The Breaking Point
Sweat dripped down his forehead. The fighting never seemed to end. The time war had been raging for too many eternities for The doctor to count. But he would win. Sure he was up against the most powerful wizard Hogwarts had ever produced, but surely The doctor-an all powerful ravishingly handsome time lord- could take him down.
“So Harry I see we’ve tied again,” the sweaty hot, The doctor growled as he and Harry tumbled back onto “British” soil.
“You call this a tie?” Harry was heaving, the battle had long since worn both men down to a shell of their former selves.
“No I call this a shirt, my tie seems to have fallen off”
“my GOD you annoy the sh-“
The doctor kissed the over 18 Harry on the lips, cutting him off mid sentence. Their lips intertwined intertwindedly. Their warm breath formed condensation on Harry’s round spectacles.
“Woah. That was-“
The doctor cut him off again, pulling him into a kiss and spinning him around.
“LET ME-“
The doctor cut him off a third time, pulling him into a suave kiss.
“SEE, THIS IS WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT WHEN I SAID YOU WERE ANNOYING!!” Harry cried breathlessly.
“Oi alright luv, was just try’na get a rise outta yuh.” The doctor rolled his eyes up towards his receding hairline. His forehead glowed dimly underneath the lighting of the TARDIS.
“Well you shouldn’t do it again, it isn’t nearly as endearing as you think it is!!” huffed Harry.
“Well at least my forehead is clean and shiny, yours has got a big scar down the middle of it”.
Harry smirked. “Well, you’ve got me there. I know how much pride you take in your forehead… now where were we…”
“Hm! I think we mighta been fighting! Time war n all that?”
“Oh shoot, yeah, totes forgot about that. We should really hold of on the makeout seshes for after i crush you into and transfigure you into stupid stupid dirt.”
“Well, just so y’know, I’m going to kidnap your girlfriend and execute her for her crimes against humanity.”
“ITS NOT HER FAULT SHES A G*NGER!!! With this war and my online poker addiction, there’s no money in out bank account for her to buy dye.”
“I say a ginger s’ a ginger, no matter the dye.”
“Well I suppose that’s why we’re fighting isn’t it”
“Suppose so innit, this war will decide the fate of all the gingers who ever have and who ever will live”
“I hope you reincarnate into a ginger when I kill you,”
“You do have a thing for them don’t you,”
“That’s not what I meant and y-you…”
“And I?” The doctor winked, “do continue…”
“You-you wouldn’t have to… “ Harry flushed bright red,
“you wouldn’t have to be a ginger for me to like you…”