Hey! Firebird16 here. This is the unfortunate result of too much candy and
way too much free time. Forgive me.
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Harry's Night Life
By firebird16 and two very hyper friends
Harry Potter was once again late for class; he had been up all night with a certain Slytherin (who will remain nameless). Ron, being the jealous redhead he was, refused to wake up the lovers for he disapproved of his friend's physical relationship out of sheer envy. Potter sighed as he adjusted his wand, which had worked too hard the other night. As his hands coerced the rock hard banister of the stairs his once innocent mind took him back to the somewhat flamboyant events of the previous night.
Griffondor had once again won the Quiddetch match against Ravenclaw. They had celebrated with many kegs of butterbeer, and after getting very hammered on "happiness", they decided to celebrate by freaking to the song "It's Raining Men!"
After slytherining his way over to the bed, Harry proceeded to ravenclaw his lover out of his clothes and ultimately hufflepuffing him into the early hours of the morning. It was at this point that Harry realized that his partner was in fact male, but this was not a complete surprise. As they lay there, slowly smoking and stroking their cigars, Hermione burst in, pleading for the two to griffindor her. They then proceeded to take Hermione into the bed before using the remainder of their hot fudge sundae to do all kinds of naughty.
Harry was abruptly brought back to reality as he felt a firm slap on the ass. He turned expecting to see one of his many lovers. To his surprise he saw the elderly, yet tantalizing features of Mr. Filch's face. Suddenly he realized that the two had been lovers at one point. It had been a night like last, a night to remember...
He remembered the chilled bed but the warmth radiating off of Mr.Filch's quivering member. All around them, other Hogwarts students mounted their classmate's broomsticks. Harry flinched fearing that Filch would want more than polite conversation. He darted up the hollow halls of Hogwarts' bowls. He saw Neville enter his class and longed for his longbottom. He followed the well-equipped boy into the class.
Neville who had slipped through the elderly McGonagall's legs the other night was not castigated, but Harry whom had stood up the horny teacher was in trouble. Mcgonnegal thrust the lips of a parchment letter into Potter's idle hands. Harry, fingering the animalskin tube, was expected to receive punishment from Dumbledore again and again.
Harry dumbled into Dumbledore's door. Dumbledore was clad only in the silver hairs of his beard and disciplinary instrument. Harry noticed Dumbledoor's large, pale, skinny, wrinkled, hairy, hard, bony, erect index finger motioning him to draw closer. Temptation was in the air along with the pleasure induced cries of Hedgwig and Mrs. Norris' passionate mating. There was no doubt in the young wizard's mind that Dumbledore would give him a thorough spanking as the doors closed behind them.
Disclaimer~ I own nothing, yet everything.
Harry's Night Life
By firebird16 and two very hyper friends
Harry Potter was once again late for class; he had been up all night with a certain Slytherin (who will remain nameless). Ron, being the jealous redhead he was, refused to wake up the lovers for he disapproved of his friend's physical relationship out of sheer envy. Potter sighed as he adjusted his wand, which had worked too hard the other night. As his hands coerced the rock hard banister of the stairs his once innocent mind took him back to the somewhat flamboyant events of the previous night.
Griffondor had once again won the Quiddetch match against Ravenclaw. They had celebrated with many kegs of butterbeer, and after getting very hammered on "happiness", they decided to celebrate by freaking to the song "It's Raining Men!"
After slytherining his way over to the bed, Harry proceeded to ravenclaw his lover out of his clothes and ultimately hufflepuffing him into the early hours of the morning. It was at this point that Harry realized that his partner was in fact male, but this was not a complete surprise. As they lay there, slowly smoking and stroking their cigars, Hermione burst in, pleading for the two to griffindor her. They then proceeded to take Hermione into the bed before using the remainder of their hot fudge sundae to do all kinds of naughty.
Harry was abruptly brought back to reality as he felt a firm slap on the ass. He turned expecting to see one of his many lovers. To his surprise he saw the elderly, yet tantalizing features of Mr. Filch's face. Suddenly he realized that the two had been lovers at one point. It had been a night like last, a night to remember...
He remembered the chilled bed but the warmth radiating off of Mr.Filch's quivering member. All around them, other Hogwarts students mounted their classmate's broomsticks. Harry flinched fearing that Filch would want more than polite conversation. He darted up the hollow halls of Hogwarts' bowls. He saw Neville enter his class and longed for his longbottom. He followed the well-equipped boy into the class.
Neville who had slipped through the elderly McGonagall's legs the other night was not castigated, but Harry whom had stood up the horny teacher was in trouble. Mcgonnegal thrust the lips of a parchment letter into Potter's idle hands. Harry, fingering the animalskin tube, was expected to receive punishment from Dumbledore again and again.
Harry dumbled into Dumbledore's door. Dumbledore was clad only in the silver hairs of his beard and disciplinary instrument. Harry noticed Dumbledoor's large, pale, skinny, wrinkled, hairy, hard, bony, erect index finger motioning him to draw closer. Temptation was in the air along with the pleasure induced cries of Hedgwig and Mrs. Norris' passionate mating. There was no doubt in the young wizard's mind that Dumbledore would give him a thorough spanking as the doors closed behind them.