So far the week had gone smoothly apart from a terrible nightmare Draco had had. Four days down twelve to go and Harry was feeling relatively alright with everything. Harry was sitting in a plush violet chair below a black blanket as he watched Draco sleep. Draco hardly looked unkempt, it was either just after a good shag, after a swim, or as he slept, and Harry loved those precious few moments. A house elf popped beside Harry startling him ever so slightly.
"Excuse me, Master Harry Potter, would you be liking anything?" The young house elf squeaked.
"Oh, um, a cup of tea would be nice if it isn't to much trouble." Harry mumbled rather awkwardly.
"Of course, Master Harry Potter. Would you be liking anything else?"
"Just your name if it isn't to much trouble."
"My name is Jonah, Master."
"Well, thank you, Jonah." The small house elf popped off just moments before Draco started to shift. As every morning Draco reached onto his bedside table to grab his wand; this morning Draco grabbed only air. He sat up, stared around blearily for a couple minutes before his eyes registered Harry curled up in the chair.
"Where the fuck is my wand Harry?"
"Well if it is anywhere other than between your legs you should be worried."
"You know what I mean Potter."
"Leave your hair as it is."
"NEVER!" Draco shouted grabbing a hairbrush and running out of the room holding it like a sword.
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Parsletongue Boners
FanfictionHarry and Draco are 8th year dorm buddies. Draco has a thing for parsletongue, Harry happens to speak it fluently and discovers Draco's little kink. Can they have a relationship with their pasts and a future with their differences?
