The Hogwarts castle was made for love
The Hogwarts castle was made for love. Flirtatious remarks not going unnoticed in the staff room, unsubtle actions of puppy love licking through classrooms, broom cupboards with cloaking charms all too readily produced for the twitching 6th and 7th years unable to contain themselves between potions and transfiguration lessons. Yet of all the blossoming romances twirling across the grounds, none was so requited as Draco and the one willowing beauty his heart was sold to. She stood 24 foot tall, made of wood and sexually beckoned Draco with a long stem as he drifted onto the grounds.
They remember the first time they met. Draco's eyes locked with a section of bark and it was love at first sight. He reached out his hand to another section of bark and tenderly brushed his hand against the roughness of her "skin". He lent forward unfazed by the comments and gasps of horror from onlookers, and pressed his moistened lips tenderly against a third section of rough bark, dragging his lower lip across her texture before following that gentle movement with his tongue. That day was his first experience of tongue splinters :)
at this point everyone who isn't morally fucked up stops reading
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(A/N) just no.