Disclaimer: I own nothing except my plot less, plot. No sue, bad dog, go
away sue. GO! Nor do I own Chuck-E-Cheese. Last but not least I don't own
Cheaters the movie.
A/N: People aren't sending me reviews, they're e-mailing me about my whole ~foot fetish thing~. People listen up I don't like feet that much. (Someone asked if I would cyber suck his toes) the answer is NO!
A/N2: All flames were used for my birthday candles on Monday!
Now on with story. *Gives Draco's death glare to anyone who says this shit's not a story*
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"We're waiting," Ron got in his two words of the day.
"See, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon don't allow me to have money when I stay because their poor themselves. It's got to be the bacon is you ask me. I mean they buy it by the ton. Isn't that like cannibalism for them to eat pork?"
"Harry get back on track, and stop with the cute babbling," Draco pinched his ass to give him some incentive.
"You think my babblings cute? Most people just hit me when I keep on talking about something that's not the point. Oww!" Ron gave him a good rap up side the head with his dirty, full of holes, shoe.
"Anyway they pimped me out with some of my other cousins. Snape just happens to be one of my customers."
"Wait you have other cousins?" Ron blurted out now ruining my vision of him and his stupid one liners.
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The Author freezes the story for a sec. "Sorry Miss Author, all hale Chelsea," Ron proceeds to bow down and kiss my invisible feet.
"Ron's forgiven! You may get some extra lines."
"Really? Neat!"
"Okay there you go. That's all the extra lines you need!" Author unfreezes the story and we precede even though no one notices Ron's now gagged and bound to a tree. *Kinky*
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"Yes, I have other cousins. You have to have more than one whore for it to be a whore house. Duh!"
"Wait where do you live?" Draco looked like he swallowed something gooey, and it was hot and sticking to the back of his throat. *Hint Hint man I'm gross*
"Well I live on Pivot drive in number four, but the whore house is in the old play ground near where I live."
Draco moved uncomfortably, guess his stocking where riding up or his heels caught up on his stocking and made yet another run. "Does anyone ever come there with stupid pimp hats with long feathers?"
"Yeah I know him. Keeps his face hidden. Likes it when I yell smack that hot ass baby!" Harry acts as though he being a whore is the most normal thing ever.
"Just like my fucking dad to give me his mother fucking sloppy seconds! Oh well at least your hotter than the last one," Harry looks up from Draco's ass to his face.
"LAST ONE?"
"You're really hot though," Draco braced for impact.
"Oh well I fucked Snape, and you fucked whoever, guess were even," Harry then grabs his ass.
"Wrong ass!" Hermione yelled, as she ran into a vat quick drying cement that *just happened to be there*. Author then cackles with glee.
"Come on let's go home," Draco's now smiling as he now gets to fill Hermione's spot.
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"Hey Ron what are you doing?" It's that night and Harry hears grunting noises in Ron's closed canopy.
"Nothing uh just um doing stuff." Harry wants to be in on anything that Ron's doing because he's a follower most of the time unless he's playing Hero. So he opens the canopy and finds Ron with a large apple pie in his hands and crust all over his "Special Place".
"What are you doing? Oh wait never mind a pie!" Then a large dog appears from under the covers. "Sirius, what the fuck are you doing here?"
"Well see Ron and I hit off last time we met and he's got these great kinky fantasies."
"Okay I really don't want to think about that mental picture," Harry does think about that mental picture and finds his pants getting rather tight so he grabs Ron's porno magazine and closes his canopy. "Ron didn't I tell you not to get anymore DOG PORN!"
"Hey you didn't tell me you got the new Man's Best Friend in yet!" Seamus goes over Harry's bed, spends some time looking at Harry's nude form then takes the dog mag.
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I really didn't like this chapter but I've been awake for three days partying for my Birthday! Great now I'm old. Please review. I don't know how to make the line thing under the words, someone want to clue me in? Man's Best Friend is supposed to be underlined. I've never heard about that magazine I made it up if it's real I don't own it.
