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Love Bridge ( Drarry🍋)

Love Bridge
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The mirror was adorned in twisted gold metalwork. It sat comfortably in Draco's hands, his own curious and flushed face looking back at him— daring him to just do it already, you coward.

It was the best and worst gift he had ever received. Best, because if the mirror worked the way it was promised, then Draco would be having probably the most incredible masturbation sessions of his entire life for the foreseeable future. Worst, because who gives such a thing as a gift?

Pansy and Blaise, the fuckers.

They'd both burst into outrageous fits of laughter when he'd unwrapped the parcel, which at the time was quite confounding as it really did look entirely innocuous. Or perhaps the better term was discreet.

"For fuck's sake, can one of you arseholes tell me what's so fucking funny?" he'd snapped, inspecting his glowering reflection.

"Draco, dearest," Pansy began, taking a gasping breath. He couldn't recall the last time he'd seen her so overcome with wicked glee. Her eyes, outright watering. "It's enchanted."

"No shit, it's enchanted." Draco had felt the hum of magic since the moment he picked it up. "Enchanted how?"

"For sex. It's a sex toy."

That had caught Draco off guard, enough so that he'd actually dropped the damned thing. Luckily, it landed on the soft cushion of his mattress.

"Oh please!" Blaise had rolled his eyes. "It's not used, you utter prude."

"I am not a prude!" Draco had insisted, but that only made his two bastard friends laugh harder.

He wasn't a prude— just single minded. Yes, Draco didn't have a very active sex life outside of embarrassingly frequent masturbatory fits, but not because he was uninterested. He was simply picky, and being picky when the options were already slim was a very frustrating predicament without his so-called friends adding insult to injury.

They were well into their make-up year, and while hostilities had settled into a background simmer, very few students at Hogwarts had the nerve to try to start something with Draco other than a fight. He was fine with that. None of them met the qualifications that Draco had for a partner anyway.

Well, not none.

One, to be exact. But that was neither here nor there. Draco was satisfied fucking his slick fist and gnawing on the satin slip of his pillowcase, trying and failing not to imagine Harry Potter. What could he say? Draco loved a good routine, and he'd been practicing that one since he'd first figured out just what his prick was used for.

That may have been an exaggeration, but the fact remained that Draco was not, and would never be, a prude.

Eventually, Blaise and Pansy had taken pity on him and explained, in quite uncomfortable detail, the intended purpose of the mirror, and the unintended, possibly far superior, uses for it.

He was no prude, but Draco had burned hot as a Red Pepper Imp the entire time.

Really, his friends were quite depraved, and apparently comfortable enough to rope him into their deviant ways.

The mirror, or as it was marketed, the Love Bridge, pause for a dramatic gag, was intended for use by long distance couples to engage in sexual acts while separated.

"What on Earth could I possibly need this for, then?" Draco had asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Let us fucking finish," Pansy had snapped back.

The mirror, when activated, would conjure the genitalia of the person gazing into it when they uttered the incantation. No. Conjure wasn't the right word. It wasn't a replica, it was the actual genitalia of the person.