FUN STUFF
NIKKI and I were writing and this is where our minds led us. Harry Potter Rocks!
In the dark of the night the lone figure stood watching the stars in the sky. Our hero was preparing himself for the final confrontation with the squirrel whore, Lord Voldemort. He knew he couldn’t defeat him by himself, but Harman was on vacation and wouldn’t be interrupted. He (Harman) was too busy being electrocuted and flirting with the nurses in the hospital to help our poor hero. His skills were needed though…he had once shot a squirrel in the nuts and it had committed suicide, he was kinda hoping Voldemort would do the same.
Knowing Voldemort though he probably didn’t have much to shoot off. Hermione had told him that once. The way our Hero figured it he didn‘t want to know how she knew, it was kinda like Stegosauruses having sex…. It was just too much to try and comprehend. Suddenly a black cape came swishing out of the night and hit our hero, knocking him to the ground.
“Surprise!!!!” Our favorite blond Slytherin shouted as he tackled our abused and ever so ukeish hero. “Harry, you spend far too much time out here. It’s much warmer in the dungeons…. In my room… under the heavy comforter…in front of the fire….(drool).” The Slytherin slipped into a fantasy of lust as he stared at the dark haired man underneath of him, the other man’s eyes growing more confused as the blond’s fantasy in his mind pulled the two of them together.
“Dra-Malfoy! What are you doing? You’re really starting to con…” He suddenly went silent his eyes popping open wide as his mouth was brutally assaulted by another pair of lips. The kiss faded into one they had shared many times before in secret , his eyes started to close on their own, searching for the familiar feeling of the other on top of him.
“Harry what are you doing?!” The blond had pulled back and left the brunette oblivious to the fact that he was sitting, now alone.
Harry’s face brighted in a pleasant flush, “I thought that you wanted to..to… you know….”
“What should I have done that I know so much about?”
Harry turned, if possible, even redder as he struggled to speak.
The blonde, taking this moment to revel in the fact that he had, yet again, left the brunette at a loss for words, stood and turned to go back to the castle.
“Wait! Where are you going? You can’t just leave me here like this!”
Draco turned his head to survey the man still sprawled on the ground, “The offer still stands, from earlier.” With a wink and a flick of his cloak, he continued off towards the distant lights of the castle.
As Draco continued on he ignored the curses from the brunette who was struggling to regain his bearings. Draco had walked nearly halfway to the castle when he heard a horrific scream from behind him.
In the dark of the night the lone figure stood watching the stars in the sky. Our hero was preparing himself for the final confrontation with the squirrel whore, Lord Voldemort. He knew he couldn’t defeat him by himself, but Harman was on vacation and wouldn’t be interrupted. He (Harman) was too busy being electrocuted and flirting with the nurses in the hospital to help our poor hero. His skills were needed though…he had once shot a squirrel in the nuts and it had committed suicide, he was kinda hoping Voldemort would do the same.
Knowing Voldemort though he probably didn’t have much to shoot off. Hermione had told him that once. The way our Hero figured it he didn‘t want to know how she knew, it was kinda like Stegosauruses having sex…. It was just too much to try and comprehend. Suddenly a black cape came swishing out of the night and hit our hero, knocking him to the ground.
“Surprise!!!!” Our favorite blond Slytherin shouted as he tackled our abused and ever so ukeish hero. “Harry, you spend far too much time out here. It’s much warmer in the dungeons…. In my room… under the heavy comforter…in front of the fire….(drool).” The Slytherin slipped into a fantasy of lust as he stared at the dark haired man underneath of him, the other man’s eyes growing more confused as the blond’s fantasy in his mind pulled the two of them together.
“Dra-Malfoy! What are you doing? You’re really starting to con…” He suddenly went silent his eyes popping open wide as his mouth was brutally assaulted by another pair of lips. The kiss faded into one they had shared many times before in secret , his eyes started to close on their own, searching for the familiar feeling of the other on top of him.
“Harry what are you doing?!” The blond had pulled back and left the brunette oblivious to the fact that he was sitting, now alone.
Harry’s face brighted in a pleasant flush, “I thought that you wanted to..to… you know….”
“What should I have done that I know so much about?”
Harry turned, if possible, even redder as he struggled to speak.
The blonde, taking this moment to revel in the fact that he had, yet again, left the brunette at a loss for words, stood and turned to go back to the castle.
“Wait! Where are you going? You can’t just leave me here like this!”
Draco turned his head to survey the man still sprawled on the ground, “The offer still stands, from earlier.” With a wink and a flick of his cloak, he continued off towards the distant lights of the castle.
As Draco continued on he ignored the curses from the brunette who was struggling to regain his bearings. Draco had walked nearly halfway to the castle when he heard a horrific scream from behind him.