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The Consequences of Solutions
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
20,257
Reviews:
113
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Chapter Three
Draco Malfoy woke up at exactly 6:30 a.m. every morning. And this, like every other morning, was no exception. Nor was the large tent in his pants from last nights dream.
Never would he admit that these days he only wanked off to his minds-eye vision of HIS Harry, and should someone somehow find that choice bit of information out, he never would he admit that his obsession with the Boy-Who-Lived was anything other then physical.
And that in itself was nothing to be ashamed of. Madam Pomfrey herself had said that it was perfectly normal for teenagers to experiment. At least that’s what Draco reminded himself every day. He had to. As the Prince of Slytherin, he couldn’t allow himself any tendencies that might endanger his name or position. So what he was feeling and doing WAS normal, and therefore he was safe.
With that in mind, he made his way to his bathroom for a shower. His father’s riches and his status as a Prefect had earned him his own private room and bathroom, where he could wank in peace. For that much he was very thankful.
Tossing his silk night pants on the ground in the bathroom and freeing his straining cock, Draco walked into the shower - which was spelled to start automatically and stay at the perfect temperature - and proceeded to think of who he lusted after most – Harry Potter.
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Note: I know it's short, but good things come with time.
Never would he admit that these days he only wanked off to his minds-eye vision of HIS Harry, and should someone somehow find that choice bit of information out, he never would he admit that his obsession with the Boy-Who-Lived was anything other then physical.
And that in itself was nothing to be ashamed of. Madam Pomfrey herself had said that it was perfectly normal for teenagers to experiment. At least that’s what Draco reminded himself every day. He had to. As the Prince of Slytherin, he couldn’t allow himself any tendencies that might endanger his name or position. So what he was feeling and doing WAS normal, and therefore he was safe.
With that in mind, he made his way to his bathroom for a shower. His father’s riches and his status as a Prefect had earned him his own private room and bathroom, where he could wank in peace. For that much he was very thankful.
Tossing his silk night pants on the ground in the bathroom and freeing his straining cock, Draco walked into the shower - which was spelled to start automatically and stay at the perfect temperature - and proceeded to think of who he lusted after most – Harry Potter.
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Note: I know it's short, but good things come with time.