Celery
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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1,727
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4
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Currently Reading:
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Celery
Celery
Harry ran, tripping slightly every few steps, and coming to a stop behind a tree, three times his width, in the middle of the Forbidden Forest. Chest heaving, he knew that there was nothing for him to do but wait. He closed his eyes, and began counting ….one… two… three… …twenty five…twenty six… he opened his eyes, wondering what was taking so long. Any longer, and he wasn’t going to…
“Hello, Harry.”
“Shit!” exclaimed Harry, as he looked at the rather smug blonde in front of him.
“I win, Harry, you know what that means.”
Harry rolled his eyes, and started to regret not finding a more difficult hiding place. “What this time?” He asked, fearing the worst.
“I’m not telling. Meet me in the Room of Requirement, 9:00pm sharp. And don’t be late.” Draco smirked and walked away, with an exaggerated sway of his hips.
XXXXX
Harry walked down the hallway, passing by the same portion of wall three times “I need to find what Draco wanted me to find,” He thought, worrying at his lip. A door appeared, and he walked through, apprehension on his face.
“What the hell…?” He had walked into a field, the room providing magical sunlight and a definite breeze. Draco sat in the middle, dressed in a skimpy bunny outfit, with a suspicious looking covered tray sitting off to his right side. “You’ve got to be kidding, this is your fantasy?”
“Don’t you dare laugh at me, Potter. I believe your last fantasy was slightly more…embarrassing.” Draco glared at Harry slightly.
Harry blushed as he shook his head. “Fine, fine. What do you want me to do?”
Draco lifted the lid off the tray, revealing a number of assorted vegetables including: carrots, celery and cucumbers.
Becoming slightly nervous, Harry started to back away. “What exactly are you planning on doing with those?” He asked, about ready to turn around and run.
“You aren’t going anywhere,” Draco said, anticipating his lover’s plan, “until this is over. That was the deal, Potter. Now come here and sit your cute arse down.”
Harry inched over to Draco and sat down, wrapping his arms around his knees. He sighed as he resigned himself to the fact that something very wrong was about to be done to him with something leafy and green.
“So, Harry,” Draco whispered crawling over to him with a carrot in his hand, “what do you suppose I want you to do with this?” He said, wagging the thick, orange rod at him.
Harry gulped as Draco started to trace the thin end of the carrot down his chest, closing his eyes. As he rubbed his other hand over himself, the fabric of the bunny suit seemed to melt away, exposing more and more of the creamy skin to Harry, who was fast losing his uneasiness.
“Hmm?” Draco muttered, opening his silver eyes, and fixing his smoldering gaze on his raven haired boyfriend.
Harry felt his mouth start to fall open as Draco slowly inserted the carrot into his own mouth, sucking on it slightly. The dark haired boy let his eyes drift downwards where the only clothing left on his boyfriend was a small streak of white, fluffy bunny outfit that was the only covering over a very obvious erection.
Releasing his legs, Harry crawled over to his boyfriend, and took the carrot from him. He slowly eased Draco onto his back, and ran his hand over Draco’s crotch, revealing his straining cock. “Mmmm. I just love your cock, Draco…”
“Celery.”
Harry stopped moving. “Excuse me?”
“Celery. Call it my celery.”
Laughing and falling over to the side, Harry gripped his midsection as tears of mirth poured out his eyes. “Celery? Aren’t you taking this a bit far?”
“Hey. This is my fantasy. You agreed to do whatever I wanted!” Draco whined.
“Fine” Harry said, his voice husky as he placed himself over Draco again, still trying to control any laughter that was left. “Is this what you wanted?” He asked as he ran the carrot between Draco’s legs while charming away his robes.
Draco moaned as his entrance was prodded by the carrot…
“Oh YES!”
XXXXXXX
Later that day, as they were walking to dinner, Draco spotted Pansy.
“Pansy!” He shouted at her retreating form. “Hey, Pans!”
As she turned around, Draco eyed the horrendous broach pinned on the front of her robes. Noticing his gaze, Pansy screamed, “Stop staring at me like I’m a side of meat, Malfoy!”
After throwing Harry a wink, Draco responded, “Oh, please, Parkinson, I’m a vegetarian.”
