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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
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2
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2,200
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16
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***Okay, so I wrote more, in like less than 20 minutes, so if it\'s not too good, then oh well, you wanted more...it\'s rather hard for me to write in the first person...but I hope I caught Draco\'s personality enough...anyway, review please, cause I\'ll write more, you know I will, if you really want me to.
He’s a mouthy little, goodie two shoes, stupid dork-like prat, and I wanted him. Okay, not sch hch him as the body that carries around his thick head. So when I saw his picture in the Daily Prophet, claiming he was working at a muggle store, I had to go check it out. Which is how, on another cloudy rainy day, I found myself outside a dingy movie store.
Inside the windows I could see him bending over the movies and the gripping of lust spread through I t I thought for a moment someone had grabbed my balls and squeezed as hard as they could, but then realized I was pressing my thighs together in a rather odd manner.
It had been a long summer, to say the least. With father in hiding, and mother with him, the Malfoy Manor had been practically abandoned except the house elves, who were as entertaining as Hagrid. Probably less. Sure, they often beat themselves in front of me, and panicked when I pretended that I was going to hand them clothes, but it grew boring day after day.
Many times I would chase the snitch around, but hardly ever catching it. Not to say I’m a bad seeker. Slytherin’s have had worse. No, it seemed every time I was on a broom I thought of Harry on his broom. Which would lead to Harry playing Quiddich. Which would lead to Harry in the locerk room. Harry in the shower. Harry naked. Harry withering underneath me while I…
Holy hell, I have another hard on just thinking a it. it. Excuse me.
(moments later)
Anyway, I walked in, ready for a fight. Just a verbal one, knowing the Gryffindor would never do ANYTHING that would get him into trouble. (By the way, that’s a form of humor called sarcasm, in case you didn’t pick it up)
“Well, well, well, the Daily Prophet was correct for once. The savior of the Wizarding world is in fact working in a grubby little movie store.”
Needless to say, he was a bit surprised to see me. I had to have some kind of fire-itchy-groin area disease, because I thought my loins would burst into flames at any moment. Harry, on the other hand, looked as displeased as my mother did when I returned home from school every summer. Not to say she isn’t the most loving person again (watch, you’ll see the dry wit fly by you if you are alert), it’s just we never quite got along.
“You came all the way here to find that out Malfoy? Was it that boring of a summer?”
If you only knew. He went back to ignoring me. Only, I didn’t quite mine. The angle he was in was a rather…curious one…I waI was enjoying the show. Bend over. Stand back up. Bend over. Stand back up. Oh, what a lovely piece of arse he had. I guess I had been standing there for quite some time before he realized where my eyes were focusing.
Did he blush? Oh yes, he did. And he was stuttering now. The only intelligible thing I heard was “Malfoy.”
“What is it Potter? Diu hau have speech lessons from Hagrid over the summer?”
Nothing fires up those emerald eyes like a little hit to his friends. I wonder what he would do if he knew the Weasel and I had shagged a few times this past summer? I must admit, it was a desperate time for me. With all those hormones, and with me being horny every single day (or that’s what it seemed like) shagging the Weasel had been beneficial to both parties. I got arse. And he got to be a few steps higher on the evolution ladder, at least for a few weeks.
“Get out of here Malfoy.” He was seething. God those lips looked tasty. His whole body did for that matter. Was that a tan? I bet he sweated easily. Especially doing certain extra-curricular activities.
“Not until I get what I came here for.” What had I come here for? To tease him right? I did that. I could leave. But no, now my body had a mind of it’s own. And it was located in the little bulge in my pants. Did I say little? I meant humongous.
“And what, pray tell, is that?” He asked. He was leaning against the shelf so casually. His shirt riding up a little on his left side. I just wanted to take a bite out of h
Another Malfoy smirk. “You.”
***Soooooooooooo????????? Like it? Hate it? Want to see the shag? You know the deal. Review, and you shall get your reward....damn my hungry muse.
He’s a mouthy little, goodie two shoes, stupid dork-like prat, and I wanted him. Okay, not sch hch him as the body that carries around his thick head. So when I saw his picture in the Daily Prophet, claiming he was working at a muggle store, I had to go check it out. Which is how, on another cloudy rainy day, I found myself outside a dingy movie store.
Inside the windows I could see him bending over the movies and the gripping of lust spread through I t I thought for a moment someone had grabbed my balls and squeezed as hard as they could, but then realized I was pressing my thighs together in a rather odd manner.
It had been a long summer, to say the least. With father in hiding, and mother with him, the Malfoy Manor had been practically abandoned except the house elves, who were as entertaining as Hagrid. Probably less. Sure, they often beat themselves in front of me, and panicked when I pretended that I was going to hand them clothes, but it grew boring day after day.
Many times I would chase the snitch around, but hardly ever catching it. Not to say I’m a bad seeker. Slytherin’s have had worse. No, it seemed every time I was on a broom I thought of Harry on his broom. Which would lead to Harry playing Quiddich. Which would lead to Harry in the locerk room. Harry in the shower. Harry naked. Harry withering underneath me while I…
Holy hell, I have another hard on just thinking a it. it. Excuse me.
(moments later)
Anyway, I walked in, ready for a fight. Just a verbal one, knowing the Gryffindor would never do ANYTHING that would get him into trouble. (By the way, that’s a form of humor called sarcasm, in case you didn’t pick it up)
“Well, well, well, the Daily Prophet was correct for once. The savior of the Wizarding world is in fact working in a grubby little movie store.”
Needless to say, he was a bit surprised to see me. I had to have some kind of fire-itchy-groin area disease, because I thought my loins would burst into flames at any moment. Harry, on the other hand, looked as displeased as my mother did when I returned home from school every summer. Not to say she isn’t the most loving person again (watch, you’ll see the dry wit fly by you if you are alert), it’s just we never quite got along.
“You came all the way here to find that out Malfoy? Was it that boring of a summer?”
If you only knew. He went back to ignoring me. Only, I didn’t quite mine. The angle he was in was a rather…curious one…I waI was enjoying the show. Bend over. Stand back up. Bend over. Stand back up. Oh, what a lovely piece of arse he had. I guess I had been standing there for quite some time before he realized where my eyes were focusing.
Did he blush? Oh yes, he did. And he was stuttering now. The only intelligible thing I heard was “Malfoy.”
“What is it Potter? Diu hau have speech lessons from Hagrid over the summer?”
Nothing fires up those emerald eyes like a little hit to his friends. I wonder what he would do if he knew the Weasel and I had shagged a few times this past summer? I must admit, it was a desperate time for me. With all those hormones, and with me being horny every single day (or that’s what it seemed like) shagging the Weasel had been beneficial to both parties. I got arse. And he got to be a few steps higher on the evolution ladder, at least for a few weeks.
“Get out of here Malfoy.” He was seething. God those lips looked tasty. His whole body did for that matter. Was that a tan? I bet he sweated easily. Especially doing certain extra-curricular activities.
“Not until I get what I came here for.” What had I come here for? To tease him right? I did that. I could leave. But no, now my body had a mind of it’s own. And it was located in the little bulge in my pants. Did I say little? I meant humongous.
“And what, pray tell, is that?” He asked. He was leaning against the shelf so casually. His shirt riding up a little on his left side. I just wanted to take a bite out of h
Another Malfoy smirk. “You.”
***Soooooooooooo????????? Like it? Hate it? Want to see the shag? You know the deal. Review, and you shall get your reward....damn my hungry muse.