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steve: tęsknisz tylko za moją kuchnią? bucky: no a za czym miałbym jeszcze tęsknić? steve: za mną? bucky: nie schlebiaj sobie, rogers bucky: żarcie na pierwszym miejscu bucky: na drugim jest sam bucky : ty jesteś na trzecim steve: sam jest ważniejszy ode mnie? bucky : nie, no co ty bucky: sam jest zabawniejszy XD

"This person is so much harder to hate. And I'm supposed to hate Malfoy. How the fuck else am I supposed to limit this to just sex?"

Now Draco's cock is stirring, and he can't breathe because all he can think of is screaming Harry's name while Harry pins him down and mindlessly fucks him into total incoherency. Because hell yes, that would be sexy as fuck and Draco is officially in so much trouble.

Potter is panting moist puffs of air into his face and grinding what is now a full-on erection against Draco's own, glaring at Draco with the same mixture of confusion-exasperation-helpless-raging want that Draco feels for the git, day after day, coursing through his bloodstream, making him feel at once like he's flying and drowning.

They haven't fucked in over three months now; or maybe it's been longer. The last time they fooled around at all was a week ago when Harry woke Draco up by sucking him off, before promptly getting interrupted when Scorpius came banging at their bedroom door. It's always worth the wait when it's been a while.

"We can be friends, if you like," he says instead, nonchalant and careless. "What I'd like," Potter says seriously, "is to kiss you." Draco feels his jaw drop, feels the way his hair tumbles into his eyes when he whips around to stare at Potter. "What?" he breathes. "I think I'd like to kiss you," Potter repeats sombrely, no hint of mirth evident. "You think?" Draco says steadily, proud of himself for holding himself together. Potter's eyebrows slide up briefly but then Draco can't think or act or speak or breathe because Potter is leaning in and cupping his cheek gently. "I know," Potter says simply, and kisses Draco.

Art credit for cover: @MariaHideki https://www.deviantart.com/maria-hideki A Potions accident gone wrong leaves Harry and Draco holding hands for a month. The two enemies are forced to share a room, sit at tables together, and share classes. Tensions rise, but will the two prevail? And can they become more than just enemies? Polish translation by @MissTranslation2019 Spanish translation by @sunflower_milk Chinese translation by @Hanna-liu on LOFTER Burmese translation by @Yamonesue1994 Italian translation by @lady_malfoy07 Persian translation by @TaraPotterHead Portuguese translation by @Katheriny-San072

Louis posiada oczy, które mogą doszczętnie spalić miasta. Harry chce być zrobiony z wieżowców i mostów i betonu. (albo Harry jest naczelnym redaktorem uniwersyteckiej gazetki i od roku jest zakochany w anonimowym poecie) oryginał: https://archiveofourown.org/works/2767445 Okładkę wykonała @Darrrow ❤

Rozmowy ze świata olimpijskich herosów.