#also feat. Draco's cooking prowess

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“I’m not that tired,” Potter says at last. “I’ve still got all this energy from being pent up in here all day.”  “Fancy another jog to the top of the lighthouse?” Draco asks wryly.  “Not so much.” Potter looks back at the fire. “What do you usually do at night?”  “I don’t know,” Draco says, feeling irritated. “I can only listen to the Wireless out near the perimeter, and only when the weather’s fair. I usually try to read one of those fucking encyclopaedias, and then I tend to the stupid fire so that I don’t freeze to death, and then if I really feel like a treat I have a wank.”  Potter’s green eyes widen. Draco wants to laugh at him for being so easily shocked, but he’s currently busy dying of embarrassment. Merlin, the things he’ll say to get a rise out of Potter.   “Well,” Potter says. “We should probably start with the fire. Freezing to death isn’t high on my agenda, either.”  “Right,” Draco says, swallowing.   “And if you really need to have a wank, I guess I can go stand in the rain–”  “Shut up, Potter.” 

from The Isle of Ogygia by @citrusses