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Cajun
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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
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Adult +
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3
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2,035
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2
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Potter and Malfoy - Unforgivable
"You still haven\'t said it Harry."
Draco\'s hips pushed forward grinding his erection more firmly against Harry\'s
"DRACO!" Harry yelped feeling the delicious friction that was created, as it sent shiver down his back.
"WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE!" A voice said from the doorway.
The two boys turned around to stare at a terrifying sight. A tall man dreesed in a long, dark-brown trenchcoat stood in the doorway, long brown hair falling in front of his eyes. His eyes were horrifying, totally black with purple irises and narrowed in fury and hatred.
He stepped through the door and Harry and Draco saw what he held in his right hand - a long wooden baseball bat, wrapped in what appeared to be barbed wire.
"Oh shit," gasped Harry, all thoughts of sex fleeing his mind as he stared at the menacing figure. "It\'s the Cajun. Oh my fucking god it\'s the Cajun!" He was staring in absolute fear and the symbol of fangirl death before him, grinning like a savage beast.
"DRACO! RUN!" he screamed before turning to run out the door, all dignity forgotten. But the Cajun was too fast and leaped forward, slamming the bat into Harry\'s calves, the barb wire lodging in the flesh. With a massiv tug, the Cajun pulled the bat free, tearing out chunks of leg muscle and flesh along with it, sending Harry flying to the floor, screaming in pain.
Ignoring Harry\'s blood-curdling screams of pain, he turned to face Draco who had frozen in terror at the site before him. He scrambled up and tried to get away as the psychopathic man walked towards him. He look in his eyes and knew he stood no chance. He knew what he was facing. This man was a member of DLP. He was dead.
The Cajun walked up to Draco and sneered before sending a gloved hand flying into his pre-pubescent face, snapping the nose apart. He got down on one knee and grabbed Draco by the collar staring into his eyes, Harry\'s horrible shrieks of agony still going as a daunting background noise.
"How. Many. Fuckin. Times. Do. We. Have. To. Tell. You?" He grunted, slamming the pureblood\'s face with every word. "There. Is. No. Such. Thing. As. A. Gay. Harry. Potter!"
By now, Draco\'s face was a bloodied pulp and little remained that was recognizable. The Cajun sneered at the thing that used to be heir to the Malfoy line before standing up and walking to the raven-haired boy screaming in pain.
"Oh shut the fuck up," he said grabbing Harry by the throat. "It\'s your own fucking fault." He dragged him over to Draco before laying him on top of the barely conscious blonde boy. Cajun then pulled out a deck of cards and held them. After a second they started glowing and crackling with some strange purple energy.
He held them until they were almost like a small purple beacon of death-light, before he spat on the two bodies and threw the cards in the air.
As they floated down to the ground, slowly but surely approaching the two teenagers, the Cajun sneered and walked back out the door. As he strolled walked calmly through the doorway, turned and closed the door, there was an almighty explosion, almost knocking the door of it\'s hinges, followed by the tell tale splatter of human body parts.
Cajun turned around smiling, to look staight into the furious eyes of Blaise Zabini. "What the fu-" the italian boy started before his head suddenly turned to a purple and red mist, showering Cajun in gore, the smoking, silver barrel of a Berreta handgun replacing it.
Cajun stared disgruntled at his now disgusting outfit before turning to face the Zabini killer. "Must you?" he muttered in greeting, shaking some blood from his coat.
"Nice boom Cajun," said Violated, lowering his hand gun and grinning at his purple-eyed friend. "But we gotta go" he said nodding his head behind him.
Standing behind Violated were the rest of Cajun\'s crew. A man standing in front of a blue telephone box, hands in the pockets of his overcoat. Next to him were other daunting figures, The silver masked face of Blaze Ranger, the flame-thrower wielding Jolersoer, the ever sexy Banner, the cruel imposing form of Belra and the new addition to the team...Andromalius.
Cajun nodded at them all, each in varying stages of obvious murder, some fingering their special weapons. Cajun noticed a fwe more figures in the background before the Doctor opened the door to the Tardis and they all walked in, ready to hunt their next prey.
