I started writing this for a pinch hit, but then I had another idea and this was never finished. I hope I'll have time to finish it during the holidays. WARNING: explicit content.
It was the day before Christmas, and Draco was having a bad day. I wasn’t the epically bad kind, like when his Father had been sent to prison, or when the Dark Lord had moved into the Manor, or when he had been forced to take the Dark Mark. But it was a bad day nonetheless. It was Potter’s fault, of course. Draco hadn’t yet figured out exactly how Potter was responsible for the bad start to his Christmas. But there was no doubt in his mind, that Potter was to blame. It had all started with the dream. The very, very nice dream, that Draco had been having with increasing frequency. The one where someone -- a dark haired someone with broad, tanned shoulders -- was kneeling in front of him and sucking his cock. Unfortunately, the dream ended just as the dark haired stranger was about to look up at him, after swallowing every last drop of Draco’s come. And also unfortunately, Draco had noticed that when he woke up from that particular dream Potter seemed to be extra annoying the next day. Not because Potter did anything out of the ordinary. There was just something about the day after a dream that seemed to make Draco more aware of Potter, and therefore of his infuriating and idiotic behaviour. Such as smiling. Something that Potter did with an alarming frequency these days. Sometimes he even smiled at Draco. Which was so disconcerting that it made his heart beat a little faster and left him with an odd squirmy feeling in his stomach.
It was the day before Christmas, and Draco was having a bad day. I wasn’t the epically bad kind, like when his Father had been sent to prison, or when the Dark Lord had moved into the Manor, or when he had been forced to take the Dark Mark. But it was a bad day nonetheless. It was Potter’s fault, of course. Draco hadn’t yet figured out exactly how Potter was responsible for the bad start to his Christmas. But there was no doubt in his mind, that Potter was to blame.
It had all started with the dream. The very, very nice dream, that Draco had been having with increasing frequency. The one where someone -- a dark haired someone with broad, tanned shoulders -- was kneeling in front of him and sucking his cock. Unfortunately, the dream ended just as the dark haired stranger was about to look up at him, after swallowing every last drop of Draco’s come. And also unfortunately, Draco had noticed that when he woke up from that particular dream Potter seemed to be extra annoying the next day. Not because Potter did anything out of the ordinary. There was just something about the day after a dream that seemed to make Draco more aware of Potter, and therefore of his infuriating and idiotic behaviour. Such as smiling. Something that Potter did with an alarming frequency these days. Sometimes he even smiled at Draco. Which was so disconcerting that it made his heart beat a little faster and left him with an odd squirmy feeling in his stomach.
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