MERRY CHRISTMAS or HOW DRACO MALFOY WON THE WAR
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,186
Reviews:
1
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.
MERRY CHRISTMAS or HOW DRACO MALFOY WON THE WAR
TITLE/S: Merry Christmas, or, How Draco Malfoy Won the War
PAIRING/S: Crabbe/Goyle, Draco/Voldemort.
WARNING/S: This song contains humour and DARKNESS. Slash; Slight non-con; Underage; Death; Suicide bomber; Political incorrectness.
RATING/S: I have to go with a 15+, or possibly stronger to cover my arse.
NOTE/S: I'm not condoning any of the nasty stuff in this fic. Don't read it if you're likely to be upset. Flamers, you've been warned. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.
DISCLAIMER/S: Don't own Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, Lucius, Voldemort, etc. but I do own JK Rowling’s soul. Did you believe that? I hope not.
MERRY CHRISTMAS or HOW DRACO MALFOY WON THE WAR
It is that time of year
Where we break out the Christmas cheer
Get drunk on fire whisky
Become a touch too frisky
But this December I'm alone
Stuck here in the family home
And like a dog without a bone
I'm going crazy
I think of Yuletide seasons gone
When I wasn't on my own
And if I could go back to one
Which one would it be?
There was that one with Goyle and Crabbe
When they got caught by Vincent's dad
In compromising angles
With their trousers round their ankles
The next year when my father
Said as a present what he'd rather
Was for me to do what he told me
He made me do Uncle Voldie
And wasn't that a joy
To be the Dark Lord's Christmas toy?
There are a hundred other boys
Who would have loved it
Perform the service for the cause
You know we're gearing up for war
What else are minions for?
It was disgusting
I'm formulating a plan
To get me out of here
To get me out of here
I wonder if they'll give a damn
When I disappear
When I disappear
I've stockpiled all I want
To make myself a nail bomb.
I'll strap it to my torso
Disguise myself as Santa Claus.
Ho, ho, ho, ho.
Violent means to a violent end
I learnt it all from them
But it won't be Avada Kedavra
It will be something harder
And as the chaos dies away
There is one more thing to say
As our lives depart in whispers
Merry Christmas to my bitches
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
ENDNOTE: So, what do you think? You know I love feedback, so bring it! Also, thanks to nabootheenigma for pointing out a couple of typos.
PAIRING/S: Crabbe/Goyle, Draco/Voldemort.
WARNING/S: This song contains humour and DARKNESS. Slash; Slight non-con; Underage; Death; Suicide bomber; Political incorrectness.
RATING/S: I have to go with a 15+, or possibly stronger to cover my arse.
NOTE/S: I'm not condoning any of the nasty stuff in this fic. Don't read it if you're likely to be upset. Flamers, you've been warned. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.
DISCLAIMER/S: Don't own Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, Lucius, Voldemort, etc. but I do own JK Rowling’s soul. Did you believe that? I hope not.
MERRY CHRISTMAS or HOW DRACO MALFOY WON THE WAR
It is that time of year
Where we break out the Christmas cheer
Get drunk on fire whisky
Become a touch too frisky
But this December I'm alone
Stuck here in the family home
And like a dog without a bone
I'm going crazy
I think of Yuletide seasons gone
When I wasn't on my own
And if I could go back to one
Which one would it be?
There was that one with Goyle and Crabbe
When they got caught by Vincent's dad
In compromising angles
With their trousers round their ankles
The next year when my father
Said as a present what he'd rather
Was for me to do what he told me
He made me do Uncle Voldie
And wasn't that a joy
To be the Dark Lord's Christmas toy?
There are a hundred other boys
Who would have loved it
Perform the service for the cause
You know we're gearing up for war
What else are minions for?
It was disgusting
I'm formulating a plan
To get me out of here
To get me out of here
I wonder if they'll give a damn
When I disappear
When I disappear
I've stockpiled all I want
To make myself a nail bomb.
I'll strap it to my torso
Disguise myself as Santa Claus.
Ho, ho, ho, ho.
Violent means to a violent end
I learnt it all from them
But it won't be Avada Kedavra
It will be something harder
And as the chaos dies away
There is one more thing to say
As our lives depart in whispers
Merry Christmas to my bitches
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
ENDNOTE: So, what do you think? You know I love feedback, so bring it! Also, thanks to nabootheenigma for pointing out a couple of typos.