Summer Heat
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Title: Summer Heat
Word count: 200
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Summary: “By all laws of god and man, the sun should be shining.”
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: Written for the bright prompt at dracoharry100, and inspired by my bitterness over the weather in East Anglia.
It was midway through July; exams were over, and in a week school would be out. By all laws of god and man, the sun should be shining.
Technically it was shining, but it wasn’t bright: the sun was just a light spot amidst the omnipresent Scottish clouds. The students were huddled bitterly in their common rooms.
Aside from Harry, that was. He was lounging on the damp grass, listening to his boyfriend complain.
“ - freezing, it’s not fair. At home the sun’s blazing, I’d be - ”
Harry rolled his eyes, and interrupted Draco’s peevish complaining with a hot kiss.
~*~
Draco responded, biting Harry’s lip. Harry slid his hands under Draco’s jumper. There was a lovely soft spot in the small of his back, and when Harry stroked it - ahh, that was it. Draco arched in his arms, pushing his lean body against Harry’s. Harry pushed back without thought as his cock responded to the firm thigh between his, to Draco’s soft sounds, to the fingertips stroking his stomach.
Draco rolled on top of him. “I’m not getting wet,” he explained, and smiled blindingly.
Harry rolled his eyes, laughing. What did it matter? They could make their own summer heat.
Title: Summer Heat
Word count: 200
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Summary: “By all laws of god and man, the sun should be shining.”
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: Written for the bright prompt at dracoharry100, and inspired by my bitterness over the weather in East Anglia.
It was midway through July; exams were over, and in a week school would be out. By all laws of god and man, the sun should be shining.
Technically it was shining, but it wasn’t bright: the sun was just a light spot amidst the omnipresent Scottish clouds. The students were huddled bitterly in their common rooms.
Aside from Harry, that was. He was lounging on the damp grass, listening to his boyfriend complain.
“ - freezing, it’s not fair. At home the sun’s blazing, I’d be - ”
Harry rolled his eyes, and interrupted Draco’s peevish complaining with a hot kiss.
~*~
Draco responded, biting Harry’s lip. Harry slid his hands under Draco’s jumper. There was a lovely soft spot in the small of his back, and when Harry stroked it - ahh, that was it. Draco arched in his arms, pushing his lean body against Harry’s. Harry pushed back without thought as his cock responded to the firm thigh between his, to Draco’s soft sounds, to the fingertips stroking his stomach.
Draco rolled on top of him. “I’m not getting wet,” he explained, and smiled blindingly.
Harry rolled his eyes, laughing. What did it matter? They could make their own summer heat.