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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
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1,334
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3
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Move Me
Move Me
firedragon_luver
Disclaimer : Harry Potter and Co. definitely not mine.
AN: I’d like to thank Shade for checking this out for me, she has been so very supportive of all my fics so I really really love her. Any mistakes that you find are all mine.
Hope everybody likes and reviews after!
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Three years after Voldemort’s defeat, five years after graduating from Hogwarts (though a year late because the school was closed for a year before the Ministry deemed it is safe to resume classes), Draco Malfoy could be found living a very busy life in the Muggle world. No he hadn’t escaped the Wizarding world, he was still so much a part of it, but right now he was focused in the blooming business he started. It was a branch, actually, of a very famous chain of Wizarding boutiques he owned in different parts of the Wizarding world.
“What the…” Draco sleepily got up, and checked the time. “What the hell, it’s too early in the morning, and it’s Sunday no less!” The blond fumed as he walked towards the knock that kept on pounding at his door. Passing by the window, he didn’t notice the first rays of sunshine seeping in between his closed curtains.
Opening the door rather forcefully, he got ready to fire a series of curses to the person responsible for waking him up, but was greeted by no one, except to a rather dirty looking mannequin dressed in soiled clothes. He was about to close the door, cringing slightly at the appearance of the mannequin, but what stopped him were the almost pleading eyes that looked so real and familiar. After contemplating a few minutes, he levitated the mannequin directly into the bathroom, thinking that if he was gonna keep this thing, it had to be cleaned first.
Hastily removing the rag-cum-clothes using only his thumb and pointy finger while the other fingers of his hand are curled upwards, he scowled but his eyes suddenly glazed when the overalls pooled down at the mannequin’s feet. What was standing in front of him was a perfectly tanned, well built, lean body, with long legs and a plump arse, and the most gorgeous (besides his own, of course) cock he ever saw. With trembling hands, he touched that Greek god-like body, only to be reminded that what he was fantasizing about was not human, but a mannequin made of whatever mannequins were made of.
Getting the shower spray from its hook and spraying the mannequin, He stood it up to its full height. He was impressed that they were almost of the same height, but he was still a good one-inch taller.
Showering the mannequin, starting from its head while leveling his hands on a much higher space, he almost imagined the mannequin tilting his head up, exposing his neck, and very much enjoying the cool water coming down on him. Draco shook his head to stop himself from imagining such things. He started washing the hair and face, running his hands in all its contours, sliding his hands slowly down to its neck, broad shoulders, chest, and moving his hands to its back, not bothering to go around the mannequin so now it looked like he was enveloping the mannequin into a hug. Rubbing the mannequin’s back gently, he tilted his head and was surprised, and not for the first time, to see a glazed look (and if it was possible) a slight blush on the mannequin. Draco bit his lip, and wondered if it was okay to feel so hot while cleaning a mannequin, well a perfect replica of an Adonis kind of a mannequin. He wasn’t able to stop himself, and he sprayed himself off in the cool water.
After a while Draco resumed cleaning his mannequin, tracing the flat stomach, dipping his finger in that deep navel; the blond was so into it that he didn’t notice that he was already on his knees, while his hands trekked in a downward motion.
This time he was startled, and asked himself since when did Muggles make a mannequin with pubic hair and – ohhh, Draco moaned so passionately – so gorgeous a cock. He was feeling embarrassed, yet still he ran a finger over its length wanting to fist it, but he just couldn’t – well, because this was a mannequin so it is but natural that one could not move that part away from the body.
Watching his hands very carefully while slowly fisting that cock, and all the while cooling off with the cool water from the shower, he gave up the shower after a moment and took his own hardened length in hand, fisting both cocks in the same rhythm. Looking up, he was startled to note it was as if the mannequin was holding his gaze, mouth slightly open – panting, skin flushed. Draco, while not breaking his gaze, fisted fast enough that he could feel that he was almost at his peak, and if his feelings weren’t betraying him it was as if he could feel the throbbing of the mannequin’s cock as he also reached his climax. After a few rougher and harder thrusts he came, shouting silently the name and love that was never forgotten.
After he regained his breath, and slightly disgusted with himself, he turned around, removed his pajama bottoms, and cleaned himself. He didn’t notice a gentle beating in the mannequins chest, or the cum that was washed off the mannequin’s stomach from the water while he showered.
Banging the door rather loudly, cursing on how pathetic he was getting off while cleaning a wayward mannequin, he dropped himself on his bed and within seconds he fell asleep, never hearing the soft footsteps that came from the bathroom.
Drawers being opened and closed awakened Draco and he sat up, whipping his wand out in alarm at the intruder.
“Who are you?”
“Draco?”
“Ha – Harry?”
“Yes, I am sorry I woke you.”
“How? How did you get in? Where have you been? I thought…you…”
“Dead?”
“It has been so long…we all thought…”
“No, I’m not. I came a long way looking for you. I didn’t think to look here in the Muggle world; that’s why it took me a long time.”
Draco added one and one. “You were the mannequin?”
“I am.”
“But how?”
Harry sat by Draco and told his tale. He explained how he was cursed and was turned into a mannequin. He could turn into human at midnight but was trapped as a mannequin at the first rays of sun. That was why it took him so long to find Draco. He also explained that the only way to break the curse was if he was brought to orgasm, not by just anyone, but by the person he loved and who loved him back.
“So it just means that you love me, Draco?”
“Would it mean that you love me too, Harry?”
They stayed silent for quite a while and laughed at how they broke the curse; Harry teasing Draco that he could get off with a mannequin, and Draco saying that it is only because the mannequin was Harry.
