Hello! Here is the next installment in The Black Mamba.
I would like to warn that things get a little umm.. weird.. Like bestiality in a way since Draco is still in the form of a snake. So if that is not your cuppa tea then I suggest you proceed with CAUTION!
Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. I do not own Harry Potter nor do I make any money from this writing.
Dexter? Harry asked worriedly as he lightly probed his silver snake. Harry stared at the snake as he didn't move. Dexter? Harry asked a little more frantically as he picked the snake up and head the little head level with his eyes. The black eyes were glazed and unfocused.
"Shit! I killed my snake! Hold on Dexter! I just need too… Oh Jesus what in the fuck do I do?" Harry exclaimed as he carefully, but quickly put the snake down, and looked around for the book that Russ had given him about Black Mambas. Harry figures that there had to be something helpful in the book, but the damn thing was no where in sight; it was like the bloody thing had disappeared off the face of the bloody earth. "Where in the hell is it?" Harry screamed in frustration as he started throwing his belongings around. Shirts, shoes, and pants went flying as Harry scavenged through his desk and closet throwing anything in the way out of the way. In reality he was just making it harder to find the book, but Harry was worried and a little frantic.
"Okay think Harry. What did you do when you got here? You walked inside the house, bullshitted an answer to Auntie, and then came up here and talked to a snake that is dying or unconscious because of something that you fucking forgot to do! What am I missing? I had to of placed that fucking book somewhere…" Harry groaned in frustration and straightened up; this was not helping. The god damn book wasn't in the closet. Harry pulled his hair and stood stock still in his room. "Jesus I am going to pull my hair out by the roots at the end of this," Harry thought as he winced and ran his hands through his already fucked look hair repeatedly. "Think, think, think."
Harry walked in a tight circle, pacing rapidly. He stopped all of the sudden with wide eyes and hit himself on the forehead as an epiphany overcame him. "You dumbass. You never emptied your pockets out." Harry jumped into action like he had been electrocuted, and pulled his pockets so they were inside out. Everything came tumbling out and went on the floor where Harry proceeded to paw through the items frantically on his knees. Finally he found the book, and went to enlarge the book, but froze. Of all of the shittest fucking things that could have happened right now. Harry groaned and flopped back to sit back on his arse. I will get in so much trouble if I do magic; I have already pushed my limits with the Ministry as is. Stupid Russ, shrinking the god damn pet supplies and book!
Harry fumed as he sat on his arse on the floor and glared at the offending objects laying shrunk in front of him. "Fucking Merlin's balls," Harry hissed angrily as he shoved the little book away with a huff; Harry glared even harder when the little shrunk book opened. The print was too small to read. Now what do I fucking do? I cannot let Dexter die; he was expensive!
Harry continued to stare at the items that lie on his floor with a vengeance. A little cage full of mice for food, a heat lamp that supposedly Dexter had become quite fond of, a bowl for water, the book about Black Mambas, another book about snake bonds, a blanket, some snake treats that Harry didn't even know existed, and a unshrunk business card with Russ's number. "Fucking useless items," Harry growled as he closed his eyes in frustration. His body filled up with guilt and despair at the thought that he was already going to loose his first pet and snake mate. While the thought of having a snake for a mate was a little disturbing, the little guy would have been good company and Harry had found his temper and sharp words endearing. Ironically, Dexter reminded Harry a lot of Draco with his silver scales, quick words, and short temper.
Harry put his elbows on his knees and let his face flop into his hands. I am sorry Dexter. Harry thought pitifully as he drowned himself in despair; it was his entire fault. A knock on Harry's door had the thoughts of death pushed to the side for a little bit. The door opened and Harry's Aunt stuck her head in.
"Harry, you have a phone call from a person named Hermonie," Petunia said as she held the phone out into the room.
A light bulb went off in Harry's head.
"The business card!" Harry screamed as his eyes located the card and he grabbed it with a cry. He stood up quickly and stumbled to the door to the get the phone ignoring the weird look that his aunt was giving him.
"Teenagers," Petunia mumbled with an eye roll as Harry grabbed the phone and she closed the door mumbling to herself as she walked back down to the living room so she could finish her show.
"Hermonie I will call you back in a bit," Harry said quickly and before she could reply he hung up and started to dial the number on the card. "Answer the phone," Harry murmured as the phone started to ring. "Answer the phone," Harry said again as the phone rang again. "Answer the god damn phone Russ!" Harry exclaimed as it rang for the last time.
