"Potter, where's my paper for defense?"
"I haven't seen your bloody paper Malfoy and it wouldn't actually kill you to ask nicely."
"I need that paper!"
"I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOUR BLOODY PAPER IS!"
"YOU HAVE TO I KNOW YOU KNOW WHERE IT IS! JUST GIVE IT BACK!" Harry, who had fully lost his temper, shouted out something in parseltongue. A deep red color slowly bled onto Draco's pale cheeks. Quickly Draco whipped around and fled out of the room into the eighth year boys bathroom, he checked to make sure nobody else was in there, locked the door, and set up silencing charms. Draco leaned against the door and ripped open his pants, he took himself and within a minute he had spilled. He cleaned himself, and the floors and then curled up in a corner to think. He knew he was in deep trouble, every night when Harry moaned the secret language in his sleep Draco would feel his pants growing tighter. Harry was supposed to have lost the ability to speak parseltongue when the horcrux within him was destroyed but because he had been able to speak it for so long he remembered. Draco was deep in thought when there was a knock on the door.
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Parsletongue Boners
FanfictionHarry and Draco are 8th year dorm buddies. Draco has a thing for parsletongue, Harry happens to speak it fluently and discovers Draco's little kink. Can they have a relationship with their pasts and a future with their differences?
