Harry awoke with a startle, he heard somebody rushing out of the room, he assumed it was Draco. He shifted and become suddenly aware of how hard he was. He had been dreaming about Draco, again, he had thought of Draco's perfectly round ass, and his pale skin which was probably softer than the feathers of a hippogriff. Harry figured Draco wouldn't be back soon by the way he had rushed and slipped his hand into his pants. He grabbed himself and tugged a few times, staying quiet as he could, and suddenly he felt a sticky mess in his pants and relief flooded him. He was still panting, although he had cast a few quick cleaning spells, when Draco burst in. Silently Draco stalked over to his bed and slid in.
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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?
