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Day 1 still but part 4; A rude interruption

  Draco felt like he was dying. Feverish to the touch, clammy, and shaking.
  He didn't know what to do, and Harry just kept staring at him, waiting.
  Daringly Draco leaned forward, trembling, he pushed his lips against Harry's.
  Harry was more than obliging and pushed back firmly, wrapping his arms around Draco's neck.
  They sat there for a good solid 2.1 seconds before a metal clang startled them both.
  Just like lightning Draco ripped his boxers right back up to his hip, his hard on still visible.
  He gazed around after hiding his package and noticed Harry had dove back under his blankets, the only part of him you could see was his big toe, just barely peeking out.
  The back of Draco's neck began to tingle, and so he looked behind him.
  Meandering toward them was the 70 year old peen flinger and his large amphibian. Draco gulped, Harry had distracted him for a short while, but he hadn't delayed his demise.
  The sick feeling that had previously left Draco only moments before resurfaced itself, much to Draco's annoyance.
  Its just his genitals how bad could it be?
  The thought he provided himself with was his one and final attempt to calm his racing heart.
  But to be completely truthful, it just got him thinking on how bad it really could be. What if it had puss? What if there was dry flakeys inside his foreskin?? The last one worsened Draco's stomach condition.
  Finally after was seemed like a whole half hour Voldemort reached the human keeping cage.
  He hissed something to his snake and just gazed silently at Draco.
  Nagini, responding to the series of hissing, aggressively hacked and gagged until she produced a ring of silver keys.
  During the whole gagging and hacking, Draco was horribly unable to tear his eyes away and had to suffer with watching the whole thing play out.
  Voldemort reached down gingerly and took hold of the keys and unlocked the cell door. He then gave a pointed look at the Harry pile and ushered Draco toward the closest beige couch.
  The couch had dark stains all over it, Draco didnt want to think about what made those stains or how they got there.
  Hesitantly he followed after Voldemort and stood wearily infront of the beige couch.
  Voldemort sat in a grotesque fashion, with his legs splayed outward and his meat completely visable. Draco tried his best not to barf.
  Voldemort had a large, but wrinkly and sagging, peen. It was discolored from his grey skin tone, and looked to be more of a purple ish grey, about 2 tones darker than the rest of his skin.
  Draco had hoped that since Voldemort was bald atop his head, that he would be bald everywhere else as well. But he was sorely mistaken, Voldemort had a forest for pubes. Not only that but they produced and indescribable scent that would send anything with a nose crying back into their mothers wombs.
  That is what Draco felt like doing, but unfortunately his mother was back at home, miles away. She also probably wouldn't appreciate her son trying to crawl back into her womb.
  Voldemort pointed down to the floor, insinuating he wanted Draco to kneel, that was the last thing he wanted to do, but he did as he was told and knelt.
The stench only got worse the closer he got to it.
  Tears brimmed Draco's already raw eyes, he wasn't ready, he could never be ready for this of all things.
  Life just doesn't prepare you to suck a 70 year old man's saggy sock.
  He wasn't ready.