"Russ's Snake Shop. This is Russ how can I help you?"
"Thank Salazar you answer Russ! Dexter passed out; I don't know what is wrong with him!" Harry said quickly as he tightened his grip on the phone as if he was trying to shove it in his ear so he could hear better.
"Umm… May I ask who this is?" Russ said warily.
Harry groaned knowing that more precious time was being wasted, "This is Harry; I just bought Dexter…Err…Beautiful from you."
"Oh Harry. Well why didn't you just say that in the first place?"
"Well I just forgot truthfully."
Russ sighed, "Understandable. Is everything okay?"
"No! Dexter is passed out on my bed! Everything was fine when we came home, and then he started to breathe really hard and then he just fucking passed out on my bed. I don't know what is wrong, and he isn't responding. Bloody hell Russ! Tell me what in the bloody fuckery I am supposed to do?" Harry exclaimed with a high pitched voice which showed Harry's fear of the situation.
"Harry, did you pay attention to me at all when I was talking to you in the store?" Russ said with slight aggravation.
"Yes of course I did!"
"Then what was the first thing that I told you that you had to do immediately once you got home?" Russ said a little exasperated and partly annoyed. This is exactly why Russ didn't like just giving anyone a snake; it only caused problems if they didn't know how to care correctly for it.
"You…Umm…Errr…I don't know. I can't remember," Harry whispered the last part.
Russ sighed and asked, "Were you paying attention at all when I was talking?"
"Yes!" Harry exclaimed, "You were just talking so damn fast and throwing so much information at me it was hard to retain it all. Not all of us are snake experts here. Just tell me what in the fuck is wrong with Dexter so that I can fix him!" Harry cried loudly. He was becoming really concerned about the time Dexter had been under; if Dexter was anything like humans then the longer that Dexter was under, the more damage that was done to his body. Harry also didn't know what was wrong with Dexter so his new snake could be dead for all that Harry knew.
Russ cleared his throat, "It is a simple problem that shouldn't take long to fix, but it is just…" Russ cleared his throat embarrassed.
"What? It is just what?"
"Do you remember when I was talking about your mate bond and how Beautiful, or err Dexter, is going to be doing instinctual actions around you?"
"Yes, yes," Harry said impatiently wanting Russ he was supposed to do to make Dexter better already.
Russ cleared his throat again, "Yes…Well then…You know how I said that in a mate bond the snake will need certain…Umm liquids from their human counterpart regularly?"
"Liquids?" Harry piped confused. He did not remember Russ talking about Dexter needing liquids. "I made sure that he wasn't thirsty when we got home, and I was about to set out his water bowl."
Russ groaned and Harry could hear a smacking sound over the phone. Harry assumed that Russ had just hit himself on the forehead in exasperation. "Great Mother of Circe! Of all of the blasted things that could happen on this day, and this is what I get. You are going to make me spell this out word for word aren't you?"
"Yes…Well I umm…Don't really know what you're talking about so yes," Harry whispered afraid of making Russ further angry. There was silence on the line. Harry heard Russ take a deep breath and let it out slowly and a little shakily.
"He needs your semen," Russ said with no emotion after a second.
Harry choked, "Excuse me?"
"Ugh do not make me say it again. You heard me."
"But…I umm…What? Semen?" Harry sputtered.
"You have to realize that you are in an animal mate bond with a snake; snakes do things differently than us humans so you are going to have to go through some embarrassing things in order to make Beautiful happy and fulfilled. One of the things that Beautiful needs from you is your blood, semen, and sometimes saliva regularly. Beautiful will be able to tell you how often he needs it when you wake him up. I am not going to lecture you about this again, so read the book that I gave you about snake bonds. Now I have to go, and you have a snake to…Feed."
Harry heard Russ move the phone away from his ear.
"Wait!" Harry exclaimed after his brain caught up with everything.
"Yes?" Russ chimed after a little sigh.
"What? I mean…How am I supposed to do this?" Harry said softly and very confused. Harry's brain was still trying to comprehend that he would have to give Dexter his semen, and that this would be a regular occurrence.
Silence on the phone line once again.
"You are seriously asking me how one jerks off?" Russ said incredulously, "You are a teenager; just think about some tits or a dick and get it up man. It is not that hard."
