Actually, not so much with the happy as the cold impersonal and angsty, but fuck all that, cos this fic features Harry fucking Draco and that is my very favorite thing ever. And it's by YOU! Yes, I'm back to the happy place.
However, Harry doesn’t have to like Malfoy to fuck him. Of this he is quite certain.
!!!!! You won me over, right there.
He can certainly admit when he wants to shag this certain someone senseless up against the nearest wall and listen to him scream Harry’s name, because he’s just that good.
... a;lsjdf;sljfds;ljfdsdlfj. !!!! <333. *flails*
There’s nothing wrong with Harry thrusting his hips forward, and writhing against Malfoy like a cat, or a snake.
Slytherin, bitch. *satisfied sigh*
“Did I ask your opinion?”
This is the Harry of my very favorite dreams...
“Of course she can.” Harry opens the door for the twosome to walk through. “We’ll call it S.C.A.M. Society to Crucio all Malfoys.”
...the ones with candy and naked people. And naked people with candy.
There are fingers tangling in Harry’s hair, and his glasses have been removed and dropped, he might step on them later. He might step on them now. He doesn’t really care.
Why do I have a broken glasses fetish? I don't know, but this hits it.
Now is when Harry has someone’s wrists pinned against the wall so that knuckles are being scraped raw.
*cries* I love you, man.
Harry’s movements are quick and sure, and his consideration for his partner is at an all-new minimum.
I don't even have the words, but if I did they would be overwhelmingly positive.
Malfoy wants him, and one day he’ll beg.
Fuck. *is dead*
The good guys always come out on top, and if Harry actually listened in Divination he might see signs here.
Seriously, THERE ARE NO WORDS. *worships*
“I don’t like you,” Malfoy mumbles rolling into his side, and fixing Harry with a low-lidded stare.
I can see this, and it's pretty.
But he doesn’t have to like him to take what he needs.
*heartclutch* I'ma just sit over here and twitch, aight? And maybe reread three or four more times.
I know you love them, Zahra. Do not listen to that Kassie creature, she simply fears the power of their great eternal love. :-* Because I can see that you love them, and I can see that they love each other in their gorgeously disfunctional fucked up way, and it's just wonderful and lovely and thank you ever so much for a wonderful read. <3
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Actually, not so much with the happy as the cold impersonal and angsty, but fuck all that, cos this fic features Harry fucking Draco and that is my very favorite thing ever. And it's by YOU! Yes, I'm back to the happy place.
However, Harry doesn’t have to like Malfoy to fuck him. Of this he is quite certain.
!!!!! You won me over, right there.
He can certainly admit when he wants to shag this certain someone senseless up against the nearest wall and listen to him scream Harry’s name, because he’s just that good.
... a;lsjdf;sljfds;ljfdsdlfj. !!!! <333. *flails*
There’s nothing wrong with Harry thrusting his hips forward, and writhing against Malfoy like a cat, or a snake.
Slytherin, bitch. *satisfied sigh*
“Did I ask your opinion?”
This is the Harry of my very favorite dreams...
“Of course she can.” Harry opens the door for the twosome to walk through. “We’ll call it S.C.A.M. Society to Crucio all Malfoys.”
...the ones with candy and naked people. And naked people with candy.
There are fingers tangling in Harry’s hair, and his glasses have been removed and dropped, he might step on them later. He might step on them now. He doesn’t really care.
Why do I have a broken glasses fetish? I don't know, but this hits it.
Now is when Harry has someone’s wrists pinned against the wall so that knuckles are being scraped raw.
*cries* I love you, man.
Harry’s movements are quick and sure, and his consideration for his partner is at an all-new minimum.
I don't even have the words, but if I did they would be overwhelmingly positive.
Malfoy wants him, and one day he’ll beg.
Fuck. *is dead*
The good guys always come out on top, and if Harry actually listened in Divination he might see signs here.
Seriously, THERE ARE NO WORDS. *worships*
“I don’t like you,” Malfoy mumbles rolling into his side, and fixing Harry with a low-lidded stare.
I can see this, and it's pretty.
But he doesn’t have to like him to take what he needs.
*heartclutch* I'ma just sit over here and twitch, aight? And maybe reread three or four more times.
I know you love them, Zahra. Do not listen to that Kassie creature, she simply fears the power of their great eternal love. :-* Because I can see that you love them, and I can see that they love each other in their gorgeously disfunctional fucked up way, and it's just wonderful and lovely and thank you ever so much for a wonderful read. <3