This will be a collection of drabbles written for Tyche's FB challenge.
Disclaimer: The characters and canon situations in the following story belong solely to JK Rowling, Scholastic and WB. I am not making any money from the publishing or writing of this story.
Million thanks to CRMediaGal for a quick edit.
Prompt word: flambé
Draco Flambé a la Potter
He was supposed to be a cold one. The one, who always knew how to keep his cool.
Well... He tried his best. Yet, every time he saw him stepping out of the shower, he just couldn't stay calm, and it wasn't even his fault. Seriously. He could swear, Potter did it on purpose. Though, frankly, Draco hadn't figured out how it was possible; but those wicked water trails that trickled down Potter's chest, abdomen, and along the trail of coarse black hair were definitely charmed…because Draco just couldn't stop staring.
Fuck. He's aflame. Again.
Draco flambé a la Potter.