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What I want, Malfoy, is your lovely perfect arse.
Malfoy stills, his hand still held out between them, offering up the peach. His cheeks start to flush a lovely Gryffindor red and Harry realises what he’s done. He hasn’t thought those words, he’s said them, out loud. In a strange, predatory come-hither voice that he barely recognises as his own. To Malfoy. Who isn’t moving, or saying anything, or doing anything but staring at Harry.
Shit. Shit shit shit.
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Harry pines. Sexy times ensue!
