shoes, and he was out the door. He left no note, but there was no need, he would be back before his partner even woke up.
He barely caught the elevator as it was going down. Some old woman smiled at him. A few floors down, he glanced at her from the corner of his eye to see her staring at him. The look on her face, that wicked smile, said, “I know what you’ve been doing; I know who you’ve been fucking.” He turned away and pretended he was interested in his watch for the rest of the ride down, but he knew she was watching him. It left his skin crawling.
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When Harry arrived at the Sally’s Diner, Ron and Hermione were already there. They waved to him. He shoved his hands into his jean pockets and walked over. They sat together on one side of the booth, fingers entwined, goofy smiles spread across their faces. It was such a relief to have them finally together after years of denying the chemistry between them.
“Harry! It’s nice to see you, mate,” Ron grinned, clapping him on the arm. Harry nodded and replied,
“You too, Ron. It’s been too long. I’m really sorry about that, by the way. I’ve been…” He stopped and took a deep breath, “Working, I’ve been working a whole lot recently.” Hermione slowly cocked her head to the side.
“Working?” she asked. Harry nodded.
Her tight-lipped frown lasted only a moment before she flipped open her menu. Harry followed suit, glancing across the glossy pages at all the delicious looking food. His stomach growled in protest, pushing him to make his choice faster. He wasn’t sure why he even looked at the menu; he always ordered the same thing at Sally’s. He would think about bacon and eggs, maybe an omelet, but always got the waffles. He was so predictable that Ron ordered for him with a grin.
“And my friend here will have the waffles with strawberries and whipped cream. Three slices of bacon on the side and a cup of hot chocolate. Take care not to skimp on the whipped cream.” It was ridiculous how well the man knew him.
With the drinks (coffee for Hermione and orange juice for Ron, along with the hot chocolate) came the newspaper and while Harry slowly sipped his hot chocolate, Ron unfolded the newspaper and started to read. He was reading headlines aloud, something he had done since school, so the dark haired man did not really pay attention until there was a snort and a sort of forced laughter that caused him to look up. Ron was pointing to a picture of the one and only Draco Malfoy.
“Says here he’s got a new whore keeping his bed warm and they’re speculating it’s a bloke. Who knew the all mighty Draco Malfoy was a bloody fag?” he spouted. Harry turned dark red and looked down into his cup.
“And what’s wrong with that, then? Men liking men?” he asked after a couple seconds. The redhead shrugged.
“Nothing, I guess. But Draco Malfoy. Bloke had any girl willing to climb in his bed during school and now he has so exhausted that population that he’s accepting anything? His standards are dropping. Getting trashy.” Harry scowled.
“You don’t even know him! But you are sitting here judging him and worse, the bloke he’s sleeping with. You did not know him in school; you do not know him now! Even if you had known him, we’ve all changed since then, why can’t he have as well?”
“Nobody changes that much, Harry. Once a prat, always a prat. What are you doing defending him for anyway? You hated him as much as I did.”
“Ron, please,” Hermione said, “We’re having a nice time and the food will be here soon, can we just leave this conversation and move on?” Ron looked at her and it seemed like he was going to follow her suggestion, but the dark-haired man was not ready to move on. His temper flared.
“Because, Ronald, I’ve realized that petty school rivalries are just that, petty. Maybe you still need to go some growing up if you’re still hung up on them,” Harry spat. Ron slammed his hands down on the table and looked like he was about to fly across the table, but the food arrived and he settled back down. Instead of punching his best mate, he started shoveling food into his mouth. Hermione picked up the conversation.
“So you weren’t at home this morning then? Have yourself a little girlfriend, Harry?” she with a grin and a wink, cutting into her quiche with the side of her fork. Harry blushed and dropped his eyes to his waffles.
“Something like that, yeah,” he replied softly. He picked at the food with his fork and sighed, returning the utensil to its spot on the napkin.
“I’m really not hungry after all, I’m just going to head out. It was nice seeing you guys. I’ll call you in the next few days, maybe set up dinner or something,” he murmured. He stood up, dropped a ten on the table and walked out, almost missing out on the soft, but ferocious tongue lashing that of which his redheaded friend was on the receiving end. It was enough to make his mood a little brighter.
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When he returned to the flat, the lump under the blankets was still unmoving, which was comforting. Harry dropped the keys on the dresser and stripped out of his pants and shirt, eager to climb back into bed.
“Harry?” his bedmate groaned as the raven-haired man snuggled up against him.
“Yeah Draco?”
“Where did you go? I woke up and you weren’t here,” the blonde-haired man rolled over, blinking his light grey eyes. Amusement crinkled in the corners of Harry’s eyes as he chuckled,
“And you were so worried about me that you just went back to sleep, hm?” Draco did not miss a beat.
“Yep. I figured you would be back when I woke up again. You always come back to me. It’s because I’m such an excellent lay,” he replied, stretching his arms above his head.
“Yes, that’s exactly it. I really do not love you at all. I’m using you for the sex,” Harry laughed, kissing Draco lightly on the cheek.
“You? Using me? My father will hear about this.”
“No, he won’t.”
“Yes, he will!”
“You want to tell him you’ve been fucking Harry Potter?”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” Draco huffed and combed his fingers through Harry’s rat’s nest of hair, grabbing a fistful of the dark locks and pulling back the head to which they attached. He growled,
“I’ll show you who’s using who, Harry James.”