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He was in the middle of a Dark Lord-cursed garden, hoping beyond hope that Potter could help him out (and oh how that rankled), but all he could think about was ripping those denims down and shoving his tongue inside Potter's arse.

“Definitely dark magic,” Potter said.

Must be. Draco agreed.


Um, FUCKING GUH!!! What? Like, I can't quite form words.


"Draco. My face is up here."

I fucking LOVE humor with my UST and smut! Such a kink! All the love for this!


Wanking was normal and Draco believed in having a healthy sex life with one's self, but his current situation was approaching ridiculous.

ROTFL!!!!


And then, like, this whole section:

House-Elf magic was handy when Draco needed an elegant meal prepared; equally when he needed that same meal vanished so he could spread Potter over his table instead.

Draco summoned his lube. Harry shrugged out of his trousers, his shirt already in a crumpled heap on the floor.

“You know how hard it is to concentrate when all I can think about is your cock?”

“Should I dock your pay?”

Harry grinned roguishly as he laid back, knees to his chest, an invitation if Draco had ever seen one. “I rather think you should give me a raise.”


GUH! Smut and snark and that sweetness all in one table tumble. Be still my heart!!!


“I figured I should come check on things--make sure everything sticks. Weekly? Or more, if you want. We could even...” Harry said, angling his lips toward Draco’s ear. “Actually have a meal together. One of these nights.”

“That sounds acceptable.”

“Good. Tomorrow?”

Draco’s lips mirrored Harry’s smile despite himself. “Tomorrow.”

*dies from awesomeness*

This was PERFECT. It feels like a gift to me, LOL! Thank you!!!

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