#disapparater

I’m looking for a fic that’s after hog warts, where there is an illegal cloning spell going around, and Harry is investigating draco because he found out that draco is going to use that spell to clone him. In the fic, Harry sneaks into Draco’s house and watches his cast the spell onto a dummy that then turns into a copy of Harry that will disappear in a few days. Harry then takes the place of the clone to see what draco intends to do with it. It’s a romance fic. I’ve been searching high and low with no luck

“Are you coming, Harry?” It was an innocent enough question, but the way Draco said it drove Harry crazy. He wanted to reply with, 'No, but I'd like to, will you help me by shoving your dick inside me and yanking at my cock?' “Yes, be right there,” was what Harry actually said.

This evening it was Draco's turn to cook and he had dragged Harry around every butchers in the vicinity trying to find the perfect sausages. And wasn't that an experience. “What do you think of this sausage, Harry? It's apparently very tasty.” “Harry, check out the length of this sausage!” “Woah, Harry, do you think there's too much girth on that sausage to fit in your mouth?” It had seemed never ending and Harry was ready for a wank about two hours ago. “I'll come 'round to yours in an hour or so, if that's okay?” “Okay,” said Draco. “I won't start cooking without you, though. My toad in the hole is so much fun!” 'I'll bet it is', is what Harry didn't say. “See you in a little while.”

Potter hands Draco a glass and they clink them together. “To one night of amazing sex,” is Potter's wry toast. “I was pretty good, wasn't I?” Draco concedes. “And modest, too.” Potter rolls his eyes, but he's smiling. “I haven't changed completely, you know.” “Oh, I know. You make just as much fun of me now as you did that night, as you've done since school.” “I never made fun of you at school—I offered insight into your character. And fashion sense, and choice of friends, and hair styles, and—” “Thank you,” Potter interrupts Draco's very long list, “for your caring advice. I see now that you only ever had my best interests at heart.”

Blown light bulb in hand, Potter leans to put it down on the counter. As he does, he loses his centre of gravity and flails his arms madly, trying to regain his balance. To Draco's delight he also lets out a high pitched squeal of fear. He doesn't fall, but really, the worst damage is done. “Was that a shriek for help?” Draco dries his hands and holds one out to Potter. “It was a manly bellow, actually,” insists Potter.

Women don’t hit on me. I don’t want women to hit on me; I’m gay. Another bloke would walk out of the loo, head over to her and buy her a drink, chat her up, then take her home and fuck her. I hate every part of that plan. I want to walk out of the loo, head back to Malfoy, talk to him, then take him home and—I don’t want anything to do with the woman, is what I’m saying.

“Are you coming, Harry?” It was an innocent enough question, but the way Draco said it drove Harry crazy. He wanted to reply with, 'No, but I'd like to be, will you help me by shoving your dick inside me and yanking at my cock?' “Yes, be right there,” was what Harry actually said.