sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2005-10-07 13:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | challenge #5 |
Sunday, 233 words.
Original poster: faith1922
Challenge: #5
Words: 233
A/N: I used all 20 words. 'M so proud o' meself.
Warning: None, not even angst.
A/N2: I just realized that I wrote something actually remotely fluffy. This might be the end...
Sunday evening.
That was Harry sitting in front of the TV, his arm around Draco who was staring into space, or sometimes reading a book.
That was sitting on the green bench in the backyard and scribbling beautiful thoughts on a notepad, with Draco leaning against his legs, cracking nuts and moaning because the stupid rose bush had gotten in his way again and he was all scratched up.
Sunday evening was shagging like rabbits on black satin sheets and sometimes it was drawing fake tattoos with eyeliner on each other's backs and going to a club and grinding against each other to hard rock music.
Last week it was Draco with the flu, and the one before it was a flat front tire on their way to Pansy's birthday party. The one before that it was Draco dressing up as a cowboy and Harry running around, wrapped in scarves and carrying a crystal ball, because it was Halloween and Hermione and Ron were giving a party.
Sometimes, when Draco had to go on an emergency trip for the Ministry it was a lot of faith on Harry's part and sometimes...
Sometimes it was lying in the darkness, listening to the wind sneak around the house and almost crying with happiness because somehow, very silently, Draco had become his whole world.
Harry loved Sunday evenings.