A Night to Remember
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
5,248
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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A Night to Remember
:::::::::::Title: A night to remember.
Author: Devilfancy
Summary: Draco gives Harry a night he'll NEVER forget.
Warnings: Lollipops can be dangerous.
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Wordcount: 868
Draco Malfoy stood alone in the bedroom he shared with his lover of the past six years, one Harry James Potter, critically eyeing himself in the full length mirror that occupied most of one corner of the room and making uncertain faces at his reflection.
Malfoy tilted his head as he gazed at the image in the mirror, taking in the high heels, the perfectly styled hair, the ruby red pouting lips and the shiny material that encased him from just under his armpits to just around his hips. It was a tight fit, and gave him the look of a clear tube top hovering over an equally see through micro mini all wrapped up in one very snug package.
He thought he looked pretty good but it was all just so weird and he wasn’t entirely sure that his lover would like it.
Harry could be such a stick in the mud at times.
Sighing Draco turned back to the magazine he had left lying open on the bed. Leave it to muggles to come up with some strange and perverted shit.
The article was “Awaken your inner slut bunny” by Ima Hoze, and it promised in big bold letters,“FOR A NIGHT HE'LL NEVER FORGET. 101 WAYS TO SPICE UP YOUR LOVE LIFE USING TRIED AND TESTED SLUT BUNNY METHODS!"
Draco bit his lip, well…. the woman on the front cover certainly looked like a skank of epic proportions so maybe they knew what they were talking about and Draco did want to make it a memorable evening for them both.
He frowned as he glanced down.
The instructions in the magazine had been for a regular mini skirt but unfortunately Draco had run out of the clingy foil before he was quite finished so he had to settle for a micro mini and improvise the rest . It had left him just barely covered to his pelvic bones but with a little ingenuity and imagination he had managed to get his cock covered and it looked pretty good if he did say so himself…......... at least he hoped so.
He sighed as he took one last long look in the mirror, he certainly hoped Ms. Hoze was right, things weren’t exactly boring in bed, but lately he had noticed that they had fallen into something of a routine and it terrified Draco to think that Harry might someday get bored with him and leave.
With that in mind Draco had chosen slut bunny method #69. (a guaranteed success the magazine promised)
Greet your man at the door wearing nothing but saran wrap.
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Harry Potter hurried up the walkway that lead to the tiny house he shared with his blond bombshell of a boyfriend with a smile on his face and a song in his heart, practically skipping because he was so happy to be home again and because he couldn’t wait to embrace his beloved Slytherin with open arms.
Humming to himself around one of the blood lollipops he had picked up on his way home, (they were Draco’s favorite and Harry loved to surprise him) he innocently put his key in the lock and pushed open the door.
Harry promptly swallowed his lollipop, stick and all.
It was really all pretty much a blur after that, his eyes bugging out, Draco screaming that he was turning blue and beating him frantically on the back, then grabbing him around the waist in an all too familiar position that somehow just wasn’t nearly as much fun when you were choking to death and jerking him back against his chest until Harry finally coughed the thing up.
As soon as he was sure Harry wasn’t going to die on him, Draco had turned beet red and stormed out of the room grumbling something about ungrateful bastards and exactly where he could shove that lollipop.
He was still panting heavily as he woefully watched Draco’s saran wrapped ass wiggle out of the room.
Of course he could never let the proud Slytherin know that it wasn’t the saran wrap mini skirt that almost caused him to swallow his tongue along with his lollipop.
It wasn’t the lipstick.
It wasn’t the high heels.
It wasn’t even the fact that he wasn’t expecting any of it when he opened the door.
Harry sighed, he’d have to think of something to tell the huffy blond and it most certainly could not be the truth.
Draco screamed from the other room, “That’s the last time I try to make it a memorable evening for you Potter!”
Oh, he was definitely going to have to do some major sucking up later but all things considered (lollipop aside) he really felt that he had taken it all rather well.
Draco had to have run out of wrap, he thought as his lips started to twitch.
Harry struggled not to laugh, reminding himself over and over again that Draco was absolutely clueless about anything muggle, but it was a losing battle.
He chuckled, then he snorted, then finally he just gave up and burst out laughing.
Draco would never know just how well he had succeeded in making it a memorable evening for Harry.
After all, it isn’t every day that your boyfriend greets you at the door with his prick stuffed in a sandwich baggie.
Authors note: URMMMM..... Draco assures me that it was one of the gallon size freezer bags. :)
He just REALLY thought you all should know that.
