“Could you repeat that?” Malfoy drawls, and Harry rolls his eyes irritably, jaw clenched.
“I asked,” Harry practically shouts, “if you want to dance.” The music swells as the beat drops and the whole club seems to practically vibrate around them.
Malfoy takes his damn sweet time considering. Then he pushes off the bar and, extremely slowly, unzips his quilted Burberry jackets and shrugs it off, leaving it draped across Pansy’s lap as he lets Harry take his hand and draw him into the heaving mass of sweaty, undulating bodies, the strobe lights making them both slightly dizzy as they finally come to a halt and wrap themselves around each other.
They don’t dance so much as basically just grind up against one another. Just as well, Harry thinks, eyes going dark as he watches Draco throw his head back, mouth slightly open, throat bobbing under a single bead of sweat that rolls down its pale length.
Harry licks it off, slow and deliberate.
Malfoy gasps softly but doesn’t stop moving, hips swaying between the hard brackets of Harry’s hands, arms going up in the air before he brings them down around Harry’s neck. He gasps again as Harry cups his arse and squeezes, their cocks already hard and getting progressively harder with each second spent rubbing against the other.
Gnawing a line of bruises along his jaw, Harry murmurs, “I’m sorry.”
Draco is shaking in his arms now, breath coming out in staccato puffs against Harry’s cheek, fists roughly pulling at his hair. “I hate you.”
“No you don’t. And I’m sorry.” When he doesn’t reply this time, Harry pulls him even closer, arms crushing Malfoy to himself as he nuzzles his cheek. “I’m sorry, baby… I didn’t mean it, any of it.”
“So I’m not just a spoilt, Pureblood ponce who prides himself on his father’s money?”
“No, fuck no, you know I don’t really think that way about you anymore.”
“Then why say it?”
“I was angry. We both were.”
“And yet I never said you’re just an arrogant, ill-bred twat who can’t dance for shit. Oh look, I just did.”
“It’s a universally known fact that I cannot dance.”
“You’re meant to be grovelling right now.”
“Come to mine and I’ll show you a good…grovelling.”
“Yours is mine too, you daft pig, we live together.”
Harry grins, lifting his mouth from Draco’s damp neck and bringing it up to the red, slightly parted mouth. “Thank fuck for that. Snooty little shit like you, I’d never have been able to pull you for the night otherwise.”
“As long as we’re clear about that,” Draco says smugly.
The lights sweep over them again, green and blue and pink; the music thumps a lewd, invigorating beat - lips touch, tongues meet, and all is forgiven.
Hello! Thank you all so much for your patience over the past few months. There were some technical difficulties halting progress for some time, but now, here is the big update you have all been waiting for…..the official preorder date has finally been finalized!
On Friday, September 29th at 9:09am EST, preorders for the Daft Zine will be live on Tumblr and Twitter. Preorders will stay open for approximately one month, ending on October 29th at 11:59pm EST.
A more extensive masterpost will be published on Friday. Please mark your calendars and spread the word! The Daft Zine is almost here!! 🤖🤖✨
“What?” you may ask. “There’s a fandom besides Doctor Who, Supernatural, and Sherlock on Tumblr?” Yeah. Pay attention, the Avengers are pretty big here too, along with the rest of the MCU.
But I’m not here to talk about that. I’m here to talk about TRON.
“Do you mean that hokey 80s Sci-Fi flick I’ve never watched because it just looks lame, or that two hour Daft Punk music video?”
Don’t you start with me. And stop interrupting.
We are the Tron fandom. We appreciate these movies. Know why? Because we actually sat and enjoyed the story.
Sure, we’re pretty small. Neither film did as well as Disney wanted in the box office. But you know what?
Yknow that game that came out, Disney Infinity? Yeah, the one with the figures. When it first came out we wanted TRON characters in it. So we asked. We pushed. And you know what?
We got em in the next version.
But they were DIGITAL ONLY????
We weren’t about to sit still for that. So you know what we did? We nagged again and we got our physical figures. Some of us don’t even play Disney Infinity and we bought the figures, both digitally and physically. Some of us have a little army of Quorra’s on our shelves.
We may be small. We may not have a lot of content out there. But we are PASSIONATE. We snap up whatever we get. Heck, we waited nearly thirty years for a sequel movie to the first movie, and got a FPS video game in between. And we ate it up. We are the ones who buy the comics, who watched every episode of Uprising, even when it was on at MIDNIGHT. Not to mention we own every episode of TRON: Uprising on iTunes, Amazon Digital, etc.
We’re the ones who sent Disney hundreds, possibly thousands, possibly hundreds of thousands of glow sticks when we heard that our third movie was shelved, and boy do we refuse to say it’s cancelled.
We’re the ones who are going NUTS over every piece of beautiful concept art that was “leaked” from “TRON: Escape.”
We’re the ones who flipped out when we found out that ‘TRON: Escape’ actually was happening, only by a different name (TRON: RUN/r), and are buying it up on Steam EVEN THOUGH THE GAME ISN’T DONE YET.
We’re the ones who read, watch, play, and buy anything with TRON on it.
We’re the ones who have created intricate backstories and fan fictions and fan characters, some characters that are written so well they feel like they are canon.
We’re the ones who refuse to believe that the Tron franchise is dead.