Disgusting- HarryDraco

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There is something that I gotta say.

It's disgusting, how I love you.
God, I hate me. I could kill you.
Cause your messing up my name.
Gotta walk my talk my fame,
But I just want to touch your face.

It's disgusting.
It's disgusting, how you changed me.
From a bandit to a baby.
Thinking about gotta change my name,
If I'm gonna walk this walk of shame.
Look at what you do to me.

It's disgusting.

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I probably listened to Disgusting by Ke$ha about... 20+ times for this piece. Vaguely catchy that song is until the point that you're kinda grooving in your seat.

Vaguely muddy boys... Boyish tomfoolery...



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Draco snarled in frustration, why? He nearly had the snitch and it had slipped away- Potter was looking highly relieved. Draco sneered at him.

"I almost got that Scarhead."

"But you didn't."

Draco snarled again- he was not in the mood for the obvious. Harry hovered a few metres away, the dark Firebolt's varnished finished glinted proudly. So Potter took care of his broomstick. Draco quickly rolled over in midair- dodging a stray bludger- WHAT THE FUCK!?

So. Potter. Took. Care. Of. His. Broomstick.

Really?

Draco wanted to turn his Nimbus 2001 and smash straight into the stands where that snooty Hufflepuff- Ernie Mcmillian?- was commentating.

'AND IT SEEMS MALFOY AND POTTER ARE GETTING VERY CHUMMY- DEAR MERLIN, LOOK AT THAT! THEY'VE LOST THE SNITCH!-'

Yes, Draco dearly wanted to fly and collide with the pompous prat. Instead he settled for flipping his nemisis off. Potter merely smirked at him. Draco dropped a few feet in the air as one of the Gryffindor beaters lobbed a bludger at his head.

"PLEBIANS!"

The blonde seeker shrieked after he got over his initial surprise- Harry laughed loudly and streaked off a golden and scarlet blur. The snitch. Riiiiiight. Draco quickly averted his eyes from Potter's backside.

SHIT THE SNITCH!!!

Swearing loudly Draco sped after the Gryffindor- hoping he was in time, but the Firebolt lived up to its name and blazed ahead. Rolling his eyes Draco did what he did best- cunning and tactics. Wheeling about the Slytherin waited, timing Potter's rapid approach, the glittering snitch just beyond his outstretched fingers.

3... 2... 1... oh Salazar's left wrinkly testicle the sodding boy-who-lived had the snitch. Draco propelled himself forwards.

SMACK!

There was a collective shout from the stands- loudest being the Gryffindors in outrage and laughter erupting from the Slytherins. Draco grunted as they both hit the ground, tumbling and rolling, Harry yelped as they came to a halt- Draco on top, straddling the raven.

"I. Fucking. Hate. You. And. Your. Godamned. Broomstick. Potter!"

The blonde pureblood seethed, feeling a blush creep up his face at the position they were in and the sudden realisation of the 'broomstick' innuendo. He gripped the scarlet robes tightly to pull his rival so they were nose to nose. Harry smiled and released the snitch- it hovered above their heads as the smile transformed into a wicked smirk.

"Really? Draco, why don't you show me how much you 'hate' me?"

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Poor Draco - he never gets the snitch and this time he just took a wild catch- and caught Harry Potter instead. >:3

P.S- GRASS THE THE MOST DIFFICULT THING TO DRAW!

Enjoy my little perverted freaks!