( No! I will NOT put that in the story! )
*flee's from nagging blond*
Author: Devilfancy
Summary: Draco gives Harry a night he'll NEVER forget.
Warnings: Lollipops can be dangerous.
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Wordcount: 868
Draco Malfoy stood alone in the bedroom he shared with his lover of the past six years, one Harry James Potter, critically eyeing himself in the full length mirror that occupied most of one corner of the room and making uncertain faces at his reflection.
Malfoy tilted his head as he gazed at the image in the mirror, taking in the high heels, the perfectly styled hair, the ruby red pouting lips and the shiny material that encased him from just under his armpits to just around his hips. It was a tight fit, and gave him the look of a clear tube top hovering over an equally see through micro mini all wrapped up in one very snug package.
He thought he looked pretty good but it was all just so weird and he wasn’t entirely sure that his lover would like it.
Harry could be such a stick in the mud at times.
Sighing Draco turned back to the magazine he had left lying open on the bed. Leave it to muggles to come up with some strange and perverted shit.
The article was “Awaken your inner slut bunny” by Ima Hoze, and it promised in big bold letters,“FOR A NIGHT HE'LL NEVER FORGET. 101 WAYS TO SPICE UP YOUR LOVE LIFE USING TRIED AND TESTED SLUT BUNNY METHODS!"
Draco bit his lip, well…. the woman on the front cover certainly looked like a skank of epic proportions so maybe they knew what they were talking about and Draco did want to make it a memorable evening for them both.
He frowned as he glanced down.
The instructions in the magazine had been for a regular mini skirt but unfortunately Draco had run out of the clingy foil before he was quite finished so he had to settle for a micro mini and improvise the rest . It had left him just barely covered to his pelvic bones but with a little ingenuity and imagination he had managed to get his cock covered and it looked pretty good if he did say so himself…......... at least he hoped so.
He sighed as he took one last long look in the mirror, he certainly hoped Ms. Hoze was right, things weren’t exactly boring in bed, but lately he had noticed that they had fallen into something of a routine and it terrified Draco to think that Harry might someday get bored with him and leave.
With that in mind Draco had chosen slut bunny method #69. (a guaranteed success the magazine promised)
Greet your man at the door wearing nothing but saran wrap.
::::::::::::::::::::
Harry Potter hurried up the walkway that lead to the tiny house he shared with his blond bombshell of a boyfriend with a smile on his face and a song in his heart, practically skipping because he was so happy to be home again and because he couldn’t wait to embrace his beloved Slytherin with open arms.
Humming to himself around one of the blood lollipops he had picked up on his way home, (they were Draco’s favorite and Harry loved to surprise him) he innocently put his key in the lock and pushed open the door.
Harry promptly swallowed his lollipop, stick and all.
It was really all pretty much a blur after that, his eyes bugging out, Draco screaming that he was turning blue and beating him frantically on the back, then grabbing him around the waist in an all too familiar position that somehow just wasn’t nearly as much fun when you were choking to death and jerking him back against his chest until Harry finally coughed the thing up.
As soon as he was sure Harry wasn’t going to die on him, Draco had turned beet red and stormed out of the room grumbling something about ungrateful bastards and exactly where he could shove that lollipop.
He was still panting heavily as he woefully watched Draco’s saran wrapped ass wiggle out of the room.
Of course he could never let the proud Slytherin know that it wasn’t the saran wrap mini skirt that almost caused him to swallow his tongue along with his lollipop.
It wasn’t the lipstick.
It wasn’t the high heels.
It wasn’t even the fact that he wasn’t expecting any of it when he opened the door.
Harry sighed, he’d have to think of something to tell the huffy blond and it most certainly could not be the truth.
Draco screamed from the other room, “That’s the last time I try to make it a memorable evening for you Potter!”
Oh, he was definitely going to have to do some major sucking up later but all things considered (lollipop aside) he really felt that he had taken it all rather well.
Draco had to have run out of wrap, he thought as his lips started to twitch.
Harry struggled not to laugh, reminding himself over and over again that Draco was absolutely clueless about anything muggle, but it was a losing battle.
He chuckled, then he snorted, then finally he just gave up and burst out laughing.
Draco would never know just how well he had succeeded in making it a memorable evening for Harry.
After all, it isn’t every day that your boyfriend greets you at the door with his prick stuffed in a sandwich baggie.
Authors note: URMMMM..... Draco assures me that it was one of the gallon size freezer bags. :)
He just REALLY thought you all should know that.
( No! I will NOT put that in the story! )
*flee's from nagging blond*