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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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40
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14,602
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Chapter 16: Polyjuice Problem
In Chapter 12 again, CoS, as Harry prepares to take the polyjuice potion.
“Good thinking,” said Ron, unlocking the door. “We’ll take separate cubicles.”
Careful not to spill a drop of his Polyjuice potion, Harry slipped into the middle cubicle. He was extremely tense today, and worried about what his body – or, rather, Goyle’s body – would do when he came so close to Draco Malfoy.
In order to circumvent the problem, Harry had gone to the library, and looked in the medical books. Though the spell he had learned was meant to keep limbs soft (when they had seized up or been broken), he was fairly confident that his spell would keep him flaccid until after the potion wore off. He pulled down his pants, aimed his wand at his cock, and took a deep breath.
“Moli!” Harry whispered; he didn’t feel anything happen, but a hope and a prayer would still go further than no hope at all. Resolute, Harry pulled his pants up once more, pocketed his wand, and prepared for the horrible drink.
“Ready?” he called.
“Ready,” came Ron and Hermione’s voices.
...moving forwards...
A voice suddenly echoed behind Harry and Ron. Draco Malfoy was strolling towards them, and for the first time in his life for an asexual purpose, Harry was pleased to see him.
“There you are,” he drawled, looking at them. “Have you two been pigging out again? I’ve been looking for you, I want to show you something really funny.”
“What? Malfoy shares with his friends?” Harry thought to himself. The thought caused blood to surge south, and his proximity didn’t help; however, the spell did, and he remained soft.
Malfoy glanced witheringly at Percy.
...moving forwards...
“Well go up to the hospital wing and give all those Mudbloods a kick from me,” said Malfoy, snickering. “You know, I’m surprised the Daily Prophet hasn’t reported all these attacks yet,” he went on thoughtfully. “I suppose Dumbledore’s trying to hush it all up. He’ll be sacked if it doesn’t stop soon. Father’s always said Dumbledore’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to this place. He loves Muggle-borns.”
INSIDE HARRY’S HEAD:
ID: Screw Malfoy! Just fuck him and be done with him; don’t give a damn about what he thinks – just use this opportunity for a good screw.
SUPEREGO: Have you noticed at all that Draco is only repeating lines from his father?
ID: So? He’s still saying them – fuck him.
SUPEREGO: And that the article was from his father?
ID: It was. So what?
SUPEREGO: Draco isn’t really like this, you know. In fact, he’s probably loving and caring too...
ID: BULLSHIT! Do you have any proof at all?
SUPEREGO: Harry likes him – how could Harry be so attracted to him if Draco was so bad?
EGO: I DO NOT LIKE HIM!
SUPEREGO: Yes, you do. You wanted to kiss him before.
ID: So, if you thought a mass-murderer was cute, would you think he was good?
SUPEREGO: That’s not what I mean!
Harry had no idea how he had gotten so distracted, and he was rather disturbed by his thoughts.
“A decent headmaster would never’ve let slime like that Creevey in.”
Harry jolted back to reality, feeling a tinge of anger swell in his stomach.
Malfoy started taking pictures with an imaginary camera and did a cruel but accurate impression of Colin: “Potter, can I have your picture, Potter? Can I have your autograph? Can I lick your shoes please, Potter? Can I suck you off, please, Potter, please?”
“Wha’?” Harry sat up straighter, “what do y’mean by suck off?”
“Could you be any more dumb?” Malfoy stared directly into his eyes, “You know, blow job, fellatio...?”
In all honesty, Harry was still confused.
“Put his lips ‘round Potter’s cock and make him cum,” Malfoy made a mocking gesture with his tongue in his mouth.
The spell broke, and Harry swelled to Goyle’s length – he didn’t want to think about what Goyle looked like down there, so he hunched over and tried to hide the tent in his pants. Ron was embarrassed, and blushed slightly.
[Malfoy] dropped his hands and looked at Harry and Ron.
“What’s the matter with you two?”
...moving forward after the chapter finishes...
Harry and Ron went off to bed alone after dropping Hermione off at the Hospital Wing. They were very tired, and so they neglected wanking and simply went to bed.
