"What's wrong with the old way? A little dry-humping, a quick lube spell, one, two, three fingers, then in?"
"You have been gone a while." Stop! Stop, I can't breathe, Luv! :D
"No way, Draco. Infidelity is the third rail of fan fiction." *howling*
"Oh, you've had your tonsils removed," he remarked. Dear, sweet God in Heaven, make it stop! My abdominals are about to collapse!
Draco tasted like a 1976 Château Rieussec, with a distinctive caramel flavour to the almost brown sugar and chocolatey fruit. Harry noticed some volatile acidity, but on the whole it was big, thick, juicy, and almost a hybrid cross between a Madeira and a Sauternes. Bwuhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhahahahahahahahahaha! Perhaps I meant, Dear sweet, Decadent Pan in Beychevelle 1947!
He paused, then admitted in a rush, "I'd love to revamp your wardrobe."
Harry sighed happily. "You do care, Draco!" Hahahahahaha!
Too clever by half, Luv. Your brilliance remains unshadowed by fan girling, confiscated manors (!) and implied het.
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"You have been gone a while."
Stop! Stop, I can't breathe, Luv! :D
"No way, Draco. Infidelity is the third rail of fan fiction."
*howling*
"Oh, you've had your tonsils removed," he remarked.
Dear, sweet God in Heaven, make it stop! My abdominals are about to collapse!
Draco tasted like a 1976 Château Rieussec, with a distinctive caramel flavour to the almost brown sugar and chocolatey fruit. Harry noticed some volatile acidity, but on the whole it was big, thick, juicy, and almost a hybrid cross between a Madeira and a Sauternes.
Bwuhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhahahahahahahahahaha! Perhaps I meant, Dear sweet, Decadent Pan in Beychevelle 1947!
He paused, then admitted in a rush, "I'd love to revamp your wardrobe."
Harry sighed happily. "You do care, Draco!"
Hahahahahaha!
Too clever by half, Luv. Your brilliance remains unshadowed by fan girling, confiscated manors (!) and implied het.