“Dray? Can I sleep beside you? I am tired.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No, you will not just sleep beside me, but you will stay with me.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
-fini-
firedragon_luver
Disclaimer : Harry Potter and Co. definitely not mine.
AN: I’d like to thank Shade for checking this out for me, she has been so very supportive of all my fics so I really really love her. Any mistakes that you find are all mine.
Hope everybody likes and reviews after!
**************
Three years after Voldemort’s defeat, five years after graduating from Hogwarts (though a year late because the school was closed for a year before the Ministry deemed it is safe to resume classes), Draco Malfoy could be found living a very busy life in the Muggle world. No he hadn’t escaped the Wizarding world, he was still so much a part of it, but right now he was focused in the blooming business he started. It was a branch, actually, of a very famous chain of Wizarding boutiques he owned in different parts of the Wizarding world.
“What the…” Draco sleepily got up, and checked the time. “What the hell, it’s too early in the morning, and it’s Sunday no less!” The blond fumed as he walked towards the knock that kept on pounding at his door. Passing by the window, he didn’t notice the first rays of sunshine seeping in between his closed curtains.
Opening the door rather forcefully, he got ready to fire a series of curses to the person responsible for waking him up, but was greeted by no one, except to a rather dirty looking mannequin dressed in soiled clothes. He was about to close the door, cringing slightly at the appearance of the mannequin, but what stopped him were the almost pleading eyes that looked so real and familiar. After contemplating a few minutes, he levitated the mannequin directly into the bathroom, thinking that if he was gonna keep this thing, it had to be cleaned first.
Hastily removing the rag-cum-clothes using only his thumb and pointy finger while the other fingers of his hand are curled upwards, he scowled but his eyes suddenly glazed when the overalls pooled down at the mannequin’s feet. What was standing in front of him was a perfectly tanned, well built, lean body, with long legs and a plump arse, and the most gorgeous (besides his own, of course) cock he ever saw. With trembling hands, he touched that Greek god-like body, only to be reminded that what he was fantasizing about was not human, but a mannequin made of whatever mannequins were made of.
Getting the shower spray from its hook and spraying the mannequin, He stood it up to its full height. He was impressed that they were almost of the same height, but he was still a good one-inch taller.
Showering the mannequin, starting from its head while leveling his hands on a much higher space, he almost imagined the mannequin tilting his head up, exposing his neck, and very much enjoying the cool water coming down on him. Draco shook his head to stop himself from imagining such things. He started washing the hair and face, running his hands in all its contours, sliding his hands slowly down to its neck, broad shoulders, chest, and moving his hands to its back, not bothering to go around the mannequin so now it looked like he was enveloping the mannequin into a hug. Rubbing the mannequin’s back gently, he tilted his head and was surprised, and not for the first time, to see a glazed look (and if it was possible) a slight blush on the mannequin. Draco bit his lip, and wondered if it was okay to feel so hot while cleaning a mannequin, well a perfect replica of an Adonis kind of a mannequin. He wasn’t able to stop himself, and he sprayed himself off in the cool water.
After a while Draco resumed cleaning his mannequin, tracing the flat stomach, dipping his finger in that deep navel; the blond was so into it that he didn’t notice that he was already on his knees, while his hands trekked in a downward motion.
This time he was startled, and asked himself since when did Muggles make a mannequin with pubic hair and – ohhh, Draco moaned so passionately – so gorgeous a cock. He was feeling embarrassed, yet still he ran a finger over its length wanting to fist it, but he just couldn’t – well, because this was a mannequin so it is but natural that one could not move that part away from the body.
Watching his hands very carefully while slowly fisting that cock, and all the while cooling off with the cool water from the shower, he gave up the shower after a moment and took his own hardened length in hand, fisting both cocks in the same rhythm. Looking up, he was startled to note it was as if the mannequin was holding his gaze, mouth slightly open – panting, skin flushed. Draco, while not breaking his gaze, fisted fast enough that he could feel that he was almost at his peak, and if his feelings weren’t betraying him it was as if he could feel the throbbing of the mannequin’s cock as he also reached his climax. After a few rougher and harder thrusts he came, shouting silently the name and love that was never forgotten.
After he regained his breath, and slightly disgusted with himself, he turned around, removed his pajama bottoms, and cleaned himself. He didn’t notice a gentle beating in the mannequins chest, or the cum that was washed off the mannequin’s stomach from the water while he showered.
Banging the door rather loudly, cursing on how pathetic he was getting off while cleaning a wayward mannequin, he dropped himself on his bed and within seconds he fell asleep, never hearing the soft footsteps that came from the bathroom.
Drawers being opened and closed awakened Draco and he sat up, whipping his wand out in alarm at the intruder.
“Who are you?”
“Draco?”
“Ha – Harry?”
“Yes, I am sorry I woke you.”
“How? How did you get in? Where have you been? I thought…you…”
“Dead?”
“It has been so long…we all thought…”
“No, I’m not. I came a long way looking for you. I didn’t think to look here in the Muggle world; that’s why it took me a long time.”
Draco added one and one. “You were the mannequin?”
“I am.”
“But how?”
Harry sat by Draco and told his tale. He explained how he was cursed and was turned into a mannequin. He could turn into human at midnight but was trapped as a mannequin at the first rays of sun. That was why it took him so long to find Draco. He also explained that the only way to break the curse was if he was brought to orgasm, not by just anyone, but by the person he loved and who loved him back.
“So it just means that you love me, Draco?”
“Would it mean that you love me too, Harry?”
They stayed silent for quite a while and laughed at how they broke the curse; Harry teasing Draco that he could get off with a mannequin, and Draco saying that it is only because the mannequin was Harry.
“Dray? Can I sleep beside you? I am tired.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No, you will not just sleep beside me, but you will stay with me.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
-fini-