No smut, just story...will deliver shortly!
“Good thinking,” said Ron, unlocking the door. “We’ll take separate cubicles.”
Careful not to spill a drop of his Polyjuice potion, Harry slipped into the middle cubicle. He was extremely tense today, and worried about what his body – or, rather, Goyle’s body – would do when he came so close to Draco Malfoy.
In order to circumvent the problem, Harry had gone to the library, and looked in the medical books. Though the spell he had learned was meant to keep limbs soft (when they had seized up or been broken), he was fairly confident that his spell would keep him flaccid until after the potion wore off. He pulled down his pants, aimed his wand at his cock, and took a deep breath.
“Moli!” Harry whispered; he didn’t feel anything happen, but a hope and a prayer would still go further than no hope at all. Resolute, Harry pulled his pants up once more, pocketed his wand, and prepared for the horrible drink.
“Ready?” he called.
“Ready,” came Ron and Hermione’s voices.
...moving forwards...
A voice suddenly echoed behind Harry and Ron. Draco Malfoy was strolling towards them, and for the first time in his life for an asexual purpose, Harry was pleased to see him.
“There you are,” he drawled, looking at them. “Have you two been pigging out again? I’ve been looking for you, I want to show you something really funny.”
“What? Malfoy shares with his friends?” Harry thought to himself. The thought caused blood to surge south, and his proximity didn’t help; however, the spell did, and he remained soft.
Malfoy glanced witheringly at Percy.
...moving forwards...
“Well go up to the hospital wing and give all those Mudbloods a kick from me,” said Malfoy, snickering. “You know, I’m surprised the Daily Prophet hasn’t reported all these attacks yet,” he went on thoughtfully. “I suppose Dumbledore’s trying to hush it all up. He’ll be sacked if it doesn’t stop soon. Father’s always said Dumbledore’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to this place. He loves Muggle-borns.”
INSIDE HARRY’S HEAD:
ID: Screw Malfoy! Just fuck him and be done with him; don’t give a damn about what he thinks – just use this opportunity for a good screw.
SUPEREGO: Have you noticed at all that Draco is only repeating lines from his father?
ID: So? He’s still saying them – fuck him.
SUPEREGO: And that the article was from his father?
ID: It was. So what?
SUPEREGO: Draco isn’t really like this, you know. In fact, he’s probably loving and caring too...
ID: BULLSHIT! Do you have any proof at all?
SUPEREGO: Harry likes him – how could Harry be so attracted to him if Draco was so bad?
EGO: I DO NOT LIKE HIM!
SUPEREGO: Yes, you do. You wanted to kiss him before.
ID: So, if you thought a mass-murderer was cute, would you think he was good?
SUPEREGO: That’s not what I mean!
Harry had no idea how he had gotten so distracted, and he was rather disturbed by his thoughts.
“A decent headmaster would never’ve let slime like that Creevey in.”
Harry jolted back to reality, feeling a tinge of anger swell in his stomach.
Malfoy started taking pictures with an imaginary camera and did a cruel but accurate impression of Colin: “Potter, can I have your picture, Potter? Can I have your autograph? Can I lick your shoes please, Potter? Can I suck you off, please, Potter, please?”
“Wha’?” Harry sat up straighter, “what do y’mean by suck off?”
“Could you be any more dumb?” Malfoy stared directly into his eyes, “You know, blow job, fellatio...?”
In all honesty, Harry was still confused.
“Put his lips ‘round Potter’s cock and make him cum,” Malfoy made a mocking gesture with his tongue in his mouth.
The spell broke, and Harry swelled to Goyle’s length – he didn’t want to think about what Goyle looked like down there, so he hunched over and tried to hide the tent in his pants. Ron was embarrassed, and blushed slightly.
[Malfoy] dropped his hands and looked at Harry and Ron.
“What’s the matter with you two?”
...moving forward after the chapter finishes...
Harry and Ron went off to bed alone after dropping Hermione off at the Hospital Wing. They were very tired, and so they neglected wanking and simply went to bed.
No smut, just story...will deliver shortly!