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dracoharry - practical - ladybahiya
by Lady B (ladybelz)
at September 6th, 2008 (08:35 am)
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Title: Stuck On You
Author: Lady B
Pairing: Harry+Draco, Snape
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 344 words
Summary: It was practically a given that when you introduce certain aspects of nature, with certain human aspects, chaos will ensue.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's note: For prompt #80 from my table – practical.

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"Stop moving!"

"Well it fucking hurts! What else am I supposed to do?"

"Potter, you are such a baby."

"Am not!"

"Are so!"

"Are you calling me an arsehole?"

"Among other things." was the mumbled response.

"I heard that, Malfoy! Just fucking pull it out already!"


"What's that supposed to mean?"



"Potter, I can't."

"Can't what?" was asked in a dangerous tone.


The shrieked "What!" echoed throughout the Forbidden Forest, scaring birds from their roosts.

"What the bloody hell do mean it's stuck? How can it be stuck?"

"It stuck! I can't pull it out!"

"Oh Gods, I'm going to fucking kill you!"

"What is that infernal racket, and why, Mr Potter, are you bare-arsed in the middle of the Quidditch field in full view of Hogwarts?" came a voice neither one expected to hear.

"I revise my earlier statement. Just kill me now." came the embarrassed half naked boy in the grass.


"It was my fault, Professor. I dared Potter to run naked along the edge of the forest...and...well...you can see what happened."


"Just put your wand to my head and AK me now." came the repeated plea, the body of the tormented bright red from embarrassment

"Oh don't be so melodramatic, Potter. You're not the first idiot to have a porcupine quill stuck in his arse. Accio!"

Said quill came loose with an audible popping sound and the Gryffindor "ahh'd" with relief.

"Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome, Potter. I suggest you get dressed. It's almost supper."

"Yes, sir."

Footsteps moved away as Harry moved toward his pants. A hand on his arse stopped him.

"No sense letting this view go to waste, eh, Potter?" Draco grinned.

"If you get stuck, it'll take more than an Accio to get you free, I'm sure." Harry snorted. Draco leaned over Harry's back, pushing his burgeoning erection into the cleft of Harry's arse.

"If I get stuck, I'll make sure you enjoy the experience." Draco breathed in Harry's ear.


They never did make it to supper.