Harry groaned, thoroughly embarrassed, "That is not what I meant you bastard. I meant how in the hell am I supposed to give Dexter the…liquid."
"Beautiful will wake up when he smells that you are aroused and he will take care of everything after that," Russ said as he cleared his throat, "Now is that everything or do you need me to call Greg to help you get it up?"
Harry sputtered, "No, no I am good. Thank you Russ."
Russ hummed, "Oh and watch the fangs when he bites."
"What? What the fuck does he bite?" Harry shrieked in a high pitched voice, but there was no response. Russ had already hung up the phone. Harry breathed in shakily and turned around to face the bed. Dexter was still laying completely still on Harry's bed; his little body did not move an inch. There was no twitch of muscles or the forked tongue coming out to taste the air.
Harry looked up and closed his eyes. "Oh God, I cannot believe that I am seriously about to do this." Harry took a deep breath and looked warily at the bed once again; with slow and steady steps. Harry wandered over to his bed and sat on the edge as far away from Dexter as he could get. There was no way that he could actually wank when there was a snake right next to his thigh. Harry moved his body back so that his back was resting against his pillow and headboard; he shifted for a second and tried to get in the most comfortable position that he could. Obviously, it is hard to be relaxed and comfortable when you are about to jerk so that a snake can drink your semen.
With a shaky hand, Harry reached down and unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down. Every clink of the metal zipper going down seemed exemplified, and Harry felt his body start to break out in sweat as nerves and embarrassment overtook his body. Without thinking further about it, Harry reached down and ripped his shirt off to so that his nice washboard abs and toned pectorals were exposed to the cold air that made his nipples pebble immediately.
"Bloody hell Harry, it is just a wank. You are just wanking for fun not for some semen drinking snake that just mated with you. Bloody hell," Harry moaned as realization settled into his brain, "I am about to wank and give my fucking cream to a snake! A snake!" Harry breathed in deeply and let his head hit the headboard behind him; he spent a few seconds breathing in deeply to try to calm himself.
"Don't think about it, just do it; your snake needs your help. Just suck it up Harry," Harry whispered to himself as he lifted his hips and pulled his jeans and boxers down his hips and off of his legs. Harry shivered as the cold air hit his limp dick. Harry paused as his teeth bit into his bottom lip. "Okay well, fantasy time. You better damn well be worth this Dexter," Harry murmured as he closed his eyes and tried to relax.
He quickly filtered through his favorite fantasies; they were a wide variety. Some had men, some had women; it just depended on Harry's mood. Lately though Harry had noticed that picturing a perky pair of tits with hard nipples just begging to be sucked and nibbled on was not doing its job. Now the tits had become a pair of pectorals, and the nipples were obviously different. The muscles were harder, and the curves less. Harry wanted the hard and solid body underneath him; he didn't want soft and curvy.
Harry sighed and started up his mind with a woman spread eagle on his bed. He could picture it now; a dripping pussy just waiting for a tongue to spread it open, for the juices to be sucked up. Her chest would be heaving, her breasts shaking slightly as her chest moved up and down. He would run the tip of his dick in between her wet folds. She would shiver and arch up into him, begging for his cock to enter him.
Harry ran his hands down his chest, stopping to quirk his nipples. He huffed in annoyance when he realized that he still had his shirt on. He quickly took it off, and let his hands continue their descent. He spread his legs open as his hands reached his limp dick. Dammit. Harry said to himself. He sighed, and knew that a woman's body would not be working for him today. Instantly his mind transformed the woman into a man; hard, sweaty, and oh so muscular. Lusty eyes would stare up at Harry half lidded as Harry would trail kisses down the man's neck and chest stopping to suck at a dusty nipple reverently. The man would be holding onto Harry's shoulders desperately, pushing him down and encouraging Harry to suck his cock.
Harry's hands gripped his cock tight as he groaned in real life; Harry's cock was filling with blood rapidly. His legs spread themselves wider as Harry let his other hand start to fondle his balls, and his mind went further into the land of imagination.
Harry skipped ahead in the fantasy; not even noticing when the man's once blank face changed and became someone. The man's feet were on Harry's shoulders, making himself completely open to whatever Harry wanted to do and also allowing the easiest access for Harry to continue. Grey eyes stared down at Harry, encouraging and lusty as Harry pushed his cock forward, further sinking himself into that velvety tightness. Desperate moans would come from the grey eyed man as Harry bottomed out and held himself still.