Harry ran, tripping slightly every few steps, and coming to a stop behind a tree, three times his width, in the middle of the Forbidden Forest. Chest heaving, he knew that there was nothing for him to do but wait. He closed his eyes, and began counting ….one… two… three… …twenty five…twenty six… he opened his eyes, wondering what was taking so long. Any longer, and he wasn’t going to…
“Hello, Harry.”
“Shit!” exclaimed Harry, as he looked at the rather smug blonde in front of him.
“I win, Harry, you know what that means.”
Harry rolled his eyes, and started to regret not finding a more difficult hiding place. “What this time?” He asked, fearing the worst.
“I’m not telling. Meet me in the Room of Requirement, 9:00pm sharp. And don’t be late.” Draco smirked and walked away, with an exaggerated sway of his hips.
XXXXX
Harry walked down the hallway, passing by the same portion of wall three times “I need to find what Draco wanted me to find,” He thought, worrying at his lip. A door appeared, and he walked through, apprehension on his face.
“What the hell…?” He had walked into a field, the room providing magical sunlight and a definite breeze. Draco sat in the middle, dressed in a skimpy bunny outfit, with a suspicious looking covered tray sitting off to his right side. “You’ve got to be kidding, this is your fantasy?”
“Don’t you dare laugh at me, Potter. I believe your last fantasy was slightly more…embarrassing.” Draco glared at Harry slightly.
Harry blushed as he shook his head. “Fine, fine. What do you want me to do?”
Draco lifted the lid off the tray, revealing a number of assorted vegetables including: carrots, celery and cucumbers.
Becoming slightly nervous, Harry started to back away. “What exactly are you planning on doing with those?” He asked, about ready to turn around and run.
“You aren’t going anywhere,” Draco said, anticipating his lover’s plan, “until this is over. That was the deal, Potter. Now come here and sit your cute arse down.”
Harry inched over to Draco and sat down, wrapping his arms around his knees. He sighed as he resigned himself to the fact that something very wrong was about to be done to him with something leafy and green.
“So, Harry,” Draco whispered crawling over to him with a carrot in his hand, “what do you suppose I want you to do with this?” He said, wagging the thick, orange rod at him.
Harry gulped as Draco started to trace the thin end of the carrot down his chest, closing his eyes. As he rubbed his other hand over himself, the fabric of the bunny suit seemed to melt away, exposing more and more of the creamy skin to Harry, who was fast losing his uneasiness.
“Hmm?” Draco muttered, opening his silver eyes, and fixing his smoldering gaze on his raven haired boyfriend.
Harry felt his mouth start to fall open as Draco slowly inserted the carrot into his own mouth, sucking on it slightly. The dark haired boy let his eyes drift downwards where the only clothing left on his boyfriend was a small streak of white, fluffy bunny outfit that was the only covering over a very obvious erection.
Releasing his legs, Harry crawled over to his boyfriend, and took the carrot from him. He slowly eased Draco onto his back, and ran his hand over Draco’s crotch, revealing his straining cock. “Mmmm. I just love your cock, Draco…”
“Celery.”
Harry stopped moving. “Excuse me?”
“Celery. Call it my celery.”
Laughing and falling over to the side, Harry gripped his midsection as tears of mirth poured out his eyes. “Celery? Aren’t you taking this a bit far?”
“Hey. This is my fantasy. You agreed to do whatever I wanted!” Draco whined.
“Fine” Harry said, his voice husky as he placed himself over Draco again, still trying to control any laughter that was left. “Is this what you wanted?” He asked as he ran the carrot between Draco’s legs while charming away his robes.
Draco moaned as his entrance was prodded by the carrot…
“Oh YES!”
XXXXXXX
Later that day, as they were walking to dinner, Draco spotted Pansy.
“Pansy!” He shouted at her retreating form. “Hey, Pans!”
As she turned around, Draco eyed the horrendous broach pinned on the front of her robes. Noticing his gaze, Pansy screamed, “Stop staring at me like I’m a side of meat, Malfoy!”
After throwing Harry a wink, Draco responded, “Oh, please, Parkinson, I’m a vegetarian.”