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

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

Harry's Pornstory is between the: * ^ * thingeys. Understand?

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Draco was enjoying a refreshing and relaxing bath in the Prefect's Bathroom. He had closed his eyes and was musing about all sorts of different things he wanted to happen or about things that happened.

And Harry Potter was one of the subjects his mind unconsciously wandered off to. Draco growled like a wolf in the back of his troath when he saw the picture of Harry again in his mind.

God. Potter.

Before Draco could even help it, he was wanting Harry Potter, just like that, at that precise moment.

He didn't want to give in or anything, but that magazine had placed a bad, naughty and forbidden thought in his mind. And he felt like Eve, when she picked the apple from the forbidden tree; all that you were not allowed to have, you wanted even more!

Draco was close to a sexual crisis at that second, for his head was filled with luscious images and his hand was so close... He just reach out and end his longing, right then and there. But it felt wrong for some weird reason.

So he stepped out of the tub and walked to the showers, to get a really really really cold one.

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He stared at the blonde boy with questioning eyes. The blonde only blinked once and then smirked.

"So," he commented.

Harry felt so confident at this moment. He had nothing to lose. This boy, the son of an important Russian aristocrate was his for the taking. The Bolseviks had given him the power over their Red Army, so Harry was surely allowed to decide which lives he wanted to take and which not.

But now with Lenin at power, and the Communism established in Russia, all Christian (Tsar-Loving) rich families were banned to Siberia.

And this pretty, innocent, yet knowing boy was one of them. Draco Vladimir Sopranov he was called, said Harry's paper with information. Just a few moments before, Harry had shipped Draco's parents to Siberia, where they were surely facing a slow and painful death in the cold.

And this boy, he was just perfect. He was everything Harry had wished for.

"So? Dear boy, you can be very thankful for meeting me, because I've decided to spare your life. You can come with me." Harry smiled warmly and placed his arm softly around the boy, leading him out of his house.

"Ow. Thanks." Draco responded, sounding quite thankful and yet a bit sarcastic at the same time.

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Draco had approached his commonroom after his cold shower, feeling quite relieved, and he made up his mind. Going straight to bed and dreaming a dreamless sleep would be the best idea for him. And then, in the morning, everything would look a lot better and he would be allright again.

Yes. Sleep. Peaceful sleep, that was all Draco could think about at the moment.

He quietly walked into his room and crawled into his big four-poster bed immediately.

"Goodnight," he whispered to himself, wishing he was far away from Hogwarts... and Harry.

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"Is it okay if you'll sleep with me, in my bed?" Harry asked the blonde.

Draco smiled seductively and nodded. "Yes, it's okay with me."

The boy didn't seem to be scared of Harry, even when he was his prisoner of some kind. Draco really seemed to be a very special boy.

Harry walked up to the boy, stopping Draco from getting in the bed, holding him softly at his waist.

"No dear, first we'll have dinner, and talk, and you can use the shower if you want," Harry suggested.

Draco smiled sweetly, feeling comfortable and close to happy, being so close to the Head of the Red Army.

Harry felt it and he pulled the young boy towards him. "I have to admit you're rather a pretty boy," Harry whispered. He held Draco firmly at his waist, holding him as close as he could.

Draco seemed to smirk, or smile, Harry wasn't sure. "You're not looking bad yourself," Draco seemed to search for a name.

"Harry, you can call me Harry," Harry murmered against the blonde's ear.

Harry tucked a few blond strays of hair out of Draco's face, so that he could look in his eyes properly. They were a beautiful kind of silvergrey, such a magnificent colour, so... innocent, but still, full of pain.

Draco's breath became ragged, as Harry leaned in closer, and their noses were almost touching.

Then their lips met with soft and tender touches..

Then they both gave in to their primal urges and they kissed, with so much force, so much desire. It seemed that they were acquinted with eachother for so much longer than this one day. They seemed to know exactly what the other needed.

Their lips melted together, their tongues slithered against eachother's and they felt their bodies fill with a sparkling sensation.

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Harry had fallen asleep with the book in his lap. When Ron woke up, Harry was still snoring peacefully. But Ron did ofcourse notice the book in Harry's arms.

"Hmm, I wonder what Harry was reading in the middle of the night," Ron said to himself as he tried to unclutch Harry's hands around the book.

"Wow." Ron was truly shocked when he saw the cover of the book.

I never knew that Harry was so sexually frustrated... To create his own pornstory? Eww, that's sick.

[Silence In Ron's Mind]

But it is pretty kinky. And hot.. I wonder who he wrote it about...

And Ron wouldn't have been a Weasley if he could hold back his curiosity, so the redhead opened the book.

"RON!" Harry screamed and grabbed the book quickly out of the hands of his friend.

"Why were you reading that? What did you read?" he yelled.

Ron's cheeks flushed. "Sorry Harry, but I was just curious. I didn't read a thing. Just that it was an -urm- entertaining kind story."

Harry felt truly ashamed and he wished he'd never started with the book at all.

"Sorry Ron, I got carried away with the book. I mean, you'd be interested in it, right?"

Ron admitted with a small nod.

"So, well, this book has brought me nothing but bad things, so I'll get rid of it first thing after I have my shower!" Harry announced and got into the shower.