Harry Potter was the boy who lived. Despite being anti-pureblood, the little motherfucker was one himself. So it wasn't much of a surprise when he found himself craving Draco Malfoy's touch.
It was an early morning, and Harry snuck down into the dungeons to pay Draco a little visit. And, not to his surprise, Draco wanted Harry's dingaling too.
Harry snuck under the sheets and whispered into Draco's ear "t t t touch me I want ur p p." Draco immediately jumped out of bed and dragged Harry into moaning Meryl's bathroom, which had actually been vacant since fourth year.
Malfoy whipped his penis out and started flinging it around. Harry caught it, and put it into his but. They frickfracked.
Harry then got up off of the tile and looked at the sleeping Malfoy before putting his robe back on and slinking back to the Gryffindor common room.
