Waiting for Godot
He’d forgotten how blue the sky could get.
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He’d forgotten how blue the sky could get.
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Neville knows that only a complete sop would not only take in a runaway war-criminal, but also let himself be insulted by them day and night.
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Set during the war, post-Hogwarts. Hermione learns that any port in a storm might have a high price.
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It isn’t precisely how Harry planned to spend Christmas Eve: trapped in a lift with his ex-boyfriend, somewhere between the third and the fourth floors of the Ministry of Magic.
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The Muggles have a god they believe died to save them: I bet he didn’t look like this.
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The first thing Harry knew about it was when he woke up lying on a bed in the hospital wing, with his arm firmly stuck to the scrawny, milk-white arm of Draco bloody Malfoy.
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War makes for strange bedfellows. However that doesn’t fully explain how Harry ended up sharing his bath with Draco Malfoy… nor why Malfoy was a rubber duck at the time.
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It’s the middle of the night and Harry Potter is sitting on my bed looking distinctly weird. I’ve had some fucked-up dreams in my time, but this one… this one is something new.
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Harry should have known better than to accept a drunken dare. Especially when Malfoy was sitting right there, looking like that and wearing those bloody tight trousers.
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Written for the prompt: Draco offers a “thanks for saving the world” blowjob to Harry soon after the Battle of Hogwarts.
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