WOW! Poor Scorpius, and poor Al. I feel bad for both of them (and Harry, to a minor extent). Just so you know, Maggie, your dialogue and Scorpius-voice are getting better and better with each fic. Not that they were ever not good, but they're just fantastic now. You do the first person so well.
Loved these bits: He pats my back until I stop coughing. That shit never happens in my fantasies. But he has lined up our cocks again and my mortification takes a holiday.
I want to know what he wants, what he needs because this is Harry fucking Potter and I used to sleep with his Chocolate Frog Card under my pillow.
I sink to the floor of the shower as it all clicks into place. That drunken conversation from a month ago, confiding one stupid fantasy to my flat-mate in moment of drunken loneliness. That funny hopeful look he'd given me, as if I hadn't just admitted I wanked over his father.
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Just so you know, Maggie, your dialogue and Scorpius-voice are getting better and better with each fic. Not that they were ever not good, but they're just fantastic now. You do the first person so well.
Loved these bits: He pats my back until I stop coughing. That shit never happens in my fantasies. But he has lined up our cocks again and my mortification takes a holiday.
I want to know what he wants, what he needs because this is Harry fucking Potter and I used to sleep with his Chocolate Frog Card under my pillow.
I sink to the floor of the shower as it all clicks into place. That drunken conversation from a month ago, confiding one stupid fantasy to my flat-mate in moment of drunken loneliness. That funny hopeful look he'd given me, as if I hadn't just admitted I wanked over his father.
Great work, dear.