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D R A R R Y
It's the moment when it just isn't enough anymore.
He needs to go faster, grip harder. Draco swears like he always does
and mutters pleadingly. Harry hears words here and there, like
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" and "Faster… I need…"
The pressure is sweet and Harry almost doesn't want it to ever stop,
but he's nearly there now. He pushes further and finally reaches it.
Draco comes right behind, still swearing feebly.
They're both panting, and Harry is drenched in sweat.
For a moment all he can hear is his own heartbeat and then
through the haze, "Gryffindor wins 210 - 70!"
av maximuskarsimys @ ff.net
The pressure is sweet and Harry almost doesn't want it to ever stop,
but he's nearly there now. He pushes further and finally reaches it.
Draco comes right behind, still swearing feebly.
They're both panting, and Harry is drenched in sweat.
For a moment all he can hear is his own heartbeat and then
through the haze, "Gryffindor wins 210 - 70!"
av maximuskarsimys @ ff.net
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