"This person is so much harder to hate. And I'm supposed to hate Malfoy. How the fuck else am I supposed to limit this to just sex?"
They don't cuddle, they don't talk about their relationship (or lack thereof) and they certainly never fall asleep in each other's arms.
Now Draco's cock is stirring, and he can't breathe because all he can think of is screaming Harry's name while Harry pins him down and mindlessly fucks him into total incoherency. Because hell yes, that would be sexy as fuck and Draco is officially in so much trouble.
Harry's come is trickling out of my arse as I say 'I do' and promise to love and cherish Blaise in sickness and in health. The love of my life is preparing to leave the country as I smile for photographs. The excruciating agony of my heart shattering nearly brings me to my knees on what ought to have been the happiest...
Harry 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?
Draco Malfoy, Head of Veela Affairs at the Department of Magical Beings, does not do people favours. Harry Potter, recently turned werewolf, is not "people" - not to Draco anyway. Does Draco plan to fall in love with Harry when he decides to help him? No. Does he end up falling in love with him anyway? Pft, what do yo...
Potter is panting moist puffs of air into his face and grinding what is now a full-on erection against Draco's own, glaring at Draco with the same mixture of confusion-exasperation-helpless-raging want that Draco feels for the git, day after day, coursing through his bloodstream, making him feel at once like he's flyi...
Potter begins to take me apart, each savage, pounding thrust peeling away layer after layer of everything that I am, reaming me open in a way that makes me wonder how I'll ever be able to let anybody else but him fuck me after this.
As if NEWTS weren't enough, Dumbledore's gone and had another one of his 'bright ideas.' If all ends well, the Houses will be getting along in no time. Or according to Harry's correspondent, an Apocalypse will be in order. [OotP/HBP/DH disregarded] Story is complete.
SMUT GLORIOUS SMUT! OH DON'T DENY IT WHO DOESN'T LOVE READING ABOUT MEN EATING THEIR MEAT! SMUT GLORIOUS SMUT! WONDERFUL SMUT! WISH THERE WAS MOOOOREE SMUUUUT!
"Marriage isnt about about a spell..it's about love..an-and trust." cover: me (:
While wandering through the Forbidden Forest, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy get into some unfortunate mishaps that lead to a fortunate event in the end.
Das letzte was Harry nach einem stressigen Tag in der Aurorenabteilung erwartet zu sehen, als er sich gerade seinen Mandelmilchlatte gönnen will ist Draco Malfoy hinter der Theke seines Lieblingscafes. Eine spritzige lockere Drarry Coffeeshop Romanze, zumindest am Anfang.