#foxmicrofics

@microficmay, words: 83, ship: drarry, rating: M

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Day and night Harry could not get enough of him. Of the soles of his feet digging into Harry's spine. Of his lithe body, rocking in rhythm with Harry's own. Of his heaving breaths, hot against Harry's throat. 

Perhaps his favourite was Draco's lips, kissed raw, parted in ecstasy. Maybe it was his grey eyes, clouded over like the sky before lightning. Or his long hair, golden strands pooled past flushed shoulders. He couldn't decide, but, whatever it was, he couldn't get enough.

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@microficmay, words: 146, ship: drarry, rating: G

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Harry arrived home precisely one hour thirty-four minutes late from his two day conference in Italy. He had to check as soon as he stepped through the floo to assess exactly how vexed his husband would be.

“So, you're alive,” Draco said, brow raised, chin in palm and elbow on the dining table. He sat sideways in his chair.

“Draco, please. I came home as soon as the last meeting ended.”

“Not soon enough.” Draco pouted. “Your treacle tart is cold.” He gestured to a tray of golden-brown pastry.

“I can have it cold.”

The pout intensified. “You hate it cold.”

“How can I hate it, when you made it?” Harry crouched beside Draco. “Look, I brought you something.” He enlarged a bouquet of blue hyacinths and handed them to Draco.

Draco grabbed Harry by the neck and kissed him, flowers abandoned next to untouched pastry.

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"Is that Malfoy?" Ron sputters at the rim of his beer glass.

Harry follows his gaze. His breath catches at the sight of Draco at the bar, long, toned legs on display in a black leather shirt that cuts above mid-thigh. He is wearing a thin jumper that drags at the neck, pale collarbone glistening under overhead lights.

The last time Harry saw Draco's bare thighs, he was between them. He downs his firewhiskey and bolts upright, Ron's protests falling on deaf ears as he marches with purpose. He hopes tonight will be no different.

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@microficmay, words: 83, ship: drarry, rating: M

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Day and night Harry could not get enough of him. Of the soles of his feet digging into Harry's spine. Of his lithe body, rocking in rhythm with Harry's own. Of his heaving breaths, hot against Harry's throat. 

Perhaps his favourite was Draco's lips, kissed raw, parted in ecstasy. Maybe it was his grey eyes, clouded over like the sky before lightning. Or his long hair, golden strands pooled past flushed shoulders. He couldn't decide, but, whatever it was, he couldn't get enough.

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@microficmay, words: 158, ship: drarry, rating: G

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Hermione yanked the curtains open and peeled Harry's bed covers off him.

Harry groaned in protest, throwing his forearms over his eyes to shield from the sudden onslaught of light barrelling into the room. It was overwhelming to be met with the mess that had accumulated over the past… days, maybe weeks. A pile of dirty clothes. Cups of untouched tea. A cloud of dust shaken loose from Hermione’s insistent pottering.

“Harry, you must stop feeling sorry for yourself and just owl Draco!”

“I can't Hermione, I'm the one who broke up with him.”

“I still don't understand it. You seemed so happy.”

“I thought it was what he wanted. I thought I… I was stupid,” Harry grabbed the covers, much too thick for the summer heat, and threw them back over his head.

“Harry -”

“Leave me, Hermione. Let me rot in peace.”

“In pieces, more like.”

“Huh?”

“I said I'll just put on the kettle, shall I.”

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@microficmay, words: 104, ship: drarry, rating: G, additional challenge: format challenge - dialogue 

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It was Harry's second birthday since the end of the war. He was already three Butterbeers down, on his fourth Firewhiskey and had partied well into the fifth hour past midnight. He could barely hold himself up. 

Harry: Who is that?

Ron: Uh?

Harry: The beautiful, magnificent, most precious guy with the flowers in his hair!

Ron: Draco?  

Harry: Wow, even his name is pretty. Do you think he's single? 

Ron: Draco? 

Harry: [nods aggressively] 

Ron: You mean, Draco, your boyfriend? 

Harry: My boyfriend? 

Ron: [nods, exasperated]

Harry: Wow! Then what am I doing here with you? I must take him home at once.

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@microficmay, words: 110, ship: drarry, rating: G, additional challenge: format challenge - epistolary

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Mother, 

I saw Harry for the first time since Hogwarts. He was in Diagon Alley, of all places! He's much taller now, did you know? 

Anyway, he invited me for coffee. I accepted. 

Don't worry, we cleared up the small matter of his breaking my heart last year. A sad miscommunication was all it was!

You mustn't worry yourself over my love-life and may cancel my blind date with your French Nobel. I am no longer in need of your matchmaking. It did not work out with the last one, anyway. 

Please send more truffles. And the new Dior leather skirt! 

Have to run! 

The light of your life, Draco 

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@microficmay, words: 107, ship: drarry, rating: T

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"You're sure?" Draco asked, cold lips against Harry's throat. 

"Yes, for the thousandth time ye -" 

Sharp fangs pierced Harry. He winced. Nothing changed for a moment, only the feel of blood rushing into Draco's waiting mouth. The smell of iron assaulted his nostrils. Draco pressed in harder, gums flush against Harry's fresh wounds. 

Then he felt it, tendrils of pain seeped into throbbing veins, like Devil's Snare coiling around a helpless victim. They clawed at his heart, his lungs, and every inch of his body. He burned from the inside out. It felt like he was dying. 

It was worth it, to have eternal life with Draco.

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