AO- What the HELL? - Chapter Two.
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seethingheathenTitle: AO- What the HELL?
Author: Sonja.
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17, overall. This part's a bit R-ish for language.
Disclaimer: Messrs Potter and Malfoy belong to JK Rowling. I’m just borrowing them for a bit. I don’t even pretend to have permission to abuse them so.
Summary: Harry’s home for the summer, and he’s bored shitless.
Author’s Note: Crackish. Not serious. Please don't maim me over horrible netspeak.
Read Chapter One.
Harry resisted looking for Malfoy online for two days. He wanted to give the boy time to want to talk to him, to build up the desire to come looking for him. On the third night after their chat, when Harry signed on, he didn’t have to wait long for Draco to find him.
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[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: oi!
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: where u been? :)
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: around. u?
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: wondering if i was going to talk 2 u again whoever u r
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“Well, that’s a bit desperate,” Draco decided, taking a drink of his lemonade. The ice cubes in the glass floated in agreement. He drained the glass, and set it down with a THUNK onto his desk. Then, fearing it would leave a ring, he grabbed a coaster. Mahogany wasn’t exactly cheap, you know.
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[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: missed u 2 lol. tell u wot. send me a piccy of urself & i’ll give u a clue who i am ;)
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: u know wot i look like :)
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: not wot i meant lol
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: oh! yeah ok i can do that brb
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It took less than a minute for Draco to send the file, leaving Harry to marvel at the fact that the picture was so readily available. Malfoy must have loads of requests for cock shots, which was actually not surprising, considering how hot he was. And just because Draco and Harry had loathed each other since they were kids, it didn’t mean Harry couldn’t think he was attractive, albeit in a drop-dead-gorgeous-but-a-wanker-nonetheless sort of way.
When he opened the picture file, Harry’s jaw dropped. “Holy shit,” he breathed. “Malfoy’s fucking huge!” This was true; Malfoy was fucking huge. And Harry was getting fucking hard. He thought back to the other night, back to the things he had typed. Perhaps he was a bit clairvoyant. He made a note to play the Lotto.
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[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: is that really u? OMFG
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: yep all me :) now wots the clue? tho i think i deserve 2 for that pic
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: ok lol. 1- i’m in ur yr. 2- im not in ur house
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: oh. huh.
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: u think only slytherins r hot? u seem disappointed. :’(
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: of course not. i think loads of boys r hot!
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: like who
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: er, remember oliver wood? and justin (f-f), and 1 more but u cant tell anyone... (this ones my favourite)
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: u have to promise b/c if anyone knew i would never hear the last of it lol
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: i won’t, i swear ;)
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: potter
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“Maybe I shouldn’t have said that,” Draco remorsed, after hitting ENTER. He consulted a dictionary to see if ‘remorsed’ was even a word. It wasn’t, so he decided he should ‘regret’ instead. If anyone found out he thought Harry Potter was hot, he would lose all credibility as a Slytherin, and he did have a reputation to uphold. One should never consort with the enemy, no matter how delectably nerdy he was- at least that’s what his father had told him. Draco shuddered at that, suddenly wondering how many delectably nerdy enemies Lucius must have consorted with to reach that conclusion.
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[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: HARRY potter?!? u can’t be serious! rofl x50
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: that’s why u can’t tell! :/ and it’s not really that funny
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: ok ok! but u have to tell me wots so hot about him cos i really can’t see it.
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: first u have 2 give me another clue. i think ive earned it lol
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Harry thought about this for a moment. He had to really think about it, digest it: Malfoy thought he was hot. It went down like a biscuit gone sideways, and it was all it took for Harry not to choke to death. “Bloody hell,” he sputtered, wishing he’d had his camera ready. He would have liked to see the look on his face. And then there was the matter of the next clue. If he wasn’t careful, he would give the game away too soon. And why stop now when he already had two delicious bits of blackmail on Malfoy? Although, the picture of his cock wasn’t so much blackmail as it was effective advertising, but the printed chat log would buy him freedom from Draco’s taunts for the last year of school. Onward!
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[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: ok... a clue. i’m trying to think of a good one
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: tell me ur house
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: can’t. would give 2 much away :)
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: then just tell me who u ARE then maybe we could meet & fuck 4 real ;)
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: unless ur scared lol
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: not scared :) i just think it would be more fun for u to guess ;)
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: would u let me fuck u anyway or r u just talk?
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: clue then i’ll tell u (yes)
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: lol not fair using my game against me! sneaky git :) ok, i’m on my house team for footy (and i want u so bad)
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Draco tried to remember the names of the boys he liked on the house football teams. There weren’t many, really, that he didn’t admire, so the task was daunting. Draco himself played for the Slytherin side and spent more time glancing surreptitiously at naked cocks and arses than he did washing in the showers after matches.
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[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: so wots so special about potter anyway. u never did say
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: srsly u don’t see it? it’s his eyes and his hair and his laugh and the way he runs when he
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: FUCK YOU POTTER!!1!
****
“Fuck!” Harry should have guessed that last clue would have been too easy. Of course, he had no idea Malfoy liked to watch him play. Shit, he had no idea Malfoy even went in for blokes until three days ago!
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Draco was mortified. Of all the cruel things to do, Potter had chosen to humiliate him like this! “Oh,” whispered Draco, to the blackness of his room. “So this is how it feels.” He didn’t give the blackness a chance to answer back, because he knew what it would say: Yeah. Yeah, it is.
