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bleedingangel84) wrote2016-11-11 04:58 pm
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Push and Pull
Title: Push and Pull
Author:
bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, Sexual Suggestion
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt #165-“Fate has her golden sons, and her bastards.” ― Jennifer Mardoll, The Sarrington Estate; Tendency; Dragon Pox
Notes: Sequel to Forgetting. This will make more sense if you read that one first.
Summary: Draco helps Harry forget.
“Would you like me to hex her with Dragon Pox?”
“Is that the best you can offer, Malfoy? You’ve had a tendency to hex people ever since we were children.”
“I’m surprised you paid that much attention.”
“Hard not to. I was the one on the other end of your wand most of the time.”
“I was an idiot, wasn’t I?” Draco observed wryly.
“You grew out of it, fortunately. Fate has her golden sons, and her bastards. You thought it was your duty to be a bastard, so you executed the role as best you could.”
‘And you were the golden son. Perfect Potter who could do no wrong. Everyone loved you.”
“Everyone? I don’t recall you among the throngs of people queuing up to kiss my robes when Voldemort was finally history.”
“You’d have hexed me if I’d have tried.”
“I would not have!”
“Wouldn’t you?”
“Must you always argue with me?! Merlin, you’re annoying.”
“It’s got your mind off of ‘She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’, didn’t it?”
“You are so full of it, Malfoy,” Harry slurred fondly, chortling sloppily.
“Okay Potter, I think you’ve had enough.”
“Not yet, Malfoy.”
“Come on, let me take you home. You’re not in any condition to Apparate.”
“Can’t go home. Too cold, too lonely. Don’ wanna.”
“Gods, you’re even hot when you’re sloshed, you know that? How could the she-weasel ever cheat on you?”
“Ask her. I dunno. Are we goin’ back to yours?”
“You are aware that I’m gay? That almost sounded like you were after something.”
“You’re pretty. I always thought so. I don’ even wanna remember her name, Draco. For God’s sake, fuck it outta my head.”
“Merlin, this is so unfair. You’re so pissed you won’t remember. I can’t.”
“You can. You wanna. I’ll let ya.”
“Damn it, Potter! You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“Do too!”
Harry lurched upward, swaying slightly as he pressed his lips to Draco’s clumsily. The kiss tasted of alcohol and desperation, and it made something in Draco’s heart break when he heard Harry release a kittenish whimper.
“Potter, you’re trying to kill me, I know it. A saint couldn’t resist you.”
“M’not askin’ you to.”
“Well, you should be.”
Author:
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Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, Sexual Suggestion
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Written for:
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Notes: Sequel to Forgetting. This will make more sense if you read that one first.
Summary: Draco helps Harry forget.
Push and Pull
“Would you like me to hex her with Dragon Pox?”
“Is that the best you can offer, Malfoy? You’ve had a tendency to hex people ever since we were children.”
“I’m surprised you paid that much attention.”
“Hard not to. I was the one on the other end of your wand most of the time.”
“I was an idiot, wasn’t I?” Draco observed wryly.
“You grew out of it, fortunately. Fate has her golden sons, and her bastards. You thought it was your duty to be a bastard, so you executed the role as best you could.”
‘And you were the golden son. Perfect Potter who could do no wrong. Everyone loved you.”
“Everyone? I don’t recall you among the throngs of people queuing up to kiss my robes when Voldemort was finally history.”
“You’d have hexed me if I’d have tried.”
“I would not have!”
“Wouldn’t you?”
“Must you always argue with me?! Merlin, you’re annoying.”
“It’s got your mind off of ‘She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’, didn’t it?”
“You are so full of it, Malfoy,” Harry slurred fondly, chortling sloppily.
“Okay Potter, I think you’ve had enough.”
“Not yet, Malfoy.”
“Come on, let me take you home. You’re not in any condition to Apparate.”
“Can’t go home. Too cold, too lonely. Don’ wanna.”
“Gods, you’re even hot when you’re sloshed, you know that? How could the she-weasel ever cheat on you?”
“Ask her. I dunno. Are we goin’ back to yours?”
“You are aware that I’m gay? That almost sounded like you were after something.”
“You’re pretty. I always thought so. I don’ even wanna remember her name, Draco. For God’s sake, fuck it outta my head.”
“Merlin, this is so unfair. You’re so pissed you won’t remember. I can’t.”
“You can. You wanna. I’ll let ya.”
“Damn it, Potter! You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“Do too!”
Harry lurched upward, swaying slightly as he pressed his lips to Draco’s clumsily. The kiss tasted of alcohol and desperation, and it made something in Draco’s heart break when he heard Harry release a kittenish whimper.
“Potter, you’re trying to kill me, I know it. A saint couldn’t resist you.”
“M’not askin’ you to.”
“Well, you should be.”
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Um, best case, Harry passes out, sleeps it off, and still wants to shag when he's sober.
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All the feels.
♥
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