Can/’t Make Me Do ThatWord count:
The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.Author’s Notes:
This was written for dracoharry100
’s current challenge, make me
“You can’t make me love you.”
Malfoy’s voice was trembling, but firm. Like his body
, Harry thought, trailing his eyes down Malfoy with a smirk. He ignored Malfoy’s words in favour of stepping closer, letting his hands follow after his gaze. Harry touched Malfoy’s strong shoulders and fragile collarbone, imagining bruising them with his mouth.
Malfoy flinched under his touch, but allowed it anyway. Those small, checked movements were a heady thrill.
Malfoy was still dirty from Azkaban, but his hair was soft.
Harry’s voice was hoarse when he spoke.
“That may be true. But I don’t want your love