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Title: 99 Problems But A Snitch Ain't One
Author:
noe_fic
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 2,000
Summary: "Spare me the running commentary, Potter. Just fuck me."
Okay!
Who's in the mood for some Quidditch!Smut?
But that's not all, this is angry!sex. Harry's got anger issues and Draco has the last word.
One of my favourite bits:
This fic feels like the beginning of something. Of something super hot, too.
Author:
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Rating: NC17
Word Count: 2,000
Summary: "Spare me the running commentary, Potter. Just fuck me."
Okay!
Who's in the mood for some Quidditch!Smut?
But that's not all, this is angry!sex. Harry's got anger issues and Draco has the last word.
One of my favourite bits:
He blinked. "What? You want to Sectumsempra me over a lost Snitch?"
"Oh it wouldn't just be for the one." Malfoy sneered. "For five bloody years of lost Snitches. For my mother. And my father. For your insufferable arrogance and your insufferable do-gooding, your brilliant golden-boy status. There are so many reasons to leave you here bleeding, Potter. You got away with murder."
Resignation crept over Harry like a drug. He was warm. He was almost not in pain. "Then do it," he said, "but be quick about it." He closed his eyes.
This fic feels like the beginning of something. Of something super hot, too.