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lokifanTitle: Fool
Word count: 300
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This is the latest installment in the Smitten series and was written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
hd100’s current prompt, weasel.
When Draco woke, he was alone in Harry’s bed. It was cold: Harry must have thrown the duvet back when he got up. Draco squashed the ridiculous side of himself that would have hoped to be tucked back in, and sat up. He slid out of bed – after a quick peek through the four-poster’s curtains to check the dormitory was empty – and got into yesterday’s robes. He wanted to find Harry, then a shower.
His mouth quirked at the thought. Maybe he could have them both together.
He went downstairs, and found Harry and the Weasel in the common room.
~*~
“Harry,” he said, smiling. He went over, and leant in to kiss Harry – not only because the Weasel’s reaction would be funny. Harry pulled back sharply, and Draco frowned.
“Morning, Malfoy.” Harry’s voice was blank. Draco felt a shock go through him: where was the tenderness he’d got used to so fast? “You can see yourself out, right?”
Draco blinked at him. “What?”
“You heard me. Come on, Malfoy, we’ve fucked. Time to get your loose arse out of here.”
Draco couldn’t move. He felt cold, sick; divorced from his body, that had been so pleasured a few hours before.
~*~
Harry looked irritated now. “Go on, out! I’ve had you, which is pretty satisfying. Being the first one to fuck your haughty self’ll be a nice memory for Potions lessons.” He leered, and Draco flinched. He wished he hadn’t; he couldn’t bear the mocking grin spreading over Harry’s face. “Cheers, really. Here’s a tip, though – you might want to get some practice in. The event itself was kind of a disappointment. There’s only so much of you lying around and gasping like a beached fish a guy wants, you know?”
Draco fled, heartsick. What a stupid, smitten fool he’d been.
Word count: 300
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This is the latest installment in the Smitten series and was written for
hd100’s current prompt, weasel.When Draco woke, he was alone in Harry’s bed. It was cold: Harry must have thrown the duvet back when he got up. Draco squashed the ridiculous side of himself that would have hoped to be tucked back in, and sat up. He slid out of bed – after a quick peek through the four-poster’s curtains to check the dormitory was empty – and got into yesterday’s robes. He wanted to find Harry, then a shower.
His mouth quirked at the thought. Maybe he could have them both together.
He went downstairs, and found Harry and the Weasel in the common room.
“Harry,” he said, smiling. He went over, and leant in to kiss Harry – not only because the Weasel’s reaction would be funny. Harry pulled back sharply, and Draco frowned.
“Morning, Malfoy.” Harry’s voice was blank. Draco felt a shock go through him: where was the tenderness he’d got used to so fast? “You can see yourself out, right?”
Draco blinked at him. “What?”
“You heard me. Come on, Malfoy, we’ve fucked. Time to get your loose arse out of here.”
Draco couldn’t move. He felt cold, sick; divorced from his body, that had been so pleasured a few hours before.
Harry looked irritated now. “Go on, out! I’ve had you, which is pretty satisfying. Being the first one to fuck your haughty self’ll be a nice memory for Potions lessons.” He leered, and Draco flinched. He wished he hadn’t; he couldn’t bear the mocking grin spreading over Harry’s face. “Cheers, really. Here’s a tip, though – you might want to get some practice in. The event itself was kind of a disappointment. There’s only so much of you lying around and gasping like a beached fish a guy wants, you know?”
Draco fled, heartsick. What a stupid, smitten fool he’d been.
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Date: 2009-04-01 09:42 am (UTC)Thats all I can say here, Im actually very angry by him.
Which means, well done! You wrote the scene so well and I felt for Draco, I really did. I kind of wanted to stand in front of him and protect him from Harry's abuse.
Seriously enjoyed this!
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Date: 2009-05-14 06:22 pm (UTC)PS: sorry for comment replying fail.
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Date: 2009-04-01 01:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-14 06:19 pm (UTC)(Also, wow I fail at replying to comments.)
Icon win, but don't worry, no need to smack down on Harry. I'm just about to post the real update, in which Harry will not be a bastard at all.
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Date: 2009-04-01 07:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-14 06:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-02 06:28 am (UTC)THIS IS NOT A GOOD THING. >| CLEARLY. *SHAKES FIST*
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Date: 2009-04-12 01:35 pm (UTC)April Fools!
I am a very naughty lokifan, but I'll post the real installment tonight (I'm just about to go out).
And you never gave me a prompt for your birthday fic! Can I have one, or should I just write something unbearably cute?
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Date: 2009-04-12 06:12 pm (UTC)Alright~ :D Hope you enjoyed your daily activities. XD
:0 URM. Jae filled my Beaubaxtons!Draco wish, so I am going to ask you for...Angel/Spike. With lots of sugar on top. :3 Or lots of shagging.
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Date: 2009-04-02 04:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-14 06:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-06 10:33 pm (UTC)* Apr. 1st, 2009 at 9:34 AM
Date posted. Tell me it's a joke. Please. You promised *good things*. GOOD THINGS, ya hear?
Goodness, m'dear. Harry's an arsehole.
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Date: 2009-05-14 06:20 pm (UTC)How are you?
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Date: 2009-05-14 02:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-14 06:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-03 04:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-03 06:38 pm (UTC)Heh, poor angst-lover. There is very little angst to be had here.
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Date: 2009-06-03 06:39 pm (UTC)