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Drabble Day Prompt 9
Rules are here, though an additional one - you don't need to stick to the drabble of the hour. Remember, there are no rules! If you want to fill prompt one minutes after I post prompt 24, then that's great!
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At first he thought Malfoy didn't know what life drawing was, but even after Dean explained the nudity Malfoy just calmly asked what time.
It was a bit of a dream come true. Even without their antagonistic history and the knowledge that they were on different sides of war, they were still a study in contrasts. Harry was tanned and had muscled up since he joined the Canons. Malfoy was pale and a touch too lean, apparently something that came with potions work. And then there was the straight, blond hair compared to Harry's messy, black mop.
Harry arrived first and chatted easily as he began to strip off, obviously completely comfortable in his own skin. Draco arrived soon afterwards as Harry was unbuttoning his jeans. Dean was surprised at how civil they were to each other. Harry gave a half smile, Draco a nod as he began stripping his robes.
"How do you want us?" Harry asked as he kicked his boxers off his foot.
"However you're comfortable to start with," he said, fully expecting to have to pose them somehow to even get them in each other's personal space.
He watched them look at each other. Draco raised an eyebrow in that way he'd perfected in third year. It was matched with a half-smile, as if he was asking something. Harry responded with a slight nod.
Then, to Dean's amazement, Harry stepped into Draco's arms and they settled onto the ground. They eased into each other, moulding their bodies with obvious familiarity. Harry's hand was in Draco's hair; Draco held Harry close as he tilted his head so they could kiss.
"You could sketch us, Thomas," Draco said, drawing breath. "Even we can't kiss forever."
Dean grabbed his sketchbook and bent to capture the moment.
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Summary Harry and Draco are fighting. With words. Then tongues.
Warning Nakedness, ... and yeah, don't know what to warn for
Word count 328
“You don’t understand!” Draco yelled at Harry.
“You’re damn right I don’t. I don’t see how you can’t respect my friends.” Harry yelled right back.
“I don’t mean to call them those names Harry, I really don’t, I just … it’s a hard habit to break out from.” Draco said, his voice pleading. Harry looked over at him, and softened a bit at the sad look on his face.
“I really don’t like fighting with you Draco, but I can’t continue defending you from my friends when you act like a foul git when we see them.” Harry replied, tired of this argument.
“I love you Harry, but I’m still getting used to being friends with Granger and Weasley. Please, just... give me another chance.” Draco begged.
“I will. You know I will. I love you too. How about, you strip for me, and we’ll see how quick I am to forget about this.” Harry said, turning the atmosphere fraught with sexual tension, instead of anger.
Draco was seldom one to admit he was in the wrong, but he knew Harry had a really short thread when it came to his friends, beside, Harry had just given him a way out.
So, without further ado, Draco started stripping. By the time he was standing naked as the day he was born, Harry had already taken off his own shoes and socks, jacket and tie. Draco closed the gap between them, before unbuttoning Harry’s pants and pushing them down. He all but ripped off his shirt, although, somehow managing to get it off without ruining it.
After they’d both stripped, Harry gripped Draco’s head and drew him in for a kiss. It started as a battle of tongues, but soon, they both gave up on fighting, like they had with the words and sank to the floor. The last coherent thought Draco had that nigh, was, How sexy we must look, tangled here on the kitchen floor.
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