Boy Love Drabbles
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,358
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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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.
Fifth Year
Chapter 5: Fifth Year
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Harry/Ron
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"Why is your patronus a dog, Ron?" Neville asked.
"It's 'cuz he's Harry's lapdog," Seamus answered. Harry shot a glare at him.
Seamus had walked into their doem to find Ron riding Harry, both of them moaning loudly.
Seamus grinned back at Harry. "What?"
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~Sister Wendy
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Seamus/Zacharias Smith
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“God, you’re such a--“
He never finished his sentences properly. He always started them, no doubt to be insulting and demeaning, but they always melted into bubbled moans and pointless purrs. Sometimes Seamus wondered what it was Zacharias thought he was.
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~Slutmuffin
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Harry/Zacharias Smith
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The sharply edged thump--the sound of well-defined knuckles crushing into cartilage-- resounded around the sopping pitch. It was just the two of them out there, red and gold, gold and black, standing toe to toe, nose to now broken and gushing nose. Harry held his bruised knuckle, winced, glared hard at Zacharias Smith. The blonde opposite him hadn’t moved, even when the blood spurting stained his clean white pants, mud-spattered boots. He just stared ahead, eyes never leaving Harry.
“I don’t know what you think you’re doing.” Harry croaked. Blood was singing in his veins, the pain lancing through his hand was all but forgotten. “What gives you the right to kiss me?” His other hand was braced on Zacharias’ shoulder, fingers curling into the yellow fabric. “I’m the one who does the kissing.” And heedless of the blood wetting Zacharias’ face, Harry pushed his face forward and claimed the Hufflepuff’s lips violently.
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~Slutmuffin
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Harry/Ron
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"Why is your patronus a dog, Ron?" Neville asked.
"It's 'cuz he's Harry's lapdog," Seamus answered. Harry shot a glare at him.
Seamus had walked into their doem to find Ron riding Harry, both of them moaning loudly.
Seamus grinned back at Harry. "What?"
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~Sister Wendy
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Seamus/Zacharias Smith
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“God, you’re such a--“
He never finished his sentences properly. He always started them, no doubt to be insulting and demeaning, but they always melted into bubbled moans and pointless purrs. Sometimes Seamus wondered what it was Zacharias thought he was.
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~Slutmuffin
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Harry/Zacharias Smith
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The sharply edged thump--the sound of well-defined knuckles crushing into cartilage-- resounded around the sopping pitch. It was just the two of them out there, red and gold, gold and black, standing toe to toe, nose to now broken and gushing nose. Harry held his bruised knuckle, winced, glared hard at Zacharias Smith. The blonde opposite him hadn’t moved, even when the blood spurting stained his clean white pants, mud-spattered boots. He just stared ahead, eyes never leaving Harry.
“I don’t know what you think you’re doing.” Harry croaked. Blood was singing in his veins, the pain lancing through his hand was all but forgotten. “What gives you the right to kiss me?” His other hand was braced on Zacharias’ shoulder, fingers curling into the yellow fabric. “I’m the one who does the kissing.” And heedless of the blood wetting Zacharias’ face, Harry pushed his face forward and claimed the Hufflepuff’s lips violently.
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~Slutmuffin
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