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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
Chapters:
19
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7,954
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94
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Currently Reading:
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Draco's Challenge
Thanks again for the reviews, folks--here's chapter 4!!!!
“You’re early,” Draco said. “Good sign.” He reached behind a couch and came up with a paper bag. Tossing this at Harry, he said, “These are for you.”
Harry caught the bag and opened it. Inside were a jockstrap and a pair of bright red speedos. “What am I supposed to do with these?” he asked.
Draco rolled his eyes in exasperation. “You’re supposed to wear them, Harry. What else do you do with clothes?”
“This isn’t some kind of symbolic thing, is it—by giving me clothes, you’re setting me free?”
“You’re not a house elf, Harry. You’re nowhere near as reliable, for one thing,” Draco added as he sauntered past his former boyfriend. “I’m sure you remember the way to the basement. Once you have those on—the jockstrap goes on first, in case you’re wondering—meet me down there.”
He was gone. Harry shook his head, then started to strip off his clothes. He pulled the ‘strap on over his long, muscled legs, then the speedo over it. He folded his street clothes and left them on a couch, then followed Draco to the Malfoy Manor basement.
Whatever Harry had been expecting, it wasn’t what he found. The basement was now filled with a four-meter square ring, and Draco had removed his dressing gown, leaving his taut, lean, chiseled body clad in green speedos. “Draco, what the hell is going on here?” Harry demanded.
“Simple, Potter. We’re going to have a wrestling match—American-style pro rules. You beat me, I take you back. I beat you, I throw you out like the ga—well, like garbage,” Draco amended.
Harry stared at his ex, disbelieving. “I’m dreaming. I have to be. This is too ridiculous to be real.”
“What?” Draco mocked. “You can shag half of gay London, but I’m not allowed to have had……shall we say, outside interests?”
“Since when is this an interest of yours?” Harry shot back.
“For a long time, Harry.” Draco smiled, the sort of malicious, spiteful smile that had always infuriated Harry when they were at school. “A very long time, if you take my meaning.”
Harry scowled at the words; Draco’s meaning was perfectly clear. He’d been doing this behind Harry’s back all the time they were together! And he had the gall to take Harry to task over shagging ONE guy? He climbed onto the ring apron, and stepped through the ropes……
“You’re early,” Draco said. “Good sign.” He reached behind a couch and came up with a paper bag. Tossing this at Harry, he said, “These are for you.”
Harry caught the bag and opened it. Inside were a jockstrap and a pair of bright red speedos. “What am I supposed to do with these?” he asked.
Draco rolled his eyes in exasperation. “You’re supposed to wear them, Harry. What else do you do with clothes?”
“This isn’t some kind of symbolic thing, is it—by giving me clothes, you’re setting me free?”
“You’re not a house elf, Harry. You’re nowhere near as reliable, for one thing,” Draco added as he sauntered past his former boyfriend. “I’m sure you remember the way to the basement. Once you have those on—the jockstrap goes on first, in case you’re wondering—meet me down there.”
He was gone. Harry shook his head, then started to strip off his clothes. He pulled the ‘strap on over his long, muscled legs, then the speedo over it. He folded his street clothes and left them on a couch, then followed Draco to the Malfoy Manor basement.
Whatever Harry had been expecting, it wasn’t what he found. The basement was now filled with a four-meter square ring, and Draco had removed his dressing gown, leaving his taut, lean, chiseled body clad in green speedos. “Draco, what the hell is going on here?” Harry demanded.
“Simple, Potter. We’re going to have a wrestling match—American-style pro rules. You beat me, I take you back. I beat you, I throw you out like the ga—well, like garbage,” Draco amended.
Harry stared at his ex, disbelieving. “I’m dreaming. I have to be. This is too ridiculous to be real.”
“What?” Draco mocked. “You can shag half of gay London, but I’m not allowed to have had……shall we say, outside interests?”
“Since when is this an interest of yours?” Harry shot back.
“For a long time, Harry.” Draco smiled, the sort of malicious, spiteful smile that had always infuriated Harry when they were at school. “A very long time, if you take my meaning.”
Harry scowled at the words; Draco’s meaning was perfectly clear. He’d been doing this behind Harry’s back all the time they were together! And he had the gall to take Harry to task over shagging ONE guy? He climbed onto the ring apron, and stepped through the ropes……