“You never actually said if you wanted to see me back then,” Harry said, jogging to keep up. “I didn’t mind your presence,” Draco said. “So you did want to see me,” Harry surmised. “I said I didn’t mind—” “Yeah, but people like you always beat around the puffskein like that.” “People like me?” said Draco, still walking very quickly. Harry shrugged. He was fine with a brisk pace. “I didn’t want to say ‘Slytherins’ because I’m thirty years old, but I meant Slytherins.” “Of course you did,” Draco sighed. “I’m glad we got this sorted,” Harry said. “I really liked getting you off last night, and so far I like going on a date with you, and I’m really into the idea of getting off with you again tonight, solving the Mers’ problems, and telling Minister Murdoch to go fuck himself while standing next to you in a sharp suit.” “Have you really planned out the rest of our lives together, Potter?” Draco did not sound particularly enthused. “I figured I had to be the one to do it, if it was going to get done,” Harry agreed. “You know how you people are.” “Merlin,” Draco said to the sky. “I beg you. Save me. I promise to be good.”
Antediluvia by zeitgeistic










