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*clears throat* Speaking of Friendship...
*SIGH*
I promised![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nonewwitticisms and draca that I would post the pseudo-sequel thing to Lickable!Draco that I scribbled up. Because nonewwitticisms is writing a fic (yay!!) and I bribed him with my patheticness. SO.
in case you care in any way whatsoever: Lickable!Draco
And this takes place directly after the end of L!D. Now.
Weasel bolted out of his seat. “But Harry, you weren’t even here when he cast the spell!”
Potter flushed. “Um.. yeah.. that sounds about right…”
“Harry!” Granger spluttered. “You didn’t!”
“He told me to!” Potter exclaimed.
“I did not!” Draco protested, glaring at Potter. “I just said that I knew you wanted to! You’re the one who was all ‘who told you?!’”
“I didn’t know there was any spell!”
“And to think—” Draco snarled angrily. “I gave you points for creativity because no one else tried to lick my mouth!”
“I didn’t hear you complaining!”
“That’s because I was complaining silently, Potter!” Draco exclaimed. “Honestly!”
“Then I suppose you were complaining silently when we made it to the chair, weren’t you?”
“No, Potter. I was finished by then.”
“Quick question!” Blaise jumped up and looked at Potter. “Is Draco a top or a bottom?”
Potter looked flabbergasted. “Why—bottom, of course. Isn’t it obvious?”
Draco’s jaw clenched painfully as the Slytherin girls gave him a measuring look. “That’s it, Potter. Don’t expect me to put out for you any time soon.”
“Oh.” Potter mused slowly. “So… I guess we’re not fuck buddies after all?” Draco shook his head vigorously and crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, then, I want my cloak back. You don’t get to keep my things.”
Draco blinked, an odd feeling in his stomach as he looked at Potter in surprise. “You… you want your cloak back?” his voice was damnably tiny, and he could visibly see Potter melt under the influence of the vulnerable tone.
“Draco…”
“If you want your cloak back, fine!” Draco spat angrily. “I don’t care!”
“I mean, if it really means that much—“
“It doesn’t, Potter!” Draco slammed his fist on the table. “You’ll get your bloody cloak back, alright? Just leave me alone.”
“For crying out loud, it isn’t even as stylish as you’re used to! I don’t see why you’re making such a big fuss about it!”
“I’m not making a big fuss about it! I just told you to take the damn thing back!”
“You’re the one shouting about it! Why do you want it so badly, anyway?”
“Why do I want it?” Draco blinked. “Because! I just do!”
“So you admit you want it!” Harry exclaimed triumphantly. “Quit being a wanker and just keep the thing.”
“I don’t want it anymore, Potter! And I’m not a wanker, and by the way, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t make fun of my Laugh anymore, you insensitive prick.”
“What, the I’m a Sodding Wanker Cackle™?” Harry asked mischievously.
“It’s the Terrifying Laugh of Evil™, Potter! The least you could do is get it right!” Draco pouted, glaring at Harry furiously.
Wah.
someone shoot me.
I promised
nonewwitticisms and draca that I would post the pseudo-sequel thing to Lickable!Draco that I scribbled up. Because nonewwitticisms is writing a fic (yay!!) and I bribed him with my patheticness. SO.in case you care in any way whatsoever: Lickable!Draco
And this takes place directly after the end of L!D. Now.
Weasel bolted out of his seat. “But Harry, you weren’t even here when he cast the spell!”
Potter flushed. “Um.. yeah.. that sounds about right…”
“Harry!” Granger spluttered. “You didn’t!”
“He told me to!” Potter exclaimed.
“I did not!” Draco protested, glaring at Potter. “I just said that I knew you wanted to! You’re the one who was all ‘who told you?!’”
“I didn’t know there was any spell!”
“And to think—” Draco snarled angrily. “I gave you points for creativity because no one else tried to lick my mouth!”
“I didn’t hear you complaining!”
“That’s because I was complaining silently, Potter!” Draco exclaimed. “Honestly!”
“Then I suppose you were complaining silently when we made it to the chair, weren’t you?”
“No, Potter. I was finished by then.”
“Quick question!” Blaise jumped up and looked at Potter. “Is Draco a top or a bottom?”
Potter looked flabbergasted. “Why—bottom, of course. Isn’t it obvious?”
Draco’s jaw clenched painfully as the Slytherin girls gave him a measuring look. “That’s it, Potter. Don’t expect me to put out for you any time soon.”
“Oh.” Potter mused slowly. “So… I guess we’re not fuck buddies after all?” Draco shook his head vigorously and crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, then, I want my cloak back. You don’t get to keep my things.”
Draco blinked, an odd feeling in his stomach as he looked at Potter in surprise. “You… you want your cloak back?” his voice was damnably tiny, and he could visibly see Potter melt under the influence of the vulnerable tone.
“Draco…”
“If you want your cloak back, fine!” Draco spat angrily. “I don’t care!”
“I mean, if it really means that much—“
“It doesn’t, Potter!” Draco slammed his fist on the table. “You’ll get your bloody cloak back, alright? Just leave me alone.”
“For crying out loud, it isn’t even as stylish as you’re used to! I don’t see why you’re making such a big fuss about it!”
“I’m not making a big fuss about it! I just told you to take the damn thing back!”
“You’re the one shouting about it! Why do you want it so badly, anyway?”
“Why do I want it?” Draco blinked. “Because! I just do!”
“So you admit you want it!” Harry exclaimed triumphantly. “Quit being a wanker and just keep the thing.”
“I don’t want it anymore, Potter! And I’m not a wanker, and by the way, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t make fun of my Laugh anymore, you insensitive prick.”
“What, the I’m a Sodding Wanker Cackle™?” Harry asked mischievously.
“It’s the Terrifying Laugh of Evil™, Potter! The least you could do is get it right!” Draco pouted, glaring at Harry furiously.
Wah.
someone shoot me.
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*gasps for air*
Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
*clutches at chest*
GAhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
*winces as the pain heightens*
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
*lies on floor as left side goes numb*
Heheheheheheheheheheheh
*still gasping for air ...*
Hehe ... haha ... he he ... hmmmm
*notices that she really should vaccuum her floor*
I'm okay ... I think ... hehehe ... whoops ... *wipes at the tears* oh it was brilliant, the sulking, the sodding wanker ... i still love you, you're stuck with that :P
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