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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
Chapters:
40
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14,590
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18
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Chapter 6: Anger
Starting from Chapter 13:
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At that moment, Neville toppled into the common-room. How he had managed to climb through the portrait hole was anyone’s guess, because his legs had been stuck together with what they recognised at once as the Leg-Locker Curse. He must have had to bunny hop all the way up to Gryffindor tower.
Everyone fell about laughing except Hermione, who leapt up and performed the counter-curse. Neville’s legs sprang apart and he got to his feet, trembling.
“What happened?” Hermione asked him, leading him over to sit with Harry and Ron.
“Malfoy,” said Neville shakily. “I met him outside the library. He said he’d been looking for someone to practice that on.”
Harry sat quiet, in disbelief for a moment. For Malfoy to have challenged Neville yet again was truly a Dudley-eque move, and thus Harry found himself loathing Malfoy even more. Challenging Harry was one thing, for Harry knew he could easily trounce him, but to attack someone with such a difference in skill between them – that verged on the level of unforgivable.
“Go to Professor McGonagall!” Hermione urged Neville. “Report him!”
Neville shook his head.
“I don’t want more trouble,” he mumbled.
“You’ve got to stand up to him, Neville!” said Ron. “He’s used to walking all over people, but that’s no reason to lie down in front of him and make it easier.”
When Ron said ‘lie down in front of him and make it easier’, Harry shifted in his seat; he was brought a vivid image of himself doing the very same before Draco...but naked. Without an apparent reason, his dick suddenly surged with blood and he was completely erect. He began to drift off until suddenly Neville began to cry.
Harry felt in the pocket of his robes, careful not to touch his hard-on, and pulled out a Chocolate Frog, the very last one from the box Hermione had given him for Christmas. He gave it to Neville, who finally stopped sobbing.
“You’re worth twelve of Malfoy,” Harry said.
***In case anyone is wondering why I'm posting so much at once...this can also be found on Fanfiction.net. I am just reposting it here (I am the original author) to get another set of opinions about it ***
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At that moment, Neville toppled into the common-room. How he had managed to climb through the portrait hole was anyone’s guess, because his legs had been stuck together with what they recognised at once as the Leg-Locker Curse. He must have had to bunny hop all the way up to Gryffindor tower.
Everyone fell about laughing except Hermione, who leapt up and performed the counter-curse. Neville’s legs sprang apart and he got to his feet, trembling.
“What happened?” Hermione asked him, leading him over to sit with Harry and Ron.
“Malfoy,” said Neville shakily. “I met him outside the library. He said he’d been looking for someone to practice that on.”
Harry sat quiet, in disbelief for a moment. For Malfoy to have challenged Neville yet again was truly a Dudley-eque move, and thus Harry found himself loathing Malfoy even more. Challenging Harry was one thing, for Harry knew he could easily trounce him, but to attack someone with such a difference in skill between them – that verged on the level of unforgivable.
“Go to Professor McGonagall!” Hermione urged Neville. “Report him!”
Neville shook his head.
“I don’t want more trouble,” he mumbled.
“You’ve got to stand up to him, Neville!” said Ron. “He’s used to walking all over people, but that’s no reason to lie down in front of him and make it easier.”
When Ron said ‘lie down in front of him and make it easier’, Harry shifted in his seat; he was brought a vivid image of himself doing the very same before Draco...but naked. Without an apparent reason, his dick suddenly surged with blood and he was completely erect. He began to drift off until suddenly Neville began to cry.
Harry felt in the pocket of his robes, careful not to touch his hard-on, and pulled out a Chocolate Frog, the very last one from the box Hermione had given him for Christmas. He gave it to Neville, who finally stopped sobbing.
“You’re worth twelve of Malfoy,” Harry said.
***In case anyone is wondering why I'm posting so much at once...this can also be found on Fanfiction.net. I am just reposting it here (I am the original author) to get another set of opinions about it ***