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H/D Drabble for lily_firebolt


Harry stared Draco down, doing his best not to look away in embarrassment. As annoyed as he was that the Malfoys had managed to wheedle their way out of Azkaban again, the new facts he'd learnt about wands had made him ashamed of taking Draco's wand away from him. The very idea that he had caused the very same feeling of powerlessness in Malfoy that he himself had felt on the loss of his own wand was almost painful in its intensity; he wouldn't want to make anyone feel that helpless.

"So, what you're telling me," Draco drawled, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Is that you're just giving me my wand back, with nothing expected in the meantime? Good Merlin, I've heard that Gryffindors are noble, but you are going above and beyond Potter. How do you know that I won't hex you with it?"

"Faith, Malfoy," Harry said, trying not to fidget. "I can't believe you'd hurt the person who kept you out of Azkaban."

Draco stepped closer to him, wand at Harry's neck, hand on the wall next to Harry's head. His mouth was mere millimetres from Harry's own, causing his breath to catch in his throat. "Too noble for your own good, Potter."

"You like me that way," Harry grinned.

**

Harry sucked in his breath, closing his eyes at the feeling of Draco's mouth around his cock. He clawed at the walls, scrambling for grip, breath gasping in his ears. The sensation of Malfoy's warm, wet mouth made his heart thump erratically in his chest, all thoughts of Ginny forced from his mind. This was incredible, beyond anything Harry had imagined, Draco's tongue playing havoc with his self control.

"God, Malfoy," he moaned, his head falling back against the hard, brick wall of Malfoy's bedroom. "It's just a wand. It didn't...it didn't need..."

"You like me this way," Malfoy grinned, tongue circling Harry's hardness. "Don't you, Potter?"