What A Porn Magazine Can Do To Harry Potter And Draco Malfoy

What A Porn Magazine Can Do To Draco Malfoy And Harry Potter

But now he had gotten an utterly weird magazine. It was called Magical!Porn and it featured all sorts of handsome and well-known magicians. But not just loads of pornstars from the Magical World, no, also normal people who didn't have anything to do with porn.

And the piece Draco was now reading was about nobody less than Harry Potter! He couldn't believe his eyes. The article was fairly long and described the boy's outer appearance, his former-lovers and it even had a very sexy photograph included. Not that Draco found Harry sexy. No, definitely not.

But Draco was fascinated. He scanned the article for some interesting facts. And interesting things he surely found.

"Harry Potter admitted with a blush on his pretty cheeks that he never had a succesfull relationship with a woman." Oh, poor guy. I knew Harry was no good with the ladies. I mean, who would even like a guy like him?

"But he did have a few fairly long relations with men." Oh-oh. My god. No. Really? Draco swallowed hard. He had never realised that Harry was on that side of the track.

"And when our reporter asked The-Boy-Who-Lived if he was in love at the moment, he made it clear there was someone he fancied." Geez. Potter. Is there actually one person on the world who's interested in your silly lovelife?

"But Harry didn't want to confess who his new love was." Do I look like I care? Draco rolled his eyes.

"Ofcourse our team did push the boy a bit and eventually he confessed: Draco Malfoy." WHAT THE FUCK?!

Draco choked on his own air and coughed his lungs out before he could breathe normally. Oh. My. God. Draco was absolutely scared to death. To read in a pornmagazine that your archnemesis is gay is one thing, but to also read that you're the one he loves, is surely another thing!

Harry Potter was sitting in front of a comfortable fire in the Gryffindor commonroom with his favourite magazine on his lap. GayWizard Today lay open on the page which was filled with "The Most Eligible Bachelors Of The Wizarding World" and Harry licked his lips, while scanning the photo's. His eyes rested on one picture in particular. "Malfoy, Draco. Son of Lucius Malfoy, evil overlord. Extremely desirable with his greyish eyes, gorgeous blond hair and his perfect figure."

Harry sighed at the sight of this handsome guy. He never dared to admit it, but he had had a crush on Draco since he saw him shower after a Quidditch match once, by accident ofcourse. And now he wanted nothing as badly as he wanted Draco. But he was just impossible to get.

At first, he and Draco had been enemies for years and Harry couldn't just walk up to the blonde luscious piece of man and dlare his love for him. No, he needed much much more than that.

Harry needed to hunt Draco down, capture him as his prey and then make wickedly rough love to him. Harry growled softly, after 'hearing' the devilish plans his mind was brewing.

But he really wanted Draco Malfoy desperatly to be his and so he had to give his dragon some subtle hints. Yes, subtle hints.

Draco Malfoy was staring out his window, still dazed. He had never ever considered Harry Potter a potential candidate for marriage and, no, Hero-Boy wasn't. But that article did make Draco think. He just never thought about Harry in such a way and Harry obviously did think about him in such a way. And now Draco Malfoy was confused. And Draco felt ashamed for it. A Malfoy was never confused! And not ashamed either!

Draco grabbed his head with his both hands and tried to ban the bad feelings out, but he couldn't fight it. He was curious and he felt proud. Prod because Harry loved him. Because Harry loved him despite they were enemies. (And even considered Draco's heavenly delicious good looks, that meant something.)

And now Draco didn't know how to handle things. Should he just ignore Potter? Or just fight with him like before? Or should he do something, something to get to Harry?

"Oh god," Draco said to himself and he tried to suffocate himself in his fluffy pillow, but ofcourse, that didn't work. "I think I'll try to relax in a nice warm bath." Draco stood up, feeling reassured and the Old Malfoy again, grabbed his towel and walked out of his private room.

Harry had just taken a hot shower to relax his sore muscles after a day of hard Quidditch training and sat down on his comfy bed. It wasn't really late, but Harry felt that he could use a nice early sleep. He was just about to grab a book when he heard the tapping of an owl's beak on his window.

"Hedwig?" Harry spoke surprised to his snowwhite owl who flew into the room with a quite large package between her claws. Harry petted his owl and he looked curious at the package.

"Maybe something from Hagrid?" Harry asked himself, but Hedwig shook her head. After Harry gave her a treat, Hedwig made her departure through the open window.

Now Harry couldn't stop his curiousity anymore. He grabbed the package and tore the wrapping away from what looked like a book.

"GayWizard Today special: Your Own Pornstory!" was what the book said. Harry's eyes grew wider and his mouth fell open. Oh god. What kind of a magazine did I become a member of? Harry was seriously doubting his choice of magazines, when his eyes fell on an explanation of the book.

"You can be the star in your Pornstory now! Only fill in the names of you and the one(s) you love, choose a surrounding in which you'd like your story to take place in and your own Pornstory is finished!" Wow. Harry really wasn't sure about his judgement anymore. But the book really had gotten him excited. What if he just wrote down his name... and Draco's... and what about a romance in the days of the Russian Communism? The USSR! Harry had always been a frantic Russia-lover and this book could make his dreams come true!

"Who cares," Harry murmered and opened the book. On the first page Harry had to fill in the names and surroundings.

"Name of maincharacter: Harry Potter.

Name of the maincharacter's lover: Draco Malfoy.

Takes place in: Moscow.

Date: 1918."

Two small golden sentences appeared below the information: "Thank you for filling in your preferences. In a minute your book will be finished."

Harry licked his lips. This night wouldn't be an early night for sure. Naughtyness had gotten the better of him.

"Bad bad Harry," a voice in the back of his head whispered.

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