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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
28
Views:
27,224
Reviews:
53
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0
Currently Reading:
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This Could Be IT!!
Been missing me? Okay, sorry again for the long intervals. I do actually have a life! Anyway, I'm back for as long as I can be.
Chapter Ten: This could be It!
“I was looking at those films, Malfoy.” Harry said as the blond glared at him. “I have this idea.” he added.
“You have an idea about what?” Draco asked.
“Hear me out, okay?” Harry asked as the other wizard looked dubious. “I am trying to help, but this may sound a little weird at first. Promise you’ll listen to my whole explanation.”
“Fine, you have my undivided attention,” Draco said with an exaggerated flourish of his arms.
“Come on. The corridor is nowhere to discuss this.” Harry said grabbing the lapel of Draco’s robe and dragging the Slytherin through the halls.
When they reached the dungeons, Harry pulled up to the door of the prefect’s lounge and turned to Draco. “Is it still the same?” he asked.
“Professor Snape is a ruddy Prat with a tiny little willie!” Draco announced and the door flew open. “Pansy was angry that she couldn’t get in.” he explained. “I told her that Snape changed it to piss her off.”
“Fine, but she isn’t coming here now, is she?” Harry asked as the door closed behind them.
“Not likely. She has a detention with McGonagall. So, what is this great idea, Potter?” Draco asked, dropping onto the couch and propping his feet up on a table.
Harry paced once, then stopped and looked down at the blond. “Okay, here it is. I was looking at the films and I noticed something. The organ in guys who are about midway in the cycle have elongated. They stretch up to just below the end of the esophagus. Where it meets the stomach. I showed it to Hermione and she agreed that it was happening. The ones that are near to the end or have just finished with the . . Flow . . Are tightly rolled up, way down under the kidneys.” Harry finished and he looked down at the frowning blond.
Before Draco could speak, he continued. “You said you needed to figure out how to get the sperm into the uterus. What if that is it?”
Draco’s eyes widened in understanding and his feet dropped to the floor as his body flexed upright in the seat. “You mean . .you think that the eggs could be fertilized by. .?” and his finger pointed to his mouth as the words tapered off.
“Orally.” Harry finished for him. “If the apex of the ovaries reaches the base of the esophagus, then with the right amount of …arousal,” Harry blushed brightly as the words spilled from his lips. “The sperm could pass and then the egg could attach to the prepared walls of the uterus. Mind you, it would only be able to happen just before ovulation.”
“How did you arrive at this hypothesis, Harry? And where did you develop the vocabulary?” Draco asked hiding his own magnificently flushed cheeks behind his fall of hair.
Harry would not have seen it anyway, as he was looking anywhere besides at Draco for the moment.
“ . . .doing some research. . .words seemed to fit . . .had to find out . .” Harry mumbled, loosing a few words to the walls.
“Oh? Okay.” Draco said stunned by the way the Boy Wonder was avoiding his eye.
“So, . . . Any idea who you will get to be the . . .eh, Father?” Harry flushed full crimson at the fact he had actually managed the question.
“I . . eh . .” Draco stuttered as he realized what Potter was implying ‘Shit!’ he thought as he made the most un-Malfoy like noises in front of the Gryffindor.
Harry was staring openly at him, so he drew a lung full of air in through his nose and stiffened. “I have prospects, Potter. That is a very personal topic, don’t you think?”
Harry’s features went from deer-in-the-headlights to a greenish shade of annoyed and he turned toward the entrance of the lounge. “One of your house, I’m sure.” he said before looking back. “Have to be a pure blood, of course.”
Stunned silent by the look on the golden boy’s face, Draco’s mouth worked on responses that never reached his lips.
Harry looked so . . .so . . .Wow!
In his agitated state, an aura of magic was laying over Potter’s features, dulling imperfections and softening hard angles. His skin glowed healthy and his eyes were riveting.
Before Draco’s mind could process this new information, Harry leaned closer and spoke nearly into the blond’s ear.
“Some of the most Powerful wizards of our time have been half-bloods, Prat.” and then the dark haired boy was gone, storming out of Draco’s vision like a raven on wings.
“Holy fucking shit!” he said as he regained his senses. His mind was still floating back from Potter’s Heaven when his body informed him that his tailored slacks were not intended to fit over wood so intense it hurt. “Oh, my fucking God!” he added for good measure before angling toward the prefect’s bathroom.
