The Irish
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
7,636
Reviews:
38
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.
The Irish
Note: I dont not own these characters. They are owned by J.K. Rowling. I own the plot only.
WARNING: If you are offeneded by homo- or bisexuality, cease reading! These chapter will eventually contain graphic sex scenes. If you are offended by male slash, then what the hell are you doing here?
Thanx
Chapter 1: the Coming
It was announced at the opening feast, that a student would be transferring part-way into the semester. He was coming from Ireland. Dumbledore asked that everyone be present at the reception, and that the day would have only half classes, morning ones only. The reason for this was because he was arriving not by the train, but some other means, and Dumbledore thought it good for the students be exposed to other forms of travel. And the fact that he was the son of the Irish Ambassador to the Ministry of Magic had nothing to do with it what-so-ever. He would arrive on the 21st of September.
Upon hearing this, many students were excited, many were skeptical, and still others were resentful. Didn\'t the school have enough mudbloods and muggle-lovers already? Thoughs Irish were supposedly all for the rights of muggles and magical creatures, no support for the older families at all. One particular group of student were occupying these types of thoughts. The Slytherines. Specifically one Draconius Lucius Malfoy and his friends.
It was his very last year at Hogwarts. Then he was free of the place and able to leave it, and his parents memory, behind forever. He seriously did not want his final year to be ruined by some foreigner who couldn\'t tell the difference between a fork and a blunt wooden stick. Little did he know how wrong his prejudices would be.
***
Later that night, Draco lay in bed, a silencing charm encircling him. He was thinking about people, people he wanted. He touched himself while he did this. He thought about a girl that he had fucked during the summer. She had been bloody gorgeous, luscious body and firm tits, long legs and long hair. He had some good times with her, and he reminisced about them while he slowly brought himself to release. He was perching at the edge of his climax, when an image of Potter blossomed in his mind\'s eye, just before he plummeted over that shining edge into mindless convulsions.
When he regained his senses, Draco was throughly disgusted with himself and confused. How could thoughts of Potter intrude at a time like that? He knew he liked girls, so he wasn\'t gay or anything. But why did he randomly think of Potter while he was jerking off? He had to admit, with age, the runt had gotten to be quite striking. What was he thinking? This was Potter he was thinking about! He must be more tired than he thought, to be thinking of his arch-nemesis as a sex object. Draco quickly cleaned up the mess he had made with a charm, removed the silencer and fell asleep. In the morning, he would not remember Harry\'s intrusion in his fantasies.
WARNING: If you are offeneded by homo- or bisexuality, cease reading! These chapter will eventually contain graphic sex scenes. If you are offended by male slash, then what the hell are you doing here?
Thanx
Chapter 1: the Coming
It was announced at the opening feast, that a student would be transferring part-way into the semester. He was coming from Ireland. Dumbledore asked that everyone be present at the reception, and that the day would have only half classes, morning ones only. The reason for this was because he was arriving not by the train, but some other means, and Dumbledore thought it good for the students be exposed to other forms of travel. And the fact that he was the son of the Irish Ambassador to the Ministry of Magic had nothing to do with it what-so-ever. He would arrive on the 21st of September.
Upon hearing this, many students were excited, many were skeptical, and still others were resentful. Didn\'t the school have enough mudbloods and muggle-lovers already? Thoughs Irish were supposedly all for the rights of muggles and magical creatures, no support for the older families at all. One particular group of student were occupying these types of thoughts. The Slytherines. Specifically one Draconius Lucius Malfoy and his friends.
It was his very last year at Hogwarts. Then he was free of the place and able to leave it, and his parents memory, behind forever. He seriously did not want his final year to be ruined by some foreigner who couldn\'t tell the difference between a fork and a blunt wooden stick. Little did he know how wrong his prejudices would be.
***
Later that night, Draco lay in bed, a silencing charm encircling him. He was thinking about people, people he wanted. He touched himself while he did this. He thought about a girl that he had fucked during the summer. She had been bloody gorgeous, luscious body and firm tits, long legs and long hair. He had some good times with her, and he reminisced about them while he slowly brought himself to release. He was perching at the edge of his climax, when an image of Potter blossomed in his mind\'s eye, just before he plummeted over that shining edge into mindless convulsions.
When he regained his senses, Draco was throughly disgusted with himself and confused. How could thoughts of Potter intrude at a time like that? He knew he liked girls, so he wasn\'t gay or anything. But why did he randomly think of Potter while he was jerking off? He had to admit, with age, the runt had gotten to be quite striking. What was he thinking? This was Potter he was thinking about! He must be more tired than he thought, to be thinking of his arch-nemesis as a sex object. Draco quickly cleaned up the mess he had made with a charm, removed the silencer and fell asleep. In the morning, he would not remember Harry\'s intrusion in his fantasies.