Author: Sonja.
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17, overall. This part's a bit R-ish for language.
Disclaimer: Messrs Potter and Malfoy belong to JK Rowling. I’m just borrowing them for a bit. I don’t even pretend to have permission to abuse them so.
Summary: Harry’s home for the summer, and he’s bored shitless.
Author’s Note: Crackish. Not serious. Please don't maim me over horrible netspeak.
Read Chapter One.
Harry resisted looking for Malfoy online for two days. He wanted to give the boy time to want to talk to him, to build up the desire to come looking for him. On the third night after their chat, when Harry signed on, he didn’t have to wait long for Draco to find him.
****
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: oi!
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: where u been? :)
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: around. u?
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: wondering if i was going to talk 2 u again whoever u r
****
“Well, that’s a bit desperate,” Draco decided, taking a drink of his lemonade. The ice cubes in the glass floated in agreement. He drained the glass, and set it down with a THUNK onto his desk. Then, fearing it would leave a ring, he grabbed a coaster. Mahogany wasn’t exactly cheap, you know.
****
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: missed u 2 lol. tell u wot. send me a piccy of urself & i’ll give u a clue who i am ;)
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: u know wot i look like :)
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: not wot i meant lol
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: oh! yeah ok i can do that brb
****
It took less than a minute for Draco to send the file, leaving Harry to marvel at the fact that the picture was so readily available. Malfoy must have loads of requests for cock shots, which was actually not surprising, considering how hot he was. And just because Draco and Harry had loathed each other since they were kids, it didn’t mean Harry couldn’t think he was attractive, albeit in a drop-dead-gorgeous-but-a-wanker-nonetheless sort of way.
When he opened the picture file, Harry’s jaw dropped. “Holy shit,” he breathed. “Malfoy’s fucking huge!” This was true; Malfoy was fucking huge. And Harry was getting fucking hard. He thought back to the other night, back to the things he had typed. Perhaps he was a bit clairvoyant. He made a note to play the Lotto.
****
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: is that really u? OMFG
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: yep all me :) now wots the clue? tho i think i deserve 2 for that pic
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: ok lol. 1- i’m in ur yr. 2- im not in ur house
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: oh. huh.
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: u think only slytherins r hot? u seem disappointed. :’(
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: of course not. i think loads of boys r hot!
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: like who
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: er, remember oliver wood? and justin (f-f), and 1 more but u cant tell anyone... (this ones my favourite)
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: u have to promise b/c if anyone knew i would never hear the last of it lol
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: i won’t, i swear ;)
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: potter
****
“Maybe I shouldn’t have said that,” Draco remorsed, after hitting ENTER. He consulted a dictionary to see if ‘remorsed’ was even a word. It wasn’t, so he decided he should ‘regret’ instead. If anyone found out he thought Harry Potter was hot, he would lose all credibility as a Slytherin, and he did have a reputation to uphold. One should never consort with the enemy, no matter how delectably nerdy he was- at least that’s what his father had told him. Draco shuddered at that, suddenly wondering how many delectably nerdy enemies Lucius must have consorted with to reach that conclusion.
****
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: HARRY potter?!? u can’t be serious! rofl x50
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: that’s why u can’t tell! :/ and it’s not really that funny
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: ok ok! but u have to tell me wots so hot about him cos i really can’t see it.
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: first u have 2 give me another clue. i think ive earned it lol
****
Harry thought about this for a moment. He had to really think about it, digest it: Malfoy thought he was hot. It went down like a biscuit gone sideways, and it was all it took for Harry not to choke to death. “Bloody hell,” he sputtered, wishing he’d had his camera ready. He would have liked to see the look on his face. And then there was the matter of the next clue. If he wasn’t careful, he would give the game away too soon. And why stop now when he already had two delicious bits of blackmail on Malfoy? Although, the picture of his cock wasn’t so much blackmail as it was effective advertising, but the printed chat log would buy him freedom from Draco’s taunts for the last year of school. Onward!
****
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: ok... a clue. i’m trying to think of a good one
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: tell me ur house
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: can’t. would give 2 much away :)
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: then just tell me who u ARE then maybe we could meet & fuck 4 real ;)
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: unless ur scared lol
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: not scared :) i just think it would be more fun for u to guess ;)
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: would u let me fuck u anyway or r u just talk?
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: clue then i’ll tell u (yes)
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: lol not fair using my game against me! sneaky git :) ok, i’m on my house team for footy (and i want u so bad)
****
Draco tried to remember the names of the boys he liked on the house football teams. There weren’t many, really, that he didn’t admire, so the task was daunting. Draco himself played for the Slytherin side and spent more time glancing surreptitiously at naked cocks and arses than he did washing in the showers after matches.
****
[HOT_FOR_MALFOY]: so wots so special about potter anyway. u never did say
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: srsly u don’t see it? it’s his eyes and his hair and his laugh and the way he runs when he
[IM_A_MALFOY_DAMNIT]: FUCK YOU POTTER!!1!
****
“Fuck!” Harry should have guessed that last clue would have been too easy. Of course, he had no idea Malfoy liked to watch him play. Shit, he had no idea Malfoy even went in for blokes until three days ago!
****
Draco was mortified. Of all the cruel things to do, Potter had chosen to humiliate him like this! “Oh,” whispered Draco, to the blackness of his room. “So this is how it feels.” He didn’t give the blackness a chance to answer back, because he knew what it would say: Yeah. Yeah, it is.
