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24 January 1999
Dear Ginevra,
I’m sure this will come as a surprise to you, it did to me when it first began. It’s astonishing that I’ve been able to keep this a secret as long as I have. Something I’m sure you have deduced about me, Ginevra, I’m not one to not brag about my conquests. In the four months following the Battle of Hogwarts, the Prophet had no problem photographing me with any and every man I picked up for the night. Muggle or Wizard, they were plastered on the front page for all the world to see. You see, Blaise Zabini – I’m sure you remember him from school – well he’s a photographer with the Prophet. He would ensure that I was seen and photographed with my latest fling and that the paper was sent directly to my father’s cell in Azkaban. But all of that has stopped, hasn’t it? I promise there’s a reason for that: I’ve started seeing someone. That makes it sound much more exclusive than it really is. Five months now I’ve been shagging a ‘mystery man’. Trust me, my conquests didn’t magically stop, I’ve just had to be much more discreet. Which has been fine, but how am I supposed to rile up my father now? Now that he can’t know who I’m shagging regularly. I have to tell someone and you seemed like the best person, seeing as the bloke I’m shagging is supposed to be your boyfriend.
I know, it’s a lot to take in, right? Well, it would be if I actually sent this letter but I digress. We met one night in Muggle London at a nightclub. You’d just gone back to school. Part of me feels bad for you, but you can’t really miss what you never had, right? I know you and he had never been with one another intimately, a line he has been unwilling to cross with you. And I do pity you that, I really do. He is unbelievable. It really is a shame that you haven’t felt him slide into you, gentle and rough all at once.
That first night, I admit, was a mistake for him. We were both pissed out of our minds. I honestly don’t remember very much from that night, but it was enough to keep us both coming back.
We’ve always been drawn to each other in a sense though, if one was to truly stop and think about it. Now instead of taunts and throwing fists we use each other’s bodies for a blissful release. It really has been the most wonderful change of pace if I may say so myself, and I really must, Ginevra.
I have rambled enough and gotten away from the point of this letter. So let's get back to the real reason I felt the need to write to you in the first place. You were home for the weekend, something about a family lunch that happens once a month now. He was supposed to join you today but he told you he was needed at the quidditch training center for a maintenance emergency. Being the second string seeker means he’s more what the muggles call the towel boy and maintenance man. But that’s not where he was, my dear. He’s been in my flat since he left training Friday afternoon. Currently he is sated and passed out in my bed. One of my favorite views if I’m being honest and, again, I must.
Once again, you wouldn’t know this, but he has quite the wicked tongue. The way it curls around the head of my cock as he sucks me into his mouth, it is utterly divine. This afternoon he was particularly exquisite, he took my cock deep down his throat. The way he moaned as he tasted my precome on his lips, was enough to make me weak in my knees.
Maybe I should start at the beginning so you’re able to understand the whole experience.
We’d just taken a shower after having a wonderful breakfast in bed, where I made sure he was shaking with pleasure. He particularly enjoys rimming in the shower. If you don’t know what that is, I highly suggest looking into it. One of my specialties, truly. But maybe it’s because our Harry is so responsive. He claws at the tile trying to find a way to hold on as my tongue presses through his tight puckered hole. The litany of fucks and Dracos that fall from his lips. There’s not a sound that is sweeter! It’s like a song he sings just for me. I do apologize for stealing him away from you, I know it’s been a few weeks since you’ve seen him. But I promise you I made it worth his while. Ah, but I’ve digressed yet again, haven’t I?
So after our shower where I made him come from my tongue and finger buried deep in his arse, we moved back to my room where he sent off his patronus telling you he was unable to make it. The stag barely had time to leave my flat before I was on him. Our lips slotted together in a passionate kiss, he does know how to kiss doesn’t he? I love how today my collar bone is littered with purple bruises given by him as he bit and sucked at my skin, tasting every bit of me before settling on his knees in front of me. He used to be so shy, our Harry, apprehensive, unsure if he was actually pleasing me, but he does please me. He pleases me immensely. Today, he was even more enthusiastic than normal. Normally Harry would take his time, slowly taking me into his warm mouth. I swear to Merlin, I could die a happy man with his mouth around my cock. Today though, he swallowed me down in one go, trust me when I tell you, it took everything in me to not come down his throat instantly. With the head of my prick lodged inside him, he swallowed around me, which caused me to try and thrust deeper into him. He moaned around my length, sending vibrations throughout my entire body. Oh and when he hallowed his cheeks and began to suck, bobbing his head with abandon, I really did think I was going to die. Instead I curled my fingers in his soft messy hair, squeezing tighter each time he swallowed me down, by the time I came down his throat my knuckles were ghost white.
We collapsed together in my bed, a mess of tangled limbs and sweet kisses that still had the tangy taste of my come. Our kisses became more languid as we drifted off to sleep for a mid afternoon nap. But I must leave you here Ginevra, Harry is beginning to stir and I care about his needs and those needs include a dinner date in a secluded Muggle town. “Because Ginny doesn’t know. Don’t tell Ginny.”
Sincerely,
Malfoy, but please call me Draco