Office by Alex Penny
Hey everyone! I'm Jon. I love to sing, act, write, read, and just have fun!
Can this please be the type of theory that I learn? I would much rather learn Magical Theory than Music Theory!!!!!!
All seven horcurxes……including The Chosen One.
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This is too much……:’(
Ummm….yes please!
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NO, MALFOY. BROADWAY. BROADWAY.
BEST THING EVER!
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This is just too funny!
i love helena bonham carter
I don’t care what color they are wearing (I’m color blind so it doesn’t matter), but this is the most bad ass quartet EVER!
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The Way We Wake (If you want to review this and tell me what you think then please do :-) Thanks for reading x)
The first time, there wasn’t any sleeping. There was sex, a lot of it. The fumbling of the bodies started at six that evening and finished early hours of the next morning. Draco, the moment his release came, jumped out of bed and left. Barely saying two words to Harry.
This hurt Harry slightly, not the fucking and going of Draco. He had expected, hell he wanted that. But how the warmth Draco gave before the sex vanished the moment he got what he wanted. Harry assumed it had been a one night stand, but when the two met just a week later at a ministry party, they had sex again.
This time they weren’t thinking on fire-whiskey and sexual needs, there was logic running through their mind. They needed… each other? Possibly?
Draco led the way, apparating them both to Harry’s home. He made Harry scream his name a thousand times; one point had him crying with pleasure. But of course he took his pay, and played the dominant man. But when Harry’s bill had been paid he left, this time leaving a lingering kiss on Harry’s eager lips. But no words were left. Just a deafening silence.
The third time was at Draco’s flat. Draco had had a long day doing potions, counting stock, arguing with customers who owed money, screaming at staff that got ingredients mixed up. He returned to his small, but respectable, flat with the intentions of going straight to bed. To find Harry sitting at his kitchen table.
The young man had broken up with Ginny, realising he was 100% gay, and needed comfort that came in the only form of Draco. Despite how tired Draco was, he needed to feel Harry’s lips pressed against his. So the two men had sex…
When they were finished both were tired, Harry asked if he could just stay the night. Draco, having got what he wanted, didn’t want this. But he knew how Harry was feeling, knew how alone he felt right at that moment in time. He said yes, and Harry curled up in his arms and soon fell asleep.
When the morning came Draco was already up and about, getting dressed and eating breakfast. When he heard Harry wake up he looked into the bedroom, the man he has fucked last night smiled lazily at him. Draco’s heart pounded a thousand times at this… why?
Why did his small smile cause his stomach to flip? Why did his messy hair make his mind a blur of thoughts? Why? But Draco sighed, he allowed Harry to have some breakfast, but didn’t stay for the chat. He left the flat, and like the second time he left Harry he gave him a departing kiss.
But as Draco walked onto the street he felt the tingle on his lips, the taste of Harry swam round his mind all day.
The fourth time was at Harry’s.
Draco set to confront Harry, to demand to know what there thing was? Why was it leaving Draco feeling sick yet with the need for more?
He walked into Harry’s house, where the young man was sat on his sofa watching something called a ‘’Telly Box’’. Harry jumped at the sight of Draco and quickly made the ‘’Telly Box’’ black with some small but long device. When Harry regained himself he smiled at Draco, but while the now familiar whirls of excitement ran through his body he kept the face of anger present.
But while he intended his words to be laced with anger he couldn’t help but falter.
He asked Harry what they were, why it was him, how they even came to be. Harry didn’t reply, he simply filled the space between them and kissed him square on the lips. It was a simple, soft in mind but hard in action, kiss. Harry pulled away, and Draco hadn’t even realised they were now holding hands.
The look of anger left, leaving a confused, distressed presence.
Harry kissed him again, soft nips of kisses on his lips, tracing down his jaw to his neck. Causing him to shiver as Harry flicked his tongue on his pulse. Draco’s face melted, he sighed and ran his hands up to Harry’s face. Where the contact caused Harry to pull away and look right into Draco’s silvering eyes.
They stood there for a few seconds, looking, searching, reaching, for the unknown in each other. This time Harry led the way, he pulled Draco to his room. Kissing him as they walked. They entered the room, their bodies falling in union on to the bed. But they didn’t have sex; they didn’t have the hot needing passion for each other… they made love.
The next morning Harry and Draco woke up together, Harry’s head resting on Draco’s arm while Draco rested his head on Harry. The pools of blond and brunette hair tangled together…
Draco turned to Harry and kissed him on his scar, followed by Harry turning and kissing Draco just below his cheek.
And it has been this way ever since.
