Happy Birthday Alaana!!!
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marguerite_26Happy Birthday Alaana!!! I had hoped you would get a chance to read this before hopping on the plane, but I'm afraid that might not happen. Maybe someone will print it and slip it to you over Margaritas. :D
Title: Professor Potter’s First Day
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, age disparity
Word Count: ~1700
Pairing: Harry/Scorpius
Summary: It is Professor Potter’s first day as guest lecturer and Scorpius wants him to do well.
Author's Note: For the lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alaana_fair. Happy Birthday! As requested, this is a little PWP excerpt from the Seventeen series. Though this story does stand on its own (kinda), it is intended to be read after The Silver Knickers.
Beta credit tosilenceofcedars and piratesmile331, thank you both so much!
Professor Potter’s First Day
Scorpius was seriously questioning the cleverness behind this clever plan. He knew Harry was nervous and he wanted desperately to show his support, but there hadn’t been time! Professor Korman had assigned fifty centimeters (fifty centimeters!) on the risks of Thaumogenesis, due in Monday afternoon’s Charms. Al hadn’t let Scorpius out of his sight all weekend.
Scorpius and Harry had worked hard to be discreet these last few weeks; he wasn’t about to blow it by making Al suspicious that he had a ‘secret paramour’ again. But now, having Harry right here in the castle was making discretion (by which he meant barely ever talking to each other) far more difficult than Scorpius expected.
Scorpius shifted uncomfortably in the confined space. The floor was hard and cold on his knees. He was going to get arthritis. This was for Harry, he reminded himself. It would all be worth it.
If Harry ever arrived, that is.
Hogwarts was abuzz with the rumour that the Great Harry Potter would be guest lecturing to prepare for the twenty-fifth anniversary of the re-opening of Hogwarts. Harry’s first lecture to start a week of History of Magic lessons was this morning. It wