Leaning on their balcony railing and clad only in his baby-blue stripy pyjama set, Harry had been so entranced by watching Paris slowly awaken that he had not heard Draco approaching until the actual shove over the railing came. Feeling a soft kiss being pressed to his bare left shoulder, Harry sighed happily and leaned back into Draco’s stronger ( Read more... )

Suffice to say, the attempt to summon the vates was unsuccessful. :D

( More incessant description of 'Harry's' outfits, more threats of violence between the sporkers Harry and Draco, and more corny (non-HP) fandom jokes. Oip. )

Since I'm too hard on them, normally, here's our favorite potential-Dark-Lord -
Harry: What?
You know, successfully performing the Cruciatus puts you in solid Dark wizard territory. And our favorite pointy-faced overrated spoiled brat! :D
Draco: Potter, I'm retiring from fandom.
You wish.

Disclaimer: Could not pay me to claim this fic as my own, JK ( Read more... )