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Geh. So christmas_cacti and santa_smex fics being done and out of the way (and LONG, hahah), it is now time for me to tackle merry_smutmas. The problem? The last HP fic I wrote was right after DH came out. Which was...several months ago. This year, HP-wise, I've really only written that, plus a fic for springsmut and one for reversathon. Granted, I was pleased with both of those, but...yeah
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oh crap, you said HP. Harry/Draco then.... maple syrup
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Harry looked up from his stack of pancakes, which he was currently drenching in about a litre of maple syrup, and frowned. 'What, the syrup?'
'If that's what you want to call it.' Draco wrinkled his nose delicately, poking at his warmed glass pitcher with his fork. 'It's brown and...and gloopy.'
Harry snorted. 'It's maple, and sugary, and delicious,' he countered. 'Pancakes taste about a million times better with it on.'
'That doesn't say much for your...pancakes,' Draco replied, injecting the word with enough disgust that it almost sounded like he was saying Goyle in spandex. 'Why are you making me eat these anyway ( ... )
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<3 <3 <3 <3
I'm seriously never going to be able to eat pancakes again without getting all flushed.
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Off.
On.
Off.
On.
'Will you stop that?' Draco grumbled, opening one eye in annoyance and glaring at his bedmate.
Fred grinned back at him, unrepentant. 'Is ickle Drakie-poo getting annoyed wiv me?'
Draco closed his eyes, counted to ten, then twenty, then thirty-three, and then sighed and settled back against the (very lumpy, thanks) pillow. 'No,' he gritted. 'It's fine.'
He could hear Fred shrug. 'Suit yourself.'
On.
Off.
On.
Draco tugged the blanket up over his head. Even having to deal with repugnant farts trapped under the covers with him would be better than the damned--
OnOFF.
OffON.
OnOFF.
Draco squeezed his eyes shut and thought of Cruciatus. Once the morning came around, he was so going to ( ... )
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Draco rolled his eyes and shoved the gift toward Neville. 'And I told you to stop being a stubborn idiot and take it, Longbottom.'
Neville folded his arms in refusal. 'No,' he said. 'I don't believe in birthday gifts. I just want to spend a lazy day around the house, work in the greenhouse, take a nice long bath, maybe...' He blushed, and Draco snorted.
'Longbottom. We have been fucking - yes, fucking, I said it - for eight and a half months now. The least you could do would be to acknowledge it in words. Or are those words not in your vocabulary ( ... )
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You hit my corset kink dead on with this and I'm just...guh. I have the most pleasant images in my head that will hopefully transform into brilliant dreams of the same variety.
Thank you!
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'Malfoy, where are you taking me?'
'Shut up.'
Harry sighed as Malfoy dragged him bodily through the forest, the only sound the crunch of dead leaves under their shoes and the occasional ow from Harry as a branch whacked him in the face. (Malfoy wasn't a very good navigator.) Harry wasn't quite sure why he'd agreed to this, but he supposed he could chalk it up to his Saving People thing - after all, if he was on a date with Malfoy, then Malfoy couldn't spend that time stripped naked and dancing around a cauldron covered in the blood of Muggle virgins or...whatever the Death Eaters did on their Friday nights.
Not that he'd object to Malfoy spending his Friday nights stripped naked and dancing, but, well...
Right. Mind out of gutter, thanks ( ... )
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:D
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:P
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XD
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