(Draco's cock, again. what else.)
Mar. 27th, 2005 08:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
reenkaAhhhh, Calico's Stray. I don't know if it's new or old or what, but it's so well-written, it's reminding me why I love(d) H/D for some reason. It's not that it's oh-so-in-character, and dude, dude-- it's (unrequited) H/D/R (!!), honestly. I've missed writing like this, though. Oh yes.
It's making me want to write stupid things about Malfoys not being love's bitches, which is just really embarrassing. Well, I do believe that he loves him. Sometimes. Actually, I see Draco as greedy in (with) love, but that's why he'd want more and more and withold himself as ransom, maybe. It could be played with, and I think Calico does play beautifully. Harry is so scruffy and oblivious <3 Ahhh. It's so rare to see Ron being anything but the vaguely disgusted and/or long-suffering and/or homophobic best friend. It's been so long since I read something I thought was at all new for this pairing. Oh man.
I found it by googling "your cock" + Harry + Draco. Old habits die hard. As it were. Ahem.
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In an attempt to be vaguely entertaining rather than just disturbing-- I wrote a drabble for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
duckpuppy last night. No weird threesomes or deep ponderings. Just your usual clearly-straight!Harry and indignant-yet-demanding!Draco.
"I feel a little unwell," Draco said. Well, actually, he drawled, because even though it was morning, he had to make an effort.
"Eh?" Harry mumbled-- because no matter what the time of day, Harry always mumbled.
"Pay attention, Potter! I said! I'm unwell. Attend, will you."
"'M pay'n atten'shn, 'Alfoy," he spoke around the pillow. "Sleeee--p moore..." He groaned.
"You're not even gay, are you," Draco declared. A bit resentfully, perhaps. "I always knew it. I see the way you look at them."
"Eh?" Harry blinked. He was, perhaps, not the greatest conversationalist in the mornings. "What? Why? What have you been smoking now, Malfoy? Look at who?"
Draco didn't look at him. "Whom."
"Riight...."
"Go make yourself useful, then," Draco continued, recovering quickly. He leaned back against the pillows, sighing long-sufferingly. "Bring me my coffee. Go now, minion!"
Harry rolled out of bed before he thought about it. "We're still not getting a house-elf."
"Did I say something?" Draco quirked an eyebrow, though it was a losing game since his mouth was definitely twitching. Harry knew he'd follow him downstairs, after a half an hour in the bathroom at least.
"I have never been gay--" Harry said finally, pausing a little before the door in reflection.
"What was all this then?!" Draco yelled-- well, whined-- well, stated strongly. He had his dignity, didn't he?
"...But I don't look at them," he finished, shutting the bedroom door.
"Them who?!" Draco yelled after him, ignoring Harry's guffaws. He'll get to the bottom of that twisted bastard's little delusions eventually.
It's making me want to write stupid things about Malfoys not being love's bitches, which is just really embarrassing. Well, I do believe that he loves him. Sometimes. Actually, I see Draco as greedy in (with) love, but that's why he'd want more and more and withold himself as ransom, maybe. It could be played with, and I think Calico does play beautifully. Harry is so scruffy and oblivious <3 Ahhh. It's so rare to see Ron being anything but the vaguely disgusted and/or long-suffering and/or homophobic best friend. It's been so long since I read something I thought was at all new for this pairing. Oh man.
I found it by googling "your cock" + Harry + Draco. Old habits die hard. As it were. Ahem.
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In an attempt to be vaguely entertaining rather than just disturbing-- I wrote a drabble for
duckpuppy last night. No weird threesomes or deep ponderings. Just your usual clearly-straight!Harry and indignant-yet-demanding!Draco."I feel a little unwell," Draco said. Well, actually, he drawled, because even though it was morning, he had to make an effort.
"Eh?" Harry mumbled-- because no matter what the time of day, Harry always mumbled.
"Pay attention, Potter! I said! I'm unwell. Attend, will you."
"'M pay'n atten'shn, 'Alfoy," he spoke around the pillow. "Sleeee--p moore..." He groaned.
"You're not even gay, are you," Draco declared. A bit resentfully, perhaps. "I always knew it. I see the way you look at them."
"Eh?" Harry blinked. He was, perhaps, not the greatest conversationalist in the mornings. "What? Why? What have you been smoking now, Malfoy? Look at who?"
Draco didn't look at him. "Whom."
"Riight...."
"Go make yourself useful, then," Draco continued, recovering quickly. He leaned back against the pillows, sighing long-sufferingly. "Bring me my coffee. Go now, minion!"
Harry rolled out of bed before he thought about it. "We're still not getting a house-elf."
"Did I say something?" Draco quirked an eyebrow, though it was a losing game since his mouth was definitely twitching. Harry knew he'd follow him downstairs, after a half an hour in the bathroom at least.
"I have never been gay--" Harry said finally, pausing a little before the door in reflection.
"What was all this then?!" Draco yelled-- well, whined-- well, stated strongly. He had his dignity, didn't he?
"...But I don't look at them," he finished, shutting the bedroom door.
"Them who?!" Draco yelled after him, ignoring Harry's guffaws. He'll get to the bottom of that twisted bastard's little delusions eventually.
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Date: 2005-03-28 03:58 pm (UTC)I am pleased, however ^^