Harry pulled Draco close, his hand pressing that skinny little neck against him. His other hand slid softly down Draco’s smooth back, his fingers leisurely stroking the white skin of his bum. Draco let out a slow moan as Harry reached between his cheeks, pressed his finger on Draco’s warmest spot; their kiss deepened as they shifted on the blanket. Now it was Harry’s turn to gasp as Draco held him in his fierce grip, slowly teasing his hand up and down. He bit the blonde boy’s lip.
“I hate you, Malfoy.” Said Harry.
“I hate you too.” Answered Draco.
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