A/N: People aren't sending me reviews, they're e-mailing me about my whole ~foot fetish thing~. People listen up I don't like feet that much. (Someone asked if I would cyber suck his toes) the answer is NO!
A/N2: All flames were used for my birthday candles on Monday!
Now on with story. *Gives Draco's death glare to anyone who says this shit's not a story*
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"We're waiting," Ron got in his two words of the day.
"See, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon don't allow me to have money when I stay because their poor themselves. It's got to be the bacon is you ask me. I mean they buy it by the ton. Isn't that like cannibalism for them to eat pork?"
"Harry get back on track, and stop with the cute babbling," Draco pinched his ass to give him some incentive.
"You think my babblings cute? Most people just hit me when I keep on talking about something that's not the point. Oww!" Ron gave him a good rap up side the head with his dirty, full of holes, shoe.
"Anyway they pimped me out with some of my other cousins. Snape just happens to be one of my customers."
"Wait you have other cousins?" Ron blurted out now ruining my vision of him and his stupid one liners.
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The Author freezes the story for a sec. "Sorry Miss Author, all hale Chelsea," Ron proceeds to bow down and kiss my invisible feet.
"Ron's forgiven! You may get some extra lines."
"Really? Neat!"
"Okay there you go. That's all the extra lines you need!" Author unfreezes the story and we precede even though no one notices Ron's now gagged and bound to a tree. *Kinky*
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"Yes, I have other cousins. You have to have more than one whore for it to be a whore house. Duh!"
"Wait where do you live?" Draco looked like he swallowed something gooey, and it was hot and sticking to the back of his throat. *Hint Hint man I'm gross*
"Well I live on Pivot drive in number four, but the whore house is in the old play ground near where I live."
Draco moved uncomfortably, guess his stocking where riding up or his heels caught up on his stocking and made yet another run. "Does anyone ever come there with stupid pimp hats with long feathers?"
"Yeah I know him. Keeps his face hidden. Likes it when I yell smack that hot ass baby!" Harry acts as though he being a whore is the most normal thing ever.
"Just like my fucking dad to give me his mother fucking sloppy seconds! Oh well at least your hotter than the last one," Harry looks up from Draco's ass to his face.
"LAST ONE?"
"You're really hot though," Draco braced for impact.
"Oh well I fucked Snape, and you fucked whoever, guess were even," Harry then grabs his ass.
"Wrong ass!" Hermione yelled, as she ran into a vat quick drying cement that *just happened to be there*. Author then cackles with glee.
"Come on let's go home," Draco's now smiling as he now gets to fill Hermione's spot.
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"Hey Ron what are you doing?" It's that night and Harry hears grunting noises in Ron's closed canopy.
"Nothing uh just um doing stuff." Harry wants to be in on anything that Ron's doing because he's a follower most of the time unless he's playing Hero. So he opens the canopy and finds Ron with a large apple pie in his hands and crust all over his "Special Place".
"What are you doing? Oh wait never mind a pie!" Then a large dog appears from under the covers. "Sirius, what the fuck are you doing here?"
"Well see Ron and I hit off last time we met and he's got these great kinky fantasies."
"Okay I really don't want to think about that mental picture," Harry does think about that mental picture and finds his pants getting rather tight so he grabs Ron's porno magazine and closes his canopy. "Ron didn't I tell you not to get anymore DOG PORN!"
"Hey you didn't tell me you got the new Man's Best Friend in yet!" Seamus goes over Harry's bed, spends some time looking at Harry's nude form then takes the dog mag.
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I really didn't like this chapter but I've been awake for three days partying for my Birthday! Great now I'm old. Please review. I don't know how to make the line thing under the words, someone want to clue me in? Man's Best Friend is supposed to be underlined. I've never heard about that magazine I made it up if it's real I don't own it.