Harry pumped his hand back and forth over his cock faster in real life. He was breathing heavily and his hips were thrusting rapidly into the hand that gripped his cock. He never even noticed when Dexter started to stir on the bed. Harry's legs were as wide as he could make them, and the tendons in Harry's neck were strained as the pleasure from a simple hand job and fantasy began to overtake Harry's mind. Harry threw his head back and hit the headboard without noticing that Dexter was now fully awake and slowly moving across the bed.
"Please, Harry, fuck me," the man would moan and beg as Harry would slowly pull out all the way and then slowly push back forward; the heat, the tightness would drive Harry crazy. The man, who now had blond hair, would thrash his head back and forth in desperation; his blond locks sticking slightly to his forehead as sweat made the strands wet. His voice would beg, words coming out of his mouth but none of them would make sense; the man would be incoherent in pleasure. Harry would continue to slowly fuck the blond haired and blue eyed man beneath him; not yet wanting to leave the tight heat that surrounded his cock so wonderfully.
Oh god, I fucking love this fantasy. Harry said to himself as he started pumping himself faster and moaned loudly. He could feel his orgasm coming on fast; the tightening of his stomach, the shrinkage of his balls, and the tingles that were spreading throughout his body. With one last pump of his hand and a twist of the wrist, Harry felt himself let go with a sharp cry of pleasure, but that was also right at the same time that he felt a sharp pinch on his cock as two hungry fangs sank into Harry's overheated skin.
I had decided that I hated Gryffindors even more. They were all imbeciles that never paid attention in class, and that was why they never did well because they couldn't bloody well retain the information that they were being taught! I knew that I was sulking, but seriously, I mean come on! Harry had let me pass out on his bed, and was doing absolutely bloody nothing but sitting on his floor staring at the items that he had pulled out of his pockets. I mean at least if I was with a Slytherin they would have called a pet shop or an adult for fucks sake.
It was weird that I was seeing and comprehending this scene before me because when one is passed out, one is not supposed to see or hear anything, but yet, here I am watching my loser of a mate sulk on the ground. I assume that I can only be in this partially awake state because of the mate bond; it was my job to always watch my mate. I just hoped that that didn't mean that I would also be watching Harry sleep at night; I needed my beauty sleep and heat lamp.
It was partially my fault too that I had passed out; I should have realized what was happening, but for Circe's sake I couldn't do everything for the boy who lived. It seemed to me like everyone always did everything for him so I had decided that Harry bloody Potter was going to have to take care of me. Now I was thinking that it might not be the best of moves to have the boy-who-lived-to-kill-snakes was not the smartest idea.
I watched as Harry let himself sulk in self-pity; obviously the boy didn't know what was wrong with me and I was still "passed out" and couldn't inform the idiot that I needed his semen. I chuckled in my head picturing his reaction when he actually managed to figure out that I needed his fluids; he would be disgusted but because of his Gryffindor sensibilities he would do it. Suddenly, Harry's door was opened after a brief knock and the horse like lady known as Harry's aunt, stuck her head in saying that Harry had a phone call from the Mudb…Muggleborn Hermonie. If I am going to be living with Harry then I guess that a lot of things will be changing. He would never accepted me calling his friend a Mudblood.
I was a little disgusted that my mate had already managed to change me so much; he shouldn't have that much influence over my life, but I knew that I had just as much power over him as he did me. And besides living with Potter would be so much better than living with my father; I shivered inside as I thought about the way that I had been treated. I knew that I should be very grateful that I had managed to get out; it was a miracle that I had escaped before I had been raped with my father standing over and watching impassively. Russ had managed to help heal the outside wounds, but somewhere deep inside my head, my subconscious was telling me that Harry would be the one to heal the inside problems.
My mate would be the one to help with the emotional and mental damage that I had suffered from because somehow when I had formed this bond with Harry, I knew that he had suffered from the same type of abuse too. Certainly now here as extreme as I had dealt with, but the point was that Harry could understand what I had been through. The mate bond was truly amazing; it showed me how compatible Harry and I actually are. I only wish that I had taken the time to find out that we were this compatible beforehand because now I was stuck as a bonded Black Mamba snake named Dexter for god knows how long. Harry had no idea that I was Draco Malfoy, and as of right now I planned to keep it that way. I had to show Harry first that I had changed before I could come out and say, "Look Harry, your snake mate is really not a snake, but a wizard that was in his animagus form and because we formed a mate bond when I was a snake we are now practically married!" I could see that conversation going real well. Not.
