I don't care if this is long, I had to share some thoughts ;).
Or maybe – yeah – grey like lint collected on a dryer filter, a delicate blend of ash grey and slate grey and stovepipe grey and dove grey, with just a suggestion of white flecks from the tissue you'd accidentally left in your pocket, but without too much blue, because you are no idiot and didn't cram your denims in this load although you were sorely tempted to because it would have saved time. & Draco shifted, revealing more of that creamy-pale skin that Harry wanted to lick. He knew, however, that they still had a shitload of plot to hack through before he'd be allowed even the tiniest taste of that paley-cream dermatological covering.
Heee! What *is* it with Draco's eyes/skin?!
I already got the okay for this seduction from Professor McGonnagall. Er. MacGonigal. Uh. McGonnee— Professor Sprout.
Okay, there is nothing worse than people misspelling character names. Nothing.
Harry, meanwhile, had been surreptitiously checking Draco's arm for evidence of the Dark Mark. When he didn't find it, he let out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding.
I think this really is in every fic, ever.
A/N - Harry's thoughts are in slashes, and Draco's are in asterisks
*Is this annoying, or what?///
Draco tasted like a 1976 Château Rieussec, with a distinctive caramel flavour to the almost brown sugar and chocolatey fruit. Harry noticed some volatile acidity, but on the whole it was big, thick, juicy, and almost a hybrid cross between a Madeira and a Sauternes.
I always wondered who these authors had been kissing... I never quite got the tasting thing.
and Harry buried his nose in Draco's soft, blond, silky, soft, gossamer, satiny, baby-fine, soft, smooth, wispy, and soft flaxen locks. It was very soft.
Okay, that was just funny.
Harry drew in a surprised breath. "That's the first time you ever called me Harry—"
"So?"
"It's a signal, you idiot. It means we have about 30 seconds left before we're mauling each other on the hearthrug. If you have any snarky banter left, now's the time to use it up."
*dies*
He especially liked the ones that started out with red streamers, then shot off a second round of blue before dying away in a shower of silvery sparks that made this really neat whistling sound as they fell - you know the ones I mean? Yeah, those. Although the big puffy ones with the long gold streamers were sweet, too.
That was the most random tangent of all time.
In fact, I'd have to say this fic may have been the longest, most random tangent of all time ;). Thanks so much for going there.
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Or maybe – yeah – grey like lint collected on a dryer filter, a delicate blend of ash grey and slate grey and stovepipe grey and dove grey, with just a suggestion of white flecks from the tissue you'd accidentally left in your pocket, but without too much blue, because you are no idiot and didn't cram your denims in this load although you were sorely tempted to because it would have saved time.
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Draco shifted, revealing more of that creamy-pale skin that Harry wanted to lick. He knew, however, that they still had a shitload of plot to hack through before he'd be allowed even the tiniest taste of that paley-cream dermatological covering.
Heee! What *is* it with Draco's eyes/skin?!
I already got the okay for this seduction from Professor McGonnagall. Er. MacGonigal. Uh. McGonnee— Professor Sprout.
Okay, there is nothing worse than people misspelling character names. Nothing.
Harry, meanwhile, had been surreptitiously checking Draco's arm for evidence of the Dark Mark. When he didn't find it, he let out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding.
I think this really is in every fic, ever.
A/N - Harry's thoughts are in slashes, and Draco's are in asterisks
*Is this annoying, or what?///
Draco tasted like a 1976 Château Rieussec, with a distinctive caramel flavour to the almost brown sugar and chocolatey fruit. Harry noticed some volatile acidity, but on the whole it was big, thick, juicy, and almost a hybrid cross between a Madeira and a Sauternes.
I always wondered who these authors had been kissing... I never quite got the tasting thing.
and Harry buried his nose in Draco's soft, blond, silky, soft, gossamer, satiny, baby-fine, soft, smooth, wispy, and soft flaxen locks. It was very soft.
Okay, that was just funny.
Harry drew in a surprised breath. "That's the first time you ever called me Harry—"
"So?"
"It's a signal, you idiot. It means we have about 30 seconds left before we're mauling each other on the hearthrug. If you have any snarky banter left, now's the time to use it up."
*dies*
He especially liked the ones that started out with red streamers, then shot off a second round of blue before dying away in a shower of silvery sparks that made this really neat whistling sound as they fell - you know the ones I mean? Yeah, those. Although the big puffy ones with the long gold streamers were sweet, too.
That was the most random tangent of all time.
In fact, I'd have to say this fic may have been the longest, most random tangent of all time ;). Thanks so much for going there.