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Right, now moving on - having found yet another entry buried in my hard drive... :)Title:
Draco hopes that Potter not hating him will be enough, if he can’t stop hating himself.Warnings:
The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.Author’s Notes:
Look, it is another of my attempts at the Week 1 challenge at the Harry/Draco LDWS! The prompt, once again, was I hate that I want you
, 100-300 words.
Harry’s fingers were calloused, a line of lumps under the knuckle where he carried boxes of paperwork about daily. He never remembered to float them. It was an unmistakable mark of his Muggle upbringing.
More obvious still were the tiny white marks on his knees, where he’d been shoved onto gravel a thousand times: purebloods grew up without scars. Harry was sprawled on his back now, his mouth scarlet and his eyes heavy-lidded like a sated lion’s, his knees drawn up. Pulling out, still panting, Draco sat running his fingertips over them curiously. Such a peculiar thing, that long-forgotten childhood injury could leave marks this way.
His heart sped up and his thighs parted, welcoming Harry between them. Harry lay comfortably on top of him and they kissed slowly, passing breath from lip to lip.
Sweat slicked their bodies as they fucked: Draco arching to meet every thrust as Harry moved inside him, Harry’s hands holding his wrists down like he might try to flee at any moment.
Silly Potter: didn’t he know Draco would have run from this already if he could?
Draco couldn’t meet his eyes. So he found himself staring at the famous scar, visible behind Harry’s sweat-soaked fringe. Thin and unnoticeable and the epitome of everything that said this was wrong.
Draco turned his head. Harry’s hand was wrapped round his wrist just above the knot of dead tissue that marked his alliances.
He’d hated the Dark Lord so, but swearing obedience to him had left a lasting scar. After this was over – his neck arched as Potter’s cock hit his prostate, as Harry’s mouth heated a nipple – all signs would be gone.
Draco came screaming as the blood rushed in his ears; Harry grunted and bit and followed. They lay entwined while Harry softened inside him and mouthed Draco’s shoulder. Draco felt his teeth, felt the warmth rushing under his skin as Harry sucked. There would be love bites on his right shoulder tomorrow.
Draco shut his eyes and hoped it would be enough.