I knew that Harry would see it is as being deceitful that I wasn't telling him who I was, but I couldn't be thrown out on the streets again. I couldn't be given back to my father so soon; the longer that I could stay with Harry and away from my father the better. Harry could always throw me out later when I could actually somewhat support myself.
Who was I kidding? Support myself? The day that I would managed to figure out how to live reasonably would be the day that Harry told me that he loved me. I was hopeless. Sure I could manage to dress, feed and do basic work, but to not have the money, the power, the influence. It would eat away at me like bacteria decaying leaves which is slow.
Throughout my whole mentally ranting and thinking, I had been paying attention to Harry who was now looking a little green around the gills. Obviously Russ, who I assumed that Harry had called, had informed my dear mate that semen would be the only liquid that would wake me up. I mean come on Harry. Water, seriously? I sighed to myself as I watched Harry hang up the phone, and slowly turn around to stare at the bed where I was laying completely still. I chuckled in amusement in my head; my mate looked like death had warmed over. Poor kid.
I watched and chuckled as Harry looked up and closed his eyes. His husky voice said, "Oh God, I cannot believe that I am seriously about to do this." He then took a deep breath in and began to take cautious, but steady steps towards the bed. He sat hesitantly down on the edge of the bed and stared at me with a confused expression on his face. I took notice that he sat as far away from me as he could get. I wish that I had a camera; this shit was priceless.
He then decided to move even further away from me; backing his body up so that he was resting against the headboard. I wanted to huff in annoyance. Now I would have to actually slither to him when I woke up; I hoped that I had the energy to get to him. I chuckled when he then proceeded to shift to and fro for a second. Obviously he was uncomfortable with the situation, and to tell you the truth I was a little too. The snake instincts were taking away most of my disgust at the thought of drinking down Harry's essence, but there was still the little human part of me that was recoiling violently. I mean if you think about it, cum is not the best tasting and I am gunna have to drink a whole load full ever couple days.
Save me now Salazar. I moaned to myself as I watched Harry reach down and unbutton his jeans, the zipper shortly following, and then his shirt coming off too. I am about to watching Harry Potter wank so that he can feed me his essence. I am going to be scared for life. That is if I even manage to wake up! I knew that if I could taste the air with my tongue I could taste nerves and embarrassment that Harry's body seemed to be oozing. Meanwhile I found this situation completely hilarious with a little embarrassment mixed in.
I started laughing when harry decided that he needed to give himself a pep-talk. Oh Salazar, I wonder if I can preserve these memories and sell them once I am a wizard again. "Bloody hell Harry, it is just a wank. You are just wanking for fun not for some semen drinking snake that just mated with you. Bloody hell." Harry moaned, and I busted out laughing even harder inside. I had thought that harry had come to accept what was about to happen, but I guess the full impact of what was happening just hit him.
"I am about to wank and give my fucking cream to a snake! A snake!" Harry continued to rant and then he breathed in deeply and let his head hit the headboard behind him. I watched as he continued to breathe in deeply, calming himself down rather quickly given the situation. I, of course, wanted to tell him to hurry up and wank so I could bite him for his incompetence.
"Don't think about it, just do it; your snake needs your help. Just suck it up Harry," He whispered to himself as he lifted his hips and pulled his jeans and boxers down his hips and off of his legs. I was glad that my eyes were on the sides of my heads; otherwise I would not have been able to see the godliness that was Harry stinkin' Potter. I had to give it to him; he had filled out nicely and those Goosebumps that were breaking out all over his lower half were just making my dry mouth water. It also didn't help that Harry then proceeded to bite his teeth into his bottom lip. "Okay well, fantasy time. You better damn well be worth this Dexter," My mate murmured as he closed his eyes and tried to relax.
I hope that it is a nice fantasy o' mate of mine, I said as I watched Harry, because it won't be a fantasy when I wake up and get a hold of your cock.
I could tell that he was struggling to find the right scene in his head, and briefly I wondered if it was a woman or a man that he was thinking about. Or maybe it would be both. I felt my body start to tingle as Harry became aroused; he had obviously found the right fantasy in his head. I watched with hungry eyes as his legs spread themselves apart and stayed. I had the perfect view of everything. The bed started to rock a little as Harry's hips started to rise off of the bed so that he could thrust into his hand. The hand that was gripping his cock hard was moving up and down faster and faster, and the pre-cum started to dribble down hitting his hand. I watched with lusty and hungry eyes.
