So there was some talk of a sleepover in chatzy, which I declared required fic. And for some inexplicable reason, it was decided I should write said fic. Alas, the last thing I need is one more WIP...but...
Tom coughed a little sheepishly and cast his gaze to either side of him. Both girls looked positively Gryffindorish: claws and fangs, all sharp and menacing, ready to take down it's prey.
He leaned forward onto all fours and crawled closer to Dan, effectively getting him out from between the two girls. He was sure that he heard a whisper about his arse and it didn't escape his attention how the girls seemed to close rank around them creating what he assumed was supposed to be an impenetrable force. As if he cared, he wanted Dan to the the penetrating.
Tom pushed himself up to his knees and shivered when Dan's hands slid up his sides, dragging his shirt along with it and revealing pale skin inch by inch. When it pooled around his torso, Dan grabbed the hem and pulled it up and off after Tom raised his arms.
He watched Dan's eyes practically lave over his naked torso, taking in every detail and following it with his fingers.
When the door swung open, Tom barely noticed the figure looming in the door way. It was only the distinct timbre that brought his mind out of it's Dan-Induced haze.
"10 points from Gryffindor for still being grotesquely overdressed, Mr. Radcliffe."
He leaned forward onto all fours and crawled closer to Dan, effectively getting him out from between the two girls. He was sure that he heard a whisper about his arse and it didn't escape his attention how the girls seemed to close rank around them creating what he assumed was supposed to be an impenetrable force. As if he cared, he wanted Dan to the the penetrating.
Tom pushed himself up to his knees and shivered when Dan's hands slid up his sides, dragging his shirt along with it and revealing pale skin inch by inch. When it pooled around his torso, Dan grabbed the hem and pulled it up and off after Tom raised his arms.
He watched Dan's eyes practically lave over his naked torso, taking in every detail and following it with his fingers.
When the door swung open, Tom barely noticed the figure looming in the door way. It was only the distinct timbre that brought his mind out of it's Dan-Induced haze.
"10 points from Gryffindor for still being grotesquely overdressed, Mr. Radcliffe."
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