Draco\'s hips pushed forward grinding his erection more firmly against Harry\'s
"DRACO!" Harry yelped feeling the delicious friction that was created, as it sent shiver down his back.
"WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE!" A voice said from the doorway.
The two boys turned around to stare at a terrifying sight. A tall man dreesed in a long, dark-brown trenchcoat stood in the doorway, long brown hair falling in front of his eyes. His eyes were horrifying, totally black with purple irises and narrowed in fury and hatred.
He stepped through the door and Harry and Draco saw what he held in his right hand - a long wooden baseball bat, wrapped in what appeared to be barbed wire.
"Oh shit," gasped Harry, all thoughts of sex fleeing his mind as he stared at the menacing figure. "It\'s the Cajun. Oh my fucking god it\'s the Cajun!" He was staring in absolute fear and the symbol of fangirl death before him, grinning like a savage beast.
"DRACO! RUN!" he screamed before turning to run out the door, all dignity forgotten. But the Cajun was too fast and leaped forward, slamming the bat into Harry\'s calves, the barb wire lodging in the flesh. With a massiv tug, the Cajun pulled the bat free, tearing out chunks of leg muscle and flesh along with it, sending Harry flying to the floor, screaming in pain.
Ignoring Harry\'s blood-curdling screams of pain, he turned to face Draco who had frozen in terror at the site before him. He scrambled up and tried to get away as the psychopathic man walked towards him. He look in his eyes and knew he stood no chance. He knew what he was facing. This man was a member of DLP. He was dead.
The Cajun walked up to Draco and sneered before sending a gloved hand flying into his pre-pubescent face, snapping the nose apart. He got down on one knee and grabbed Draco by the collar staring into his eyes, Harry\'s horrible shrieks of agony still going as a daunting background noise.
"How. Many. Fuckin. Times. Do. We. Have. To. Tell. You?" He grunted, slamming the pureblood\'s face with every word. "There. Is. No. Such. Thing. As. A. Gay. Harry. Potter!"
By now, Draco\'s face was a bloodied pulp and little remained that was recognizable. The Cajun sneered at the thing that used to be heir to the Malfoy line before standing up and walking to the raven-haired boy screaming in pain.
"Oh shut the fuck up," he said grabbing Harry by the throat. "It\'s your own fucking fault." He dragged him over to Draco before laying him on top of the barely conscious blonde boy. Cajun then pulled out a deck of cards and held them. After a second they started glowing and crackling with some strange purple energy.
He held them until they were almost like a small purple beacon of death-light, before he spat on the two bodies and threw the cards in the air.
As they floated down to the ground, slowly but surely approaching the two teenagers, the Cajun sneered and walked back out the door. As he strolled walked calmly through the doorway, turned and closed the door, there was an almighty explosion, almost knocking the door of it\'s hinges, followed by the tell tale splatter of human body parts.
Cajun turned around smiling, to look staight into the furious eyes of Blaise Zabini. "What the fu-" the italian boy started before his head suddenly turned to a purple and red mist, showering Cajun in gore, the smoking, silver barrel of a Berreta handgun replacing it.
Cajun stared disgruntled at his now disgusting outfit before turning to face the Zabini killer. "Must you?" he muttered in greeting, shaking some blood from his coat.
"Nice boom Cajun," said Violated, lowering his hand gun and grinning at his purple-eyed friend. "But we gotta go" he said nodding his head behind him.
Standing behind Violated were the rest of Cajun\'s crew. A man standing in front of a blue telephone box, hands in the pockets of his overcoat. Next to him were other daunting figures, The silver masked face of Blaze Ranger, the flame-thrower wielding Jolersoer, the ever sexy Banner, the cruel imposing form of Belra and the new addition to the team...Andromalius.
Cajun nodded at them all, each in varying stages of obvious murder, some fingering their special weapons. Cajun noticed a fwe more figures in the background before the Doctor opened the door to the Tardis and they all walked in, ready to hunt their next prey.