hackthis_archive | how much does an aging potion cost?

i'm still glowing from CoS. damn. i need sex that makes me feel like that. (shut up, you kiddie fiddlers). anyway, this idea had more stamina at two in the morning, obviously i should have dealt with it then.

Take a Picture

Draco has a photograph of his first kiss with Harry Potter.

In the photo they’re behind the broom shed/ in the Potions corridor/ in the Great Hall/ on the Quidditch pitch, tangled together in a mass of arms and legs.

Draco has his hand on the small of Potter’s back and Potter’s hand is tangled in Draco’s hair. There are legs weaving and groins seeking friction.

There are too many clothes.

Potter is pulling Draco closer, not pushing him away.

He wants to kiss Draco.

Potter lips are red and swollen, like he’s been sucking on a lolly, or something else. His face is showing surprise and his mouth is slightly open; Draco can even see a bit of tongue. Potter looks wild and feral, and his mouth is twisting as though he’s trying to say fifty things at once.

Draco has ambushed him, and now Potter’s acting like the kiss is something that he doesn’t want. But Draco knows better because Potter closed his eyes, and he’s seen the way Potter glances at him when he thinks nobody’s looking.

It makes no sense that in the photograph Potter is desperately trying to escape, and only his arm is in the picture.

In the photograph, Draco’s neatly trimmed-nails are digging into Potter’s forearm – trying to keep him from getting away.

Draco will not let Potter get away.

Draco is going to kiss Harry Potter; and this photograph is proof.

Just because there’s no such photograph in existence, doesn’t make it untrue.