I feel somehow...selfish...if I don't offer...

[amanuensis1]

Am curious to see who will bite. Anyone who wants to ask my characters questions, a la the meme that's going around, is invited to do so. I remain healthily skeptical just because I think my characters say too much sometimes, and you have likely had quite enough of them, for any given story. Or, alternatively, I have set them up to make all of you have a "Shut up and just SHAG!" response, given that you guys come here for the smut. ^_^

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Worst Happiest Day Harry and Draco reply:

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(Please see ladynutmeg's questions above, in this thread, (http://www.livejournal.com/users/amanuensis1/21972.html?thread=483796) for the events which led to this:)

Draco: (sniffles)

Harry: Ssh, it's okay. Look the bruising's almost gone. This ointment's doing the job.

Draco: (whimpers) You hit my FACE.

Harry: I said I was sorry.

Draco: My FACE, you git!

Harry: You're going to be fine. I didn't ruin your pretty face, dammit.

Draco: PRETTY? Malfoys aren't PRETTY, not male Malfoys, anyway, we're sexy and gorgeous and... and luminous, we're not pretty!

Harry: Oh, yeah, well as you keep saying, I'M a male Malfoy now; so I assume that applies to me too?

Draco: No. But you do have something of the tousle-headed intellectual about you, with those glasses, so, you'll pass.

Harry: Tousle-hea-- you know, I don't think you're hurt as badly as you're pretending.

Draco: Yes, I am. This is killing me. I shall be dead before morning, just from the pain. Unless...

Harry: Unless?

Draco: Unless... you distract me somehow.

Harry: What, you want me to kiss it and make it better?

Draco: Sort of. I was thinking of someplace a bit lower, though.

Harry: You've got a one-track mind, you know that?

Draco: Shut up and save your husband's life.

Harry: Well, I wouldn't want to be accused of murder.

Draco: Trust you to always be thinking of yoursel-- ooh.