The tingles in my body began to build; it was like my whole body had fallen asleep from the lack of blood and now the blood was rushing to return. The pins and needles feeling was almost unbearable, but the smell, oh the smell, in the air made it all worth it. Harry smelt amazing or to be more specific Harry's pre-cum smelt amazing. I felt my snake instincts completely over, and just like that my venom was retreating from my fangs and I was slithering across the bedspread with my mouth open, panting like I was a bitch in heat, and my hood flaring at random intervals.
I waited with abated breath as Harry's back arched and moans of pleasure continued to escape from Harry's throat. They seemed to be increasing in interval so I knew that he was getting close, and there was also the fact that a little voice in the back of my head was telling me that he was. It was weird, but I guess that because of the mate bond, I would always be able to tell when Harry was wanking and coming. Just the information that I wanted to know all the time too.
I positioned myself so that I could strike just at the right time; I knew that I couldn't sink my teeth until Harry was coming or he would feel great pain and his dick would shrivel up faster that water would dry up in the desert. And that obviously meant that I wouldn't get my semen, and I would stuck in that almost coma state again. And that my friends was not happening on my watch.
"Draco…" Harry whispered as he arched his back, letting out a tell of pleasure. Obviously he was not aware of saying anything because he was still wanking; I was a little shocked that he had said my name which meant that I was the man in his fantasy. I smiled smug; I was in Harry Potter's fantasies. Ha take that Weaselette! I sung in my head gleefully. I am in Harry's fantasy and you are not! Winner winner chicken dinner!
And with that last thought, Harry screamed in pleasure and I struck, sinking my fangs in right behind the head of Harry's cock. I unhinged my jaw quickly, my mouth completely surrounding Harry's thick cock, and started to swallow the thick streams of semen that flowed out. I knew that I was starting to glow as I continued to swallow Harry's essence; my body was absorbing Harry's magic and due to the excess that the powerful wizard provided, my body had to get rid of it by glowing. I only hoped that I didn't glow for hours on end.
Finally Harry slumped down, his orgasm coming to an end.
"Bloody hell," He moaned as he closed his eyes. His breath was coming in pants as he tried to catch his breath, and he was covered in a thin layer of sweat. I went to try to pull from Harry's dick, but for some reason my fangs wouldn't come out of Harry. I felt bad for the guy; it had to bloody hurt having a snake's fangs stuck in your dick. My small movement caused Harry to become aware of my presence.
"Feeling better then Dexter?" Harry asked in a tired voice.
Umm… Yes I am. Are you okay? I answered awkwardly because I mean, I still had my fangs buried deep in the guy's dick.
"I am doing just dandy," Harry said as he dragged a hand through his sweat drenched black locks. I once again moved my head, trying to pull my fangs out to no avail. And once again, Harry caught the movement. I guess that I was moving his dick too when I tried to pry my fangs. "What are you doing Dexter?" Harry asked as he opened his eyes.
I could only imagine what he saw. A six foot, black and very intimidating snake lying in between his legs with two giant fangs buried in the skin right behind the head of his cock. I am sure that it would scare and scar anyone. Harry's eyes widened and his mouth opened as he choked out a breath.
"Oh god…" Harry murmured and then his eyes rolled back in his head, and he was out cold. Thankfully when I tried to pull my fangs out, they came easily. I guess that Harry just had to see and accept that I was going to be drinking from his cock every couple days. I chuckled as I thought about all of the nice embarrassing dirt that I now hand about Harry; life was good. My tongue flickered out, the air tasting of sex, sweat, and cum. A shiver went down my scaly body. I was actually quite surprised at the taste of Harry. Maybe it was because I was a snake and I was Harry's mate, but he actually tasted quite, dare I say, good. I wouldn't mind tasting him again.
What a wimp. I thought as I stared at the boy-who-lived-to-pass-out. I only hoped that he wouldn't pass out again when I would ask him why he said the name Draco. This day just can't get any better. And with that I coiled myself onto Harry's stomach and waited for him to wake up.
Right. Well *blushes* I can't believe that I wrote that. *face palm* Don't judge me!
Until next time *hides behind couch*
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