Potter's chest felt wonderfully solid as he pushed him, tumbling him into the grass. Even more satisfying was the crunch of Potter's nose under his fist.
Potter cried out and grabbed Draco's sweater, rolling him over. Draco found himself on his back, Potter's feverish gaze upon him.
Just like the old times, he thought before Potter's mouth crashed into his, robbing him of all thought.
*
Draco woke up. Potter, again. It took him a moment to remember. Potter was dead. And he better close his mind, because if the Dark Lord realized Draco wished he lived, then so was Draco.
Tak jsem zase krátila, tak o 50 slov. :( Kruciš, nějak mi ty drabble nechtějí končit.
Název drabble je jakýmsi pokusem o slovní hříčku a narážku na Draco Dormiens nunquam titillandus, ale nejsem si jistá, jestli mi to moc vyšlo... je pozdě, tak mě omluvte, pokud moc ne. :D
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Ale jo, to je super slovní
Lejdynka
Ale jo, to je super slovní hříčka! Spící Draco! <3