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“So, are you going to share that?” Harry asked, stretching his hand out towards Draco.

“Obviously not Harry. Your wine is up there far away.” Draco gestured at the desk grinning lazily before taking another large sip from his bottle.

Harry found his body buzzing with frustration and also a thrum of excitement. Before he could think about it he threw himself at Draco tackling him onto the floor.

The boys grappled frantically. Draco managed to wrap his arms around Harry, pinning his hands to his sides. Harry’s gaze was locked on the wine bottle. In a violent twisting movement he managed to free both his hands at once. He pushed against Draco’s chest as hard as he could, shoving him roughly into the ground. Draco’s back hit the floor in a loud smack and Harry clambered on top of him using his thighs to pin Draco’s legs together. Grinning maniacally Harry reached his hands towards the wine bottle in Draco’s left hand. In a quick movement Draco jerked the bottle away and Harry landed heavily, his hands bracketing Draco’s head.

At that moment their gazes locked. Suddenly Harry was no longer thinking about the bottle of wine.

Suddenly the only thing Harry could think about was the hot heat of Draco’s body beneath him and the depths of his grey eyes.

He froze watching Draco’s face. Draco’s gaze flickered, ghosting down across Harry’s lips and then back up to his eyes. Before Harry could stop himself he was leaning down. All at once their lips pressed together. The kiss felt like drowning in an oil spill. Dangerous like with one spark they would go up in flames. Harry lost himself in the warm brush of Draco’s lips against his. He shifted closer, draping his body over Draco trying to get as close to him as possible. Draco mirrored him, placing his cool broad hands on Harry’s waist and pulling him. Their bodies shifted against the floor in sync.

One of my fav excerpts from my new fic Infiltrate the Slytherins

tonight my sleep will be restless 

this is an expert from my @drarry-spin-the-wheel-fest work. My prompts are Werewolf Harry or Draco and Meet Ugly. I’ve hit some writers block and I think I just need to know that someone enjoys the direction of this fic to inspire me to keep writing it haha. Hope ya’ll enjoy! 

“Don’t try to tell me you didn’t know Draco was in Scotland,” Harry spits through the fire. Blaise rubs his eyes groggily. He’s wearing an emerald green dressing gown embroidered with what looks like giant golden butterflies. The Slytherins have always had a bit of a wild fashion sense. 

“I didn’t know Draco was in Scotland?” Blaise has always been a terrible liar. 

“You’re a terrible liar,” Harry says angrily. 

Blaise smiles nervously. “Okay you caught me, I knew Draco was in Scotland.” 

“I can’t believe you,” Harry looks down and finds that his knuckles are clenched into fists, his knuckles stand out white against his tanned skin. He knows it isn’t good for him to wind himself up like this but he can’t help it. “You knew he was here and you encouraged me to buy the house RIGHT NEXT DOOR to him?!” 

“Um, yes. That might be exactly what I did.” Blaises curls his lip into a small smirk, “But isn’t it great? Now he can keep an eye on you.” 

“Don’t tell me you set this up because you thought Draco Malfoy would be a prime candidate for watching over the Savior of the Wizarding World. You didn’t think that the second he realized something strange was going on he would go straight to the press?” Harry demands. 

Blaise’s eyes widen slightly, “I didn’t really think about that,” He admits. “But he’s changed a lot since the war. I’m sure he won’t do that.” 

“Oh perfect. You didn’t think of that?!! What were you thinking about then?”

“Oh,” Blaise says brightly, “How when me and Ginny come to visit we can see both of you instead of taking portkeys to different places.” 

“So,” Harry’s voice comes out low, a dangerous strain to his words. “You’re telling me I bought a house in the middle of nowhere only to find out that Draco Malfoy is my neighbor all because you and Ginny wanted simple travel plans?”

“Well yes,” Blaise admits gingerly, scooting back from his fireplace a little as if he thinks Harry might reach through the flames and shove him. “When I think about it like that it does seem a little silly.” 

Harry shakes his head and forces himself to take a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth just like the sodding meditation practice Hermione is always forcing him to do. 

“Fine,” He grits out. “I’ll figure out how to handle it. But you have to tell Draco that it’s your fault I’m here. I don’t want him thinking I’m some obsessive stalker.” 

“Hm, I actually think that maybe that could be avoided? You see-” 

“No,” Harry says, “You tell him or I’ll tell Ginny about the time you stole her favorite dress to wear to Pansy’s drag party.” 

“Okay,” Blaise says, clenching his jaw. “I’m sure it won’t be a big deal. He’ll forgive me immediately.” 

“Whatever you need to tell yourself Blaise.”

Harry ends the firecall and slumps onto the rug. 

Neville: How do I kiss a boy who's too tall for me to reach?

Hermione: Just ask them nicely to bend down??

Pansy: She's trying to say tell them to get on their knees

Harry: Climb them like a tree

Draco: Kick him and he’ll bend down to your height

*Harry proceeds to kick Draco so he bends down*

Blaise: what the fuck?? just ask me?