The people surrounding him are smiling, touching him, trying to impress him, and while he seems at ease, you can tell the attention makes him uncomfortable. After years of studying him, you’ve come to realise he hates the attention, but he always handles his popularity with aplomb, with maturity into which you’ve seen him grow.
aplomb
what a word!
That’s when you know it’s going to be one of those nights,...
OMG YES... MY BODY IS READY.
He kisses like he does everything, with his whole body, his soul,
YES THAT IS HOW HARRY KISSES IN MY HEAD!!!!!
Oh this is so fucking great. I love everything about this. I love how Harry wants there to be a next time, and wants to switch things around... I can only hope that he wants more one day and Draco wants there to be more.
Omg, thank you, thank you, thank you, for writing this hot piece of fanfic for me. I love SECOND PERSON POV when it's Draco's and his friendship with Pansy is just far too perfect.
I really loved every word of this and I am so glad you picked my prompt to write for!
+ e’s almost unbearably handsome in the damned dress robes, + he shoves down his trousers and pants and shrugs off his robes, tossing them aside before bracing himself.
Jesus fucking Christ. Every time *robes* are mentioned in this fic, I've nearly lost it.
aplomb
what a word!
That’s when you know it’s going to be one of those nights,...
OMG YES... MY BODY IS READY.
He kisses like he does everything, with his whole body, his soul,
YES THAT IS HOW HARRY KISSES IN MY HEAD!!!!!
Oh this is so fucking great. I love everything about this. I love how Harry wants there to be a next time, and wants to switch things around... I can only hope that he wants more one day and Draco wants there to be more.
Omg, thank you, thank you, thank you, for writing this hot piece of fanfic for me. I love SECOND PERSON POV when it's Draco's and his friendship with Pansy is just far too perfect.
I really loved every word of this and I am so glad you picked my prompt to write for!
+ e’s almost unbearably handsome in the damned dress robes,
+ he shoves down his trousers and pants and shrugs off his robes, tossing them aside before bracing himself.
Jesus fucking Christ. Every time *robes* are mentioned in this fic, I've nearly lost it.
Brilliant job.