12th of Nov―
Passion
Words: ~450
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Harry Potter did everything passionately.
Well, at least as far as he knew. He could not account for all of it . . .
Potter caught wanted criminals passionately, he sang passionately, he showered passionately, he touched passionately, he kissed passionately and he probably fucked passionately, too . . . He didn't know because he had never fucked the short little bundle of passion – Damn prude! – He even did his groceries passionately, he mused as he watched the raven-haired miniature of a man.
How could anyone be that small at adult age, anyway? The man was what, 5'6? And those glasses . . . Potter had money, so why not buy fashionable glasses? His hair didn't even deserve to be mentioned. Potter must've been going to barbers all his life, for Merlin's pants. Okay, maybe he had a good – wonderful, hot – body, and was kind of pretty, but still, everyone should make an effort.
That's when he noticed that they had arrived at Potter's flat. Potter was opening the door and his stalker hid behind a corner, carefully assessing what could have possible made him act this shamefully because of the diminutive wizard.
"You know, Malfoy," Potter called and he almost had a heart attack. Good heavens, the man had no respect for grace and etiquette: you simply do not address you potential attacker. "For starters I'm a very good Auror, there was no way you could've sneaked on me." Potter looked directly at him and his glasses were opaque from the reflected light. "Second, I'm not blind and there was no way I could've missed your shinning blond hair from across the street."
Draco Malfoy turned the corner and faced Potter with his arms crossed in front of his chest and a pout on his lips.
"Yes, well, I was―" Malfoy sneered at Potter with a proud posture.
"― Stalking your lover?" A tell-tale blush made its way to the pale cheeks; Draco glared. Potter looked amused.
"Yes, it's the only way you are going to spend some time with me anyway," Draco grumbled under his breath. Potter's face softened.
"I'm very sorry, we started to date in the middle of this very important case that―" One look from Draco shut him up. "Right, but it's over now . . ." Harry drawled, suggestively. Draco looked at him like he was a piece of meat in front of a starving man.
"Really?" he asked eagerly, fidgeting to stay still and not tackle Potter to the ground and have his wicked way with him right there. Potter reply was to pull him inside the apartment―
In the morning, Draco was absolutely sure that Harry Potter did everything passionately.
I apologise by the vulgar language, but I warned my readers in the beginning of the story that there would be 'foul language'―
I think Draco would be frustrated enough to forget his manners. =]
