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Written as a birthday present for gblvr
Reciprocity *** Draco pushed away from the window, his long blond hair whipping across his face. "There's nothing out there, Potter." Harry sighed and rolled over on the couch to face his unwelcome companion. "This is the fourth time you've said that today, Malfoy. It's not news. There's nothing outside but an endless vista of grass and sky, we're stuck inside this room without our wands or brooms, and we don't know where we are. Do you have anything interesting to add, or do you just like the sound of your own voice?" "I . . . " "Never mind answering that," Harry said, sitting up and planting his bare feet on the floor. "Everybody knows you like the sound of your own voice." Draco glared at him. For a moment, he looked as if he was considering whether it was acceptable for a Malfoy to haul off and punch someone, then he shook his head and started to pace back and forth in the small room. Locked door to the window - four steps. Window to the locked door - four steps. Locked door to the window - four steps. Window to the far end of the couch - five steps. Far end of the couch to the window - five steps. Window to the far end of the couch - five steps. Far end of the couch to the locked door - eight steps. After Draco's fifth circuit around the room, Harry started to get dizzy watching him. He lay back down, resting his head on an arm rest and closing his eyes. "I can't believe you're going back to sleep, you complete and utter prat! Don't you want to get out of here?" "Of course I do," Harry said, his eyes still closed. "I just don't see what the point is of driving ourselves crazy. We already know what we have to do to get out of here. It's not my fault if you . . . " "We do not!" Draco said indignantly. "We do not what?" "We do not know what we have to do to get out of here." "Of course we do," Harry said, opening his eyes again and frowning at the irate young man in front of him. "It said so on the parchment." "What parchment?" "The one that was sitting on the table when we woke up." "I don't see any damned parchment!" "That's because I put it away for safe-keeping." Harry reached into his pockets. "It has to be here somewhere." "Potter . . . " "Oh, keep your robes on, Malfoy." Then Harry chuckled.. "Or maybe not." "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" "It means, Malfoy, that we're not getting out of this room until we have sex." "What!" "You heard me. Sex. Sexual intercourse. Making the beast with two backs . . . " "Wait a minute," Draco said. "All that has to happen is that I fuck you and then we're freed?" Harry raised his eyebrows. "It didn't say anything about you fucking me, Malfoy." Draco shook his head and folded his arms across his chest. "A Malfoy never . . . " Harry laughed. "A Malfoy would be more believable if he'd learn to cast a silencing charm in the Slytherin changing rooms after Quidditch matches. 'Take me, Theo! Take me harder!' I swear, I barely had to use my extendable ears at all." "Shut up, Potter." "Listen. The note didn't say anything about only one of us fucking the other one." There was a long pause, then Draco sighed. "Fine," he said petulantly. "Who'd go first?" "Take your choice," Harry said with a grin. "I'm easy." "Yes, you are, Potter. The Slytherin changing room isn't the only one with excellent acoustics." Draco shrugged out of his robe and stood in front of Harry, the blank expression on his face at odds with the sight of his already hard prick.. "Well? What are you waiting for, Potter? My arse is yours." Harry didn't have to be asked twice. He slid his robes off and dropped them to the floor, then pulled Draco down on top of him. Perhaps it was all the fucking and being fucked that took place that long afternoon which chased all other thoughts from Draco Malfoy's head, but he never did remember to take a look at that parchment that had fallen from the pocket of Harry's robes.
Dear Harry,
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