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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
39
Views:
22,596
Reviews:
109
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Layla
Shiver
“Boy!” Harry glanced up. His uncle was standing in the doorway, starring at Harry. “That friend of yours is here. Clean yourself up, then go downstairs. You’ll be staying with her for a few days.” With that, his uncle turned and left him alone once more. Harry smiled.
‘Thank God I have a friend here.’ Harry got off his bed and stood, stretching his arms over his head, smiling as he heard his back pop. He made his way to the bathroom, quickly showered and walked back into his room, a towel handing from his hips.
Harry hummed to himself as he pulled some of the clothes that Layla had given him out of his trunk. He put on the pair of jeans her mother made her get rid of because they were too revealing, which meant, too tight. Harry was actually surprised he could fit into Layla’s clothes, but figured it was because he was so skinny.
Having decided to wear a loose black t-shirt (also from Layla,) he made his way downstairs.
“Ello, my lovely!” Harry quickly found himself with two arms full of a bouncing Layla. He hugged her back and gave her a kiss on the cheek, instinctively winding his arms around her waist and holding her close.
“Hello, Layla.”
“I’ve already talked to my parents and to your aunt and uncle. For the next five days you shall be sleeping at my house, in my room and on my floor, according to mum. But, my dad says that as long as mum’s already sleeping, you can sleep in my bed.” Layla grinned at Harry brightly. Harry narrowed his eyes.
“Ok, missy. How much caffeine have you consumed today?” Layla smiled.
“Oh, you know… the usual.” Harry rolled his eyes.
“Aren’t you leaving, boy?” Vernon was standing at the door, holding it open.
“Oh, yeah, right. See you in five days Uncle Vernon.” Harry tightened his grip on Layla’s waist as they walked pass his uncle. He let her go as they reached her car, so she could drive.
“Do you realize the pain and suffering I’ve been through these past few weeks, because you just had to go to France with your family?” Layla laughed at Harry.
“Aw, my poor baby. Have you been thinking about your professor while I was gone?”
“Yes, I bloody well have! I thought you promised me that you would keep my occupied this summer to I wouldn’t go crazy thinking about him and die.” Harry pouted.
“Harry, I know you’re gay and all, but seriously. If you don’t stop pouting like that, I will lock us in my room and have my wickedly wicked way with you.” Harry snickered.
“You mean if I pout like this?” Layla pressed on the gas, speeding up.
“Boy!” Harry glanced up. His uncle was standing in the doorway, starring at Harry. “That friend of yours is here. Clean yourself up, then go downstairs. You’ll be staying with her for a few days.” With that, his uncle turned and left him alone once more. Harry smiled.
‘Thank God I have a friend here.’ Harry got off his bed and stood, stretching his arms over his head, smiling as he heard his back pop. He made his way to the bathroom, quickly showered and walked back into his room, a towel handing from his hips.
Harry hummed to himself as he pulled some of the clothes that Layla had given him out of his trunk. He put on the pair of jeans her mother made her get rid of because they were too revealing, which meant, too tight. Harry was actually surprised he could fit into Layla’s clothes, but figured it was because he was so skinny.
Having decided to wear a loose black t-shirt (also from Layla,) he made his way downstairs.
“Ello, my lovely!” Harry quickly found himself with two arms full of a bouncing Layla. He hugged her back and gave her a kiss on the cheek, instinctively winding his arms around her waist and holding her close.
“Hello, Layla.”
“I’ve already talked to my parents and to your aunt and uncle. For the next five days you shall be sleeping at my house, in my room and on my floor, according to mum. But, my dad says that as long as mum’s already sleeping, you can sleep in my bed.” Layla grinned at Harry brightly. Harry narrowed his eyes.
“Ok, missy. How much caffeine have you consumed today?” Layla smiled.
“Oh, you know… the usual.” Harry rolled his eyes.
“Aren’t you leaving, boy?” Vernon was standing at the door, holding it open.
“Oh, yeah, right. See you in five days Uncle Vernon.” Harry tightened his grip on Layla’s waist as they walked pass his uncle. He let her go as they reached her car, so she could drive.
“Do you realize the pain and suffering I’ve been through these past few weeks, because you just had to go to France with your family?” Layla laughed at Harry.
“Aw, my poor baby. Have you been thinking about your professor while I was gone?”
“Yes, I bloody well have! I thought you promised me that you would keep my occupied this summer to I wouldn’t go crazy thinking about him and die.” Harry pouted.
“Harry, I know you’re gay and all, but seriously. If you don’t stop pouting like that, I will lock us in my room and have my wickedly wicked way with you.” Harry snickered.
“You mean if I pout like this?” Layla pressed on the gas, speeding up.