Pure Evil (H/D, R)
Dec. 13th, 2007 03:04 amChristmas Gift Drabble #7:
Author:
sesheta_66
Giftee:
idontgiveafaux
Prompt(s): Evil
Title: Pure Evil
Rating: R, to be safe
Word Count: 200
Pairings/Characters: Harry/Draco
Other prompts: GJ 100_prompts: 006 - Accusation
Disclaimer: The author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country. The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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"You are truly evil, Draco Malfoy!" came Harry's accusation.
"Ah, but you still love me. In fact, I'd wager that you wouldn't want me nearly as much if I weren't."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Definitely."
"So what's your wager?"
"What's this, Potter? A bet? You know you'll lose."
"Don't be so sure of yourself, Malfoy."
"Right then. One week."
"One week what?"
"You'll be my slave, to do with as I wish, for one week, when you lose."
"You mean you'll be my slave when you lose."
"Whatever helps you sleep. Winner gets a slave for a week."
One week later ...
"I'm going mad, Ron! He's being so ... so ... nice! It's unnerving!"
Ron snorted.
"It's been a week. It's like ... I dunno ... like spending a week living with Colin Creevey fawning all over me. I can't take it."
"Oi, you can't give in, mate. Who knows what he'll have you doing?"
"What was that you were saying about me?" Draco asked, looking down at his lover tied to the bed, aching for release.
"Evil. You are pure evil."
Draco grinned as he continued driving Harry mad with desire. "And you wouldn't want me any other way."
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Author:
Giftee:
Prompt(s): Evil
Title: Pure Evil
Rating: R, to be safe
Word Count: 200
Pairings/Characters: Harry/Draco
Other prompts: GJ 100_prompts: 006 - Accusation
Disclaimer: The author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country. The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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"You are truly evil, Draco Malfoy!" came Harry's accusation.
"Ah, but you still love me. In fact, I'd wager that you wouldn't want me nearly as much if I weren't."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Definitely."
"So what's your wager?"
"What's this, Potter? A bet? You know you'll lose."
"Don't be so sure of yourself, Malfoy."
"Right then. One week."
"One week what?"
"You'll be my slave, to do with as I wish, for one week, when you lose."
"You mean you'll be my slave when you lose."
"Whatever helps you sleep. Winner gets a slave for a week."
One week later ...
"I'm going mad, Ron! He's being so ... so ... nice! It's unnerving!"
Ron snorted.
"It's been a week. It's like ... I dunno ... like spending a week living with Colin Creevey fawning all over me. I can't take it."
"Oi, you can't give in, mate. Who knows what he'll have you doing?"
"What was that you were saying about me?" Draco asked, looking down at his lover tied to the bed, aching for release.
"Evil. You are pure evil."
Draco grinned as he continued driving Harry mad with desire. "And you wouldn't want me any other way."
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