In the past, when Harry had felt the itch, he had an urge to hurt Malfoy, to bruise him, to mess his face up. Now... well, now, it was quite different. The way he looked made Harry feel warm right down to his toes, and Harry didn't want to hurt him, so much as―
As what, what? I know! I bet I know what! :D:D:D
For instance, he always seemed to be lounging in doorways. So that if Harry wanted to go into a room, he'd have to squeeze past Malfoy to get there.
Okay, call me crazy, but is a bit problem!
Malfoy laughed a lot, these days, and the sound of it was so... so pure and unexpected that it startled Harry, the first time he heard it.
*happy sigh* Well, I can honestly say Draco is doing a number on Harry's psych.
Sometimes, when Harry looked over, Malfoy was looking at him, too. Malfoy seemed to look as if Harry was not what he had expected at all.
This entire paragraph, god, Harry's uncomfortableness is just so, so delicious. ^^
Harry spent a lot of time going home early in those days. It was easier than sitting there watching Malfoy like some sort of fucking creep.
LOL! God, it's really, really so delicious. Poor Harry.
And really, his life so far is so unfair with what Draco glowing and his not-pale skin and his potentially smelling like sunshine. God. Harry's imagination wins at life.
Also, seriously, like, seriously, Luna's parties are the best thing ever. The Bloody Baron? For reals? It's like her Whispering Library all over again. I love how you write Luna. <3
LOL! You know, I was thinking Hide and Seek didn't sound so bad and then:
“Oh! I know. Instead of boring Hide and Seek, let's make it Grindylows. So, if we find Harry, we have to keep quiet and hide in the same place.”
LOLOLOL! OK. NOW WE'RE TALKING.
And YES! Of course Draco found him. I mean, of course, but you never know. :D
“Yes.” He felt strange. Not light-headed, exactly, more sort of light-tongued, as if he might say anything, anything at all— “Why did you cheat?”
LMAO Light-tongued. HAHAHAHAHA!
“You smell amazing,” said Harry, and he didn't know why he kept saying these things, and―
“Did you have any of that punch?” Malfoy asked.
And oh my god! Now I see what he meant. Like, he meant it literally. Now I almost feel bad for laughing. Only almost. ^^
Because, fucking hell, that confession, how Harry's longing might burst into flame, followed by Draco's and that kiss. Oh god, that kiss. Such a perfect, achingly perfect intense kiss is perfect.
And you know, it just gets better.
His kisses were getting filthier; his tongue was doing terrible, wonderful things to Harry. In fact, Harry was worried he was going to come. Just from this. Just from Malfoy's tongue, and Malfoy's hand in his hair, and Malfoy's tight, eager body against his. He so easily could. He was even making noises, desperate, throaty noises, as if he might lose it, after all the weeks and months of wanting.
I'm dying just from that. Just from that. It's like I'm Harry and this fic is Draco. :D
No, wait. WAIT.
“You're going to come,” Malfoy told him.
“Yes.”
“You're going to come, right here, because you want it so much.”
Okay. Now I'm dying proper. <3
And LULZ at Luna being worried enough for them being—what, really, in a hurry? XD So hey, they are playing something else so take your time. LUNA FUCKING ROCKS.
And they're off to do stuff, of all things.
You, Birds, are incredible. This was so much, so much fun! I don't know what you're talking about with "I tried to write filthy, I tried to write funny. I FAILED" Because this is funny AND filthy and pretty damn perfect, dear. Gods! So perfect!
Thank you, darling, thank so, so much. I love it, everything about this. Poor Harry, gorgeous Draco, Luna and her games and Rolf and Seamus who wasn't guilty after all and all the stuff and god, coming while dressed and that little bit of dirty talking – so perfect, so good. I love it. Thank you!!!!!!
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Date: 2016-02-16 08:34 pm (UTC)In the past, when Harry had felt the itch, he had an urge to hurt Malfoy, to bruise him, to mess his face up. Now... well, now, it was quite different. The way he looked made Harry feel warm right down to his toes, and Harry didn't want to hurt him, so much as―
As what, what? I know! I bet I know what! :D:D:D
For instance, he always seemed to be lounging in doorways. So that if Harry wanted to go into a room, he'd have to squeeze past Malfoy to get there.
Okay, call me crazy, but is a bit problem!
Malfoy laughed a lot, these days, and the sound of it was so... so pure and unexpected that it startled Harry, the first time he heard it.
*happy sigh* Well, I can honestly say Draco is doing a number on Harry's psych.
Sometimes, when Harry looked over, Malfoy was looking at him, too. Malfoy seemed to look as if Harry was not what he had expected at all.
This entire paragraph, god, Harry's uncomfortableness is just so, so delicious. ^^
Harry spent a lot of time going home early in those days. It was easier than sitting there watching Malfoy like some sort of fucking creep.
LOL! God, it's really, really so delicious. Poor Harry.
And really, his life so far is so unfair with what Draco glowing and his not-pale skin and his potentially smelling like sunshine. God. Harry's imagination wins at life.
Also, seriously, like, seriously, Luna's parties are the best thing ever. The Bloody Baron? For reals? It's like her Whispering Library all over again. I love how you write Luna. <3
LOL! You know, I was thinking Hide and Seek didn't sound so bad and then:
“Oh! I know. Instead of boring Hide and Seek, let's make it Grindylows. So, if we find Harry, we have to keep quiet and hide in the same place.”
LOLOLOL! OK. NOW WE'RE TALKING.
And YES! Of course Draco found him. I mean, of course, but you never know. :D
“Yes.” He felt strange. Not light-headed, exactly, more sort of light-tongued, as if he might say anything, anything at all— “Why did you cheat?”
LMAO Light-tongued. HAHAHAHAHA!
“You smell amazing,” said Harry, and he didn't know why he kept saying these things, and―
“Did you have any of that punch?” Malfoy asked.
And oh my god! Now I see what he meant. Like, he meant it literally. Now I almost feel bad for laughing. Only almost. ^^
Because, fucking hell, that confession, how Harry's longing might burst into flame, followed by Draco's and that kiss. Oh god, that kiss. Such a perfect, achingly perfect intense kiss is perfect.
And you know, it just gets better.
His kisses were getting filthier; his tongue was doing terrible, wonderful things to Harry. In fact, Harry was worried he was going to come. Just from this. Just from Malfoy's tongue, and Malfoy's hand in his hair, and Malfoy's tight, eager body against his. He so easily could. He was even making noises, desperate, throaty noises, as if he might lose it, after all the weeks and months of wanting.
I'm dying just from that. Just from that. It's like I'm Harry and this fic is Draco. :D
No, wait. WAIT.
“You're going to come,” Malfoy told him.
“Yes.”
“You're going to come, right here, because you want it so much.”
Okay. Now I'm dying proper. <3
And LULZ at Luna being worried enough for them being—what, really, in a hurry? XD So hey, they are playing something else so take your time. LUNA FUCKING ROCKS.
And they're off to do stuff, of all things.
You, Birds, are incredible. This was so much, so much fun! I don't know what you're talking about with "I tried to write filthy, I tried to write funny. I FAILED" Because this is funny AND filthy and pretty damn perfect, dear. Gods! So perfect!
Thank you, darling, thank so, so much. I love it, everything about this. Poor Harry, gorgeous Draco, Luna and her games and Rolf and Seamus who wasn't guilty after all and all the stuff and god, coming while dressed and that little bit of dirty talking – so perfect, so good. I love it. Thank you!!!!!!