Title: Breaking all the Rules
Team: Epilogue
Author: frayach
Prompt: The Hierophant
Wordcount: 22,800
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Crack!fic, swinging, boys in pink knickers and kitty-ears, rimming, and a couple exceedingly brief het sex scenes
Summary: Malfoy is slowly wringing the last vestiges of pleasure from Harry’s life with all his rules and committees and agendas and reports. Or is he?
Draco Malfoy was driving Harry Potter around the bend.
Not that this was anything new. Malfoy had been driving Harry around one bend or another since they’d first laid eyes on each other. But recently the situation had got completely out of hand, and it was beginning to affect every facet of Harry’s life. At night, Harry lay in bed thinking about Malfoy, and in the morning when he awoke, his mind went from Oi, fucking alarm! to Shit, I hope Ginny remembered to buy bread yesterday because I certainly didn’t, to Wow, this hard-on bloody hurts, to Malfoy Malfoy Malfoy Malfoy Malfoy Malfoy Malfoy, etc.. There was no doubt about it; the merest allusion to a rigid prick brought Malfoy instantly to mind. Merlin, what Harry wouldn’t give to wrap his hands around . . .
“Honey! Did you pick up bread? The kids want toast.”
Shit. Harry rolled out of bed and hobbled to the loo. Five minutes into Monday, and he was already tense as piano wire.
And, as usual, it was all Malfoy’s fault.
“You do realise, mate . . .”
Harry stopped bouncing his stress ball against the one-way window between the observation room, where he and Ron were, and the interrogation room where one of the department’s apprentices was undergoing a simulated exercise. Much to the relief, no doubt, of said apprentice. In hindsight, Harry would concede that having your unseen boss make loud rhythmic banging noises during your qualification exam probably was a bit distracting.
“I do realise what, Ron?”
“That you haven’t progressed much in twenty years.”
Harry frowned. “And how do you work that one out?” he asked.
“Well,” said Ron, counting on his fingers in a way that implied he had a lengthy list, “first of all, you’re still sleeping with my sister.”
Harry snorted. “Yeah, but she’s my wife now. Not just my bit of fifth year jail bait.”
Ron punched him in the shoulder. “Oi, that’s my sister you’re talking about!”
“And my wife,” Harry replied. “Who, by the way, would consider it a compliment to be referred to as jail bait. In fact, just last week, one of the lads at the Southwark . . .”
Ron stopped his ears with his fingers, humming tunelessly. “I can’t hear you,” he said.
Harry shrugged and began bouncing his stress ball again. On the other side of the glass, Tiddlewick jumped out of his skin. Harry reached for his clipboard and jotted in the margin, Startles at loud, but entirely foreseeable, noises.
“Second of all . . .” said Ron. Harry glanced up.
“I thought you were finished.”
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𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 2008
Fanfic⚠︎This is not mine, for offline purpose only to satisfy my need and i also want to share it with all of you in case you haven't read it This is a collection of drarry stories "TIM EPILOGUE" from hd_worldcup 2008 on livejournal The epilogue is the fi...
