Boy Love Drabbles
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,343
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Any Year
Okay! So! Paying attention in class just doesn't work, so to make up the time, we write these! Short sweet and *snicker* to the point.
Chapter 1: Any Year
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Harry/Ron
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Harry sat up, panting heavily. He turned to see his best friend sitting next to the bed.
"You okay? You were moaning in your sleep..." Ron's worried expression came into view as Harry pulled on his glasses. Remembering the last time he saw that face, the face of his best friend, he quickly turned away.
"Yeah...f-fine..."
"Was it a nightmare?"
Harry's face flared the colour of Ron's hair.
"No... not really..."
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~Sister Wendy
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Harry was happy enough he thought he could die. He had everything he’d ever wanted, all wrapped up in the form of the lightly snoring Ron next to him, red hair mussed appealingly, mouth wide open. The air was damp and smelt like sex and sweat. The Boy-Who-Lived allowed his eyes to once more scan Ron’s form, eating up the sight like Dudley downed cakes. His hand, shining with the scabbed words the enchanted quill had dug into his skin, fell to Ron’s thigh, peeking out from the patchwork blanket. Blue eyes drifted open at the touch.
“Oh, hullo, Harry.” The words were barely out of Ron’s mouth when a series of quick, breath-stealing kisses were placed upon his lips. Harry’s hands were on either side of the red-head’s hips, holding his weight as he placed more fervent kisses along Ron’s jaw and cheeks. Ron moaned as he felt familiar heat pooling in his stomach, sending ripples down to his groin. Not that he was complaining. He was loving Harry’s new way of saying hello.
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~Slutmuffin
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Chapter 1: Any Year
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Harry/Ron
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Harry sat up, panting heavily. He turned to see his best friend sitting next to the bed.
"You okay? You were moaning in your sleep..." Ron's worried expression came into view as Harry pulled on his glasses. Remembering the last time he saw that face, the face of his best friend, he quickly turned away.
"Yeah...f-fine..."
"Was it a nightmare?"
Harry's face flared the colour of Ron's hair.
"No... not really..."
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~Sister Wendy
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Harry was happy enough he thought he could die. He had everything he’d ever wanted, all wrapped up in the form of the lightly snoring Ron next to him, red hair mussed appealingly, mouth wide open. The air was damp and smelt like sex and sweat. The Boy-Who-Lived allowed his eyes to once more scan Ron’s form, eating up the sight like Dudley downed cakes. His hand, shining with the scabbed words the enchanted quill had dug into his skin, fell to Ron’s thigh, peeking out from the patchwork blanket. Blue eyes drifted open at the touch.
“Oh, hullo, Harry.” The words were barely out of Ron’s mouth when a series of quick, breath-stealing kisses were placed upon his lips. Harry’s hands were on either side of the red-head’s hips, holding his weight as he placed more fervent kisses along Ron’s jaw and cheeks. Ron moaned as he felt familiar heat pooling in his stomach, sending ripples down to his groin. Not that he was complaining. He was loving Harry’s new way of saying hello.
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~Slutmuffin
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