The Firewhisky In The Punch
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
6,600
Reviews:
15
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. All of the Harry Potter universe belong to J.K. Rowling and her known associates.
Dark
A/N: This quote comes from my sister and no, she doesn't know how she came up with it. However, my mind latched onto it and made it a crack!fic. It took me a bit on how to make the scene into a story, but there you have it. Enjoy!
Quote: It's dark, cold, and deep in there.
Story: Dark
"But Harry," Draco whined as he was pulled along unwillingly to the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets.
It was summer vacation which meant that the teachers who choose to remain with the school for lack of plans or a home, were alone in the school. No students to stop them and ask questions about the homework or ask about Harry's hero-past or about their sex life. Draco shuddered. He absolutely hated when the students asked those kinds of questions. Honestly, when he was a student, he hated to think of any of his professors having a sex life. What was wrong with these students?
"Shush, Draco," Harry said. "I have a plan."
Draco rolled his eyes. He had talked Harry into taking him down into the Chamber of Secrets once and had regretted it. "It's dark, cold, and deep in there! Honestly. We could be fucking in my office instead."
Harry stopped abruptly and kissed Draco. "The only thing dark and deep around here is your arse and lucky for us both, it's not cold. Now, quiet. Trust me."
Draco sighed but walked more cooperatively behind Harry. He would admit, he liked when Harry gave him a compliment and would gladly be more helpful after one. Finally, they arrived at that bloody bathroom and Harry opened the door. Only, he had just pressed a certain stone instead of speaking Parseltongue. Also, instead of a slide, there was a set of stairs.
Maybe this would be a good idea. Maybe.
"I've been working on this for the last year," Harry was saying. "A private project. I talked McGonagall into it and she agreed with a few modifications."
They stepped into what was the entrance hall and Draco was surprised to see no running water, no water stains, no cobwebs. In fact, aside from the stone, it looked very welcoming. Harry then tapped several of the stones in a pattern and the door slid open.
"Since we're both heads of house, we'll have to available at all hours, but, obviously, you need to know which stone to press and which stones to tap to get in here. So, the Headmistress had me open the Floo in the common room here and there are a couple of mirrors which view in upon the house common rooms."
Draco nodded, dazed and couldn't think of anything to say.
"So, we can fuck here?"
Draco pretended to think, if only to make Harry sweat as payback. Harry rolled his eyes and started stripping.
"It's acceptable," Draco finally said before tackling Harry to the ground.
Quote: It's dark, cold, and deep in there.
Story: Dark
"But Harry," Draco whined as he was pulled along unwillingly to the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets.
It was summer vacation which meant that the teachers who choose to remain with the school for lack of plans or a home, were alone in the school. No students to stop them and ask questions about the homework or ask about Harry's hero-past or about their sex life. Draco shuddered. He absolutely hated when the students asked those kinds of questions. Honestly, when he was a student, he hated to think of any of his professors having a sex life. What was wrong with these students?
"Shush, Draco," Harry said. "I have a plan."
Draco rolled his eyes. He had talked Harry into taking him down into the Chamber of Secrets once and had regretted it. "It's dark, cold, and deep in there! Honestly. We could be fucking in my office instead."
Harry stopped abruptly and kissed Draco. "The only thing dark and deep around here is your arse and lucky for us both, it's not cold. Now, quiet. Trust me."
Draco sighed but walked more cooperatively behind Harry. He would admit, he liked when Harry gave him a compliment and would gladly be more helpful after one. Finally, they arrived at that bloody bathroom and Harry opened the door. Only, he had just pressed a certain stone instead of speaking Parseltongue. Also, instead of a slide, there was a set of stairs.
Maybe this would be a good idea. Maybe.
"I've been working on this for the last year," Harry was saying. "A private project. I talked McGonagall into it and she agreed with a few modifications."
They stepped into what was the entrance hall and Draco was surprised to see no running water, no water stains, no cobwebs. In fact, aside from the stone, it looked very welcoming. Harry then tapped several of the stones in a pattern and the door slid open.
"Since we're both heads of house, we'll have to available at all hours, but, obviously, you need to know which stone to press and which stones to tap to get in here. So, the Headmistress had me open the Floo in the common room here and there are a couple of mirrors which view in upon the house common rooms."
Draco nodded, dazed and couldn't think of anything to say.
"So, we can fuck here?"
Draco pretended to think, if only to make Harry sweat as payback. Harry rolled his eyes and started stripping.
"It's acceptable," Draco finally said before tackling Harry to the ground.