Those Cold Nights (4/13)
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Title: Those Cold Nights (4/13)
Author: purple_Lights
Word Count: 217
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I neither own the characters or make money from this
Warning(s): None
Summary: The aftermath of the kiss.
Author Notes: This is for hd_seasons prompt {dementor, touch}. Ah, don't hate me, it'll get better!
Draco sat listlessly in his room in Slytherin. A few days had passed since he had last interacted with Potter. It had been awkward, at least to Draco, when they were in the same room, several inches apart. He had poured himself into his studies with a determination that had Pansy concerned, Blaise intrigued, and Theo amused.
Now, all alone with no one or something to do to distract him, Draco fingers touched his lips in a parody of the kiss he had shared with Potter. The kiss that replayed in his mind several times already.
Potter was kissing him. Draco froze with that realization, and didn't know how to react. Instead of backing off when he got no response, Potter did the opposite, and pressed his lips harder, angled his head so their lips pressed fully, and a strong hand secured the back of Draco's head. Draco gasped and Potter's tongue slipped into his mouth.
Draco restraint was lost. With his eyes shut tight, he fought Potter's tongue with a moan and dropped the bear in oder to grab his companion shirt-covered chest. Draco lost the battle for dominance, and was plundered ruthlessly. It felt like a dementor sucking out his soul, but without feeling cold, Draco felt like he was going to explode from all the heat Potter was giving him.
If Draco didn't hear all the noise that was coming from the patrons that were waiting to get on the ride, he and Potter would've kept kissing. However, he did and hastily pulled away. When they could exist, Draco left Potter behind, found an empty area and Apparated.
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Title: Those Cold Nights (4/13)
Author: purple_Lights
Word Count: 217
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I neither own the characters or make money from this
Warning(s): None
Summary: The aftermath of the kiss.
Author Notes: This is for hd_seasons prompt {dementor, touch}. Ah, don't hate me, it'll get better!
Draco sat listlessly in his room in Slytherin. A few days had passed since he had last interacted with Potter. It had been awkward, at least to Draco, when they were in the same room, several inches apart. He had poured himself into his studies with a determination that had Pansy concerned, Blaise intrigued, and Theo amused.
Now, all alone with no one or something to do to distract him, Draco fingers touched his lips in a parody of the kiss he had shared with Potter. The kiss that replayed in his mind several times already.
Potter was kissing him. Draco froze with that realization, and didn't know how to react. Instead of backing off when he got no response, Potter did the opposite, and pressed his lips harder, angled his head so their lips pressed fully, and a strong hand secured the back of Draco's head. Draco gasped and Potter's tongue slipped into his mouth.
Draco restraint was lost. With his eyes shut tight, he fought Potter's tongue with a moan and dropped the bear in oder to grab his companion shirt-covered chest. Draco lost the battle for dominance, and was plundered ruthlessly. It felt like a dementor sucking out his soul, but without feeling cold, Draco felt like he was going to explode from all the heat Potter was giving him.
If Draco didn't hear all the noise that was coming from the patrons that were waiting to get on the ride, he and Potter would've kept kissing. However, he did and hastily pulled away. When they could exist, Draco left Potter behind, found an empty area and Apparated.
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