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Summary: Harry, Draco, and Ron are having fun with their woodies...
AN: This little bugger just hopped right into my head! I hope you like it! Please enjoy and don't forget... REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!
My Woody is Longer than Your Woody
Harry slowly fisted the long, hardened object in his clammy hands. He moved his fingers rhythmically: up and down, up and down. He stopped momentarily to apply a cool, sticky substance to his shaking hands. Then, he returned to his task. He ran his hands over the object again, rubbing the gel smoothly over its stiff surface.
"Potter," Draco whined. "Can't you hurry up?"
"I like to take my time, Malfoy," Harry replied, smiling. Then, he moved his fingers slower, teasing the other boy.
"I want to have this finished before Snape returns," Draco retorted, crossing his arms.
"You better listen to him, Harry," Ron chimed in. The red head quicky grabbed his own long, erect object and began pumping it furiously.
"Even Weasel agrees with me," Draco said, smirking.
"Fine!" Harry relented. He examined the lubricated object in his hands and smiled. "This could actually be called a woody, you know."
"Okay, Potter," Draco drawled, annoyed. "Finish that woody off."
"My woody is longer than your woody, Malfoy," Ron declared loudly. Draco glared at the boy and grimaced.
"But yours is so deformed," Draco replied, picking it up with two fingers. "It's all scratched. What is it? A hand-me-down from one of your older brothers?"
Ron huffed and snatched it out of Draco's hand. "Well, did you see the girth of Harry's?"
Harry blushed when Ron said this and tried to hide it from view.
"Don't be embarrassed," Draco whispered. "I am actually sort of jealous of your woody, Potter."
"Really?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Yes," Draco responded, nodding. "I've always had my eye on it. I've dreamed of it between my legs for years."
Harry's eyes bulged in shock and he refocused his attention on the woody in front of him. He slid his finger over it and stopped at the tip. Then, he began tapping it insistently.
"Gods, Potter!" Draco exclaimed. "That is driving me crazy! Just hurry up!"
"You just need some patience," Harry explained.
"Harry," Ron pleaded. "Snape will have our heads if he finds us like this!"
"And that could be very painful," Draco said, pondering.
"Okay," Harry surrendered. "Move your fists as fast as they can go and we'll probably all be finished!"
They all worked enthusiastically as they focused on their woodies.
"What is this?" bellowed Snape from the doorway. Each boy looked up shocked.
"W-we can explain, Professor," Draco stammered.
"I don't want your excuses, Mr. Malfoy," Snape replied with a wave of his hand. "I said that I wanted these broomsticks cleaned by the time that I returned and I meant it! Ten points from each of your houses for disobeying a teacher! Now finish your jobs!"
"Yes, Professor," they all replied, bowing their heads.
"I'll be back in thirty minutes," Snape growled, slamming the door. Draco immediately turned to Harry and glared.
"I told you!" Draco yelled, grabbing Harry's broom. He smacked the other boy with it and threw it on the floor.
"Geez, Malfoy," Harry said. "You don't have to be such a prick about it!"
AN: So, what did you think about that you little perves! Please review and maybe I'll do another trick! wink