magehawke

“I only came here to know when the new bed’s arriving. Just couldn't remember the gosh darn date.” Harry and Karkaroff stare. Draco merely looks back, an expression of polite expectation on his face. “You mean you’re not here to… you’re not here to rescue me?” Harry asks, shock written in every feature. An exaggerated expression of surprise takes over Draco’s face, “Not at all! I know you can take care of yourself, darling.” Harry groans. OR The one where Harry is a precious baby who doesn't thinks he needs protection (SPOILER ALERT: he does) and Karkaroff and his disgusting teeth kidnap him. But BAMF!Draco will mow down the person who dares to touch his fiance. Not without throwing a melodramatic bitchfit, though.

In retrospect, he had been being a bit of an asshole. Or a lot. But surely, even he, did not deserve the level of cockteasing that Adam had unleashed upon him now.* A fic about the wonders of cockteasing, featuring tattoos, latch hook kits, dunkin' donuts, twink jokes, gratuitous eye-rolling, and a horny Ronan Lynch.