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katekintail ([info]katekintail) wrote in [info]hp_may_madness,
@ 2014-05-20 23:38:00

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Entry tags:author: katekintail

FIC: Game of Letters 20
Title: Game of Letters 20
Author: KateKintail
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Kink: watersports
Disclaimer: Not my characters, world, or paycheck.
Summary: A series of letters.
Notes; Written for hp_may_madness 2014
Word count: 200

Harry,

It’s definitely getting worse. Or better, depending on your preferences. I’m eating lunch, leg bouncing up and down. I can’t sit still. But I’m not holding myself yet. Yet. Each second that passes makes me more desperate for a wee, though, and I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to hold out.

The worst of it right now isn’t the bottle of fizzy butterbeer I’m drinking with my ham and cheese sandwich. It’s not the bottle of butterbeer sitting next to me to be chugged down after lunch. Or the other four from the pack in the fridge, for that matter. The worst part was washing my hands before lunch. I turned on the faucet and the water ran loud and strong. And then I had to shove my hands under there, feeling the warm water against my skin.

And all I could think of was pissing out everything I’d had to drink so far today and how that would feel streaming out of me and puddling on the floor. What would you say if you came home and saw me having an accident? What would you do to me? Please tell me you’d do something…

Draco



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