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OK

I KNOW IT’S NOT A LOT

I KNOW IT IS NOT COLOURED EVEN

AND I KNOW I AM PROBABLY POSTING IT AT THE WORST HOUR

BUTTTTT

I AM REALLY PROUD ABOUT ITTTTT

This is my post for reaching for the second time the 200 followers (yikes)

This

On the other profile was the post who made me able to do “the big step” and become a kinda c00l account

It brought me luck (and fame 🌚🌚🌚) and a lot of new experiences

I hope with this new one I’ll be able to have the same luck again ♥️

IN ANY CASE FREE KISSING GUYS UUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHH (I was really half dead trying to finish it ahahah)

"Wake up."

Harry twitched, then snored.

"I said wake up."

Consciousness slowly spread like pins and needles on the inside of his head. Harry groaned.

"Get up."

Harry groaned again, keeping his eyes closed. "'t'd'you want?"

"I'm hungry."

"Go find something to eat. I need to sleep."

"No. Get up. Make me breakfast."

Harry whined, nasal and plaintive. "Please, it's Saturday."

"So what. I'm hungry."

"Draco, please."

"Get up or I'll bite you."

"No you won't."

"I will."

"Fine. It's not like that'll kill me anyway."

"...you're not scared of my bite?"

"No, go ahead and bite me."

"Fine, here I come."

Harry almost fell asleep again as he waited. Nothing happened.

Then something damp tickled his ear. He jerked away with a gravelly chuckle and buried his face into his pillow. "Stop. That tickles."

"Get up and give me breakfast."

"You're old enough to go find breakfast yourself."

"You told me never to leave the flat."

"I told you to be discreet."

"You told me people are scared of me."

"Yes, well, they don't know how sweet you actually are."

"I am not sweet."

"You are. Let me sleep."

"No. Fucking get up."

Harry choked out a laugh. "Where did you learn that kind of language?! You're not even two!"

"Get up and make me some fucking breakfast."

"Stop it, you aren't allowed to swear."

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck--"

Laughing helplessly now, Harry finally forced his sticky eyes open. Dark, beady eyes stared at him from a mere two inches away.

"Good morning, Draco," he said fondly.

"Breakfast."

"You look very nice this morning."

"Shiny?"

"Very shiny," said Harry, pushing the duvet off himself and the tight spiral of thick coils beside him. He reached out and rubbed Draco's head with one finger.

The tiny, forked tongue shot out in a flash. "Will you take me to the park again today?"

Harry grinned, scratching his bare chest. "Sure."

"Will my namesake be there again?"

"Oh. Er. I don't know..."

"Pathetic."

"Pathetic?! Me?!"

"You couldn't even ask him out to dinner like you were supposed to."

"Fine. Watch me as I ask him today!"

"I hope you do. Then these forty five minute showers you take, grunting and moaning to yourself, can stop."

Harry felt himself go purple in the face as the white ball python next to him uncoiled and slithered away. "You-- you're just-- That's just my muscles relaxing--"

"Yes, I know which muscle. Now get up and feed me breakfast."

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