Like Father Like Son.
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
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17
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Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
4,606
Reviews:
7
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.
Oh...oh Draco!
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Gizelle stepped into the cold afternoon. She had forgotten how chilly it can get when the wind comes over the hills. Harry was sitting on the edge of the fountain smiling at her. Gizelle had never really had a thing for Harry. She always thought he was okay looking but not as devilishly handsome as the Malfoy men. Now that he had grown up a little bit she began to wonder what those black wash jeans and red t-shirt hid.
They walked around the grounds reminiscing about old times. Not that there was really much to talk about considering they had never really spent any time together before this. She noticed that every so often Harry’s eyes would stray down to her chest and his breath would catch in his throat. She would smile to herself knowing full well what he was looking at. They wandered aimlessly into some dark corridor. Suddenly, Harry pushed her up against the wall and kissed her. Gizelle was surprised by this but opened her mouth enticing Harry’s tongue with her own.
“Potter! What in the hell do you think your doing!?” Gizelle pulled away from Harry to see Draco coming at both of them with anger ablaze in his eyes.
“Draco, leave him alone!” Gizelle shouted as Draco grabbed Harry by the collar and slammed him up against the wall.
“If I ever see you anywhere near her again, my wand will be firmly planted in your ass! Understand!?”
Draco let go of Harry who stormed off down the corridor.
“Gizelle, would you like to tell me what the bloody hell that was!?” Draco said backing her against the wall.
“I can’t help what Potter does! I tried to stop him!” Gizelle yelled at him knowing full well that was a lie.
Draco looked at her with a passionate anger in his eyes. Just as Gizelle thought he was about to slap her full on across the face, Draco kissed her with a passion she had never known. Grabbing her wrists he pinned her up against the wall and buried his face in her neck. She could feel his hard sex pressing into her leg as he compressed his body into hers. His hands wandered down to her skirt, which she had regretted changing into on account of the chilly afternoon. He stroked her through her already wet lace panties as she moaned in his ear. Draco slid onto his knees taking Gizelle’s skirt and underwear with him. His tounge began to tease along her wet lips as she gripped his platinum blond hair.
“Oh….oh….Draco!” Gizelle moaned as his tongue teased her clit.
Draco smirked as he slid his fingers into her slowly feeling her warmth. She gasped as he twisted his fingers in and out of her gently at first then harder. He could feel her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she climaxed with a shriek. Draco stood up and undid his pants releasing his now painfully erect cock from its confines. Gizelle wrapped her legs around his waist as Draco held her up against the wall. Slowly, he entered her. He could feel his hard sex being surrounded by her tight wetness. Gizelle gripped his neck tightly as Draco thrust in and out; increasing his pace to the point here he was slamming her up against the wall. The both let out cries of ecstasy as they came together. Draco pulled away from her trying to catch his breath. Gizelle slid down the wall, her body weak from the pleasure. Draco lifted her chin with his hand smirking at as only a Malfoy could.
“Bet Potter couldn’t fuck you like that”
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Gizelle stepped into the cold afternoon. She had forgotten how chilly it can get when the wind comes over the hills. Harry was sitting on the edge of the fountain smiling at her. Gizelle had never really had a thing for Harry. She always thought he was okay looking but not as devilishly handsome as the Malfoy men. Now that he had grown up a little bit she began to wonder what those black wash jeans and red t-shirt hid.
They walked around the grounds reminiscing about old times. Not that there was really much to talk about considering they had never really spent any time together before this. She noticed that every so often Harry’s eyes would stray down to her chest and his breath would catch in his throat. She would smile to herself knowing full well what he was looking at. They wandered aimlessly into some dark corridor. Suddenly, Harry pushed her up against the wall and kissed her. Gizelle was surprised by this but opened her mouth enticing Harry’s tongue with her own.
“Potter! What in the hell do you think your doing!?” Gizelle pulled away from Harry to see Draco coming at both of them with anger ablaze in his eyes.
“Draco, leave him alone!” Gizelle shouted as Draco grabbed Harry by the collar and slammed him up against the wall.
“If I ever see you anywhere near her again, my wand will be firmly planted in your ass! Understand!?”
Draco let go of Harry who stormed off down the corridor.
“Gizelle, would you like to tell me what the bloody hell that was!?” Draco said backing her against the wall.
“I can’t help what Potter does! I tried to stop him!” Gizelle yelled at him knowing full well that was a lie.
Draco looked at her with a passionate anger in his eyes. Just as Gizelle thought he was about to slap her full on across the face, Draco kissed her with a passion she had never known. Grabbing her wrists he pinned her up against the wall and buried his face in her neck. She could feel his hard sex pressing into her leg as he compressed his body into hers. His hands wandered down to her skirt, which she had regretted changing into on account of the chilly afternoon. He stroked her through her already wet lace panties as she moaned in his ear. Draco slid onto his knees taking Gizelle’s skirt and underwear with him. His tounge began to tease along her wet lips as she gripped his platinum blond hair.
“Oh….oh….Draco!” Gizelle moaned as his tongue teased her clit.
Draco smirked as he slid his fingers into her slowly feeling her warmth. She gasped as he twisted his fingers in and out of her gently at first then harder. He could feel her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she climaxed with a shriek. Draco stood up and undid his pants releasing his now painfully erect cock from its confines. Gizelle wrapped her legs around his waist as Draco held her up against the wall. Slowly, he entered her. He could feel his hard sex being surrounded by her tight wetness. Gizelle gripped his neck tightly as Draco thrust in and out; increasing his pace to the point here he was slamming her up against the wall. The both let out cries of ecstasy as they came together. Draco pulled away from her trying to catch his breath. Gizelle slid down the wall, her body weak from the pleasure. Draco lifted her chin with his hand smirking at as only a Malfoy could.
“Bet Potter couldn’t fuck you like that”