No porn, no lemon, not even a whimper. But, we do have prospects . . .
Chapter Ten: This could be It!
“I was looking at those films, Malfoy.” Harry said as the blond glared at him. “I have this idea.” he added.
“You have an idea about what?” Draco asked.
“Hear me out, okay?” Harry asked as the other wizard looked dubious. “I am trying to help, but this may sound a little weird at first. Promise you’ll listen to my whole explanation.”
“Fine, you have my undivided attention,” Draco said with an exaggerated flourish of his arms.
“Come on. The corridor is nowhere to discuss this.” Harry said grabbing the lapel of Draco’s robe and dragging the Slytherin through the halls.
When they reached the dungeons, Harry pulled up to the door of the prefect’s lounge and turned to Draco. “Is it still the same?” he asked.
“Professor Snape is a ruddy Prat with a tiny little willie!” Draco announced and the door flew open. “Pansy was angry that she couldn’t get in.” he explained. “I told her that Snape changed it to piss her off.”
“Fine, but she isn’t coming here now, is she?” Harry asked as the door closed behind them.
“Not likely. She has a detention with McGonagall. So, what is this great idea, Potter?” Draco asked, dropping onto the couch and propping his feet up on a table.
Harry paced once, then stopped and looked down at the blond. “Okay, here it is. I was looking at the films and I noticed something. The organ in guys who are about midway in the cycle have elongated. They stretch up to just below the end of the esophagus. Where it meets the stomach. I showed it to Hermione and she agreed that it was happening. The ones that are near to the end or have just finished with the . . Flow . . Are tightly rolled up, way down under the kidneys.” Harry finished and he looked down at the frowning blond.
Before Draco could speak, he continued. “You said you needed to figure out how to get the sperm into the uterus. What if that is it?”
Draco’s eyes widened in understanding and his feet dropped to the floor as his body flexed upright in the seat. “You mean . .you think that the eggs could be fertilized by. .?” and his finger pointed to his mouth as the words tapered off.
“Orally.” Harry finished for him. “If the apex of the ovaries reaches the base of the esophagus, then with the right amount of …arousal,” Harry blushed brightly as the words spilled from his lips. “The sperm could pass and then the egg could attach to the prepared walls of the uterus. Mind you, it would only be able to happen just before ovulation.”
“How did you arrive at this hypothesis, Harry? And where did you develop the vocabulary?” Draco asked hiding his own magnificently flushed cheeks behind his fall of hair.
Harry would not have seen it anyway, as he was looking anywhere besides at Draco for the moment.
“ . . .doing some research. . .words seemed to fit . . .had to find out . .” Harry mumbled, loosing a few words to the walls.
“Oh? Okay.” Draco said stunned by the way the Boy Wonder was avoiding his eye.
“So, . . . Any idea who you will get to be the . . .eh, Father?” Harry flushed full crimson at the fact he had actually managed the question.
“I . . eh . .” Draco stuttered as he realized what Potter was implying ‘Shit!’ he thought as he made the most un-Malfoy like noises in front of the Gryffindor.
Harry was staring openly at him, so he drew a lung full of air in through his nose and stiffened. “I have prospects, Potter. That is a very personal topic, don’t you think?”
Harry’s features went from deer-in-the-headlights to a greenish shade of annoyed and he turned toward the entrance of the lounge. “One of your house, I’m sure.” he said before looking back. “Have to be a pure blood, of course.”
Stunned silent by the look on the golden boy’s face, Draco’s mouth worked on responses that never reached his lips.
Harry looked so . . .so . . .Wow!
In his agitated state, an aura of magic was laying over Potter’s features, dulling imperfections and softening hard angles. His skin glowed healthy and his eyes were riveting.
Before Draco’s mind could process this new information, Harry leaned closer and spoke nearly into the blond’s ear.
“Some of the most Powerful wizards of our time have been half-bloods, Prat.” and then the dark haired boy was gone, storming out of Draco’s vision like a raven on wings.
“Holy fucking shit!” he said as he regained his senses. His mind was still floating back from Potter’s Heaven when his body informed him that his tailored slacks were not intended to fit over wood so intense it hurt. “Oh, my fucking God!” he added for good measure before angling toward the prefect’s bathroom.
No porn, no lemon, not even a whimper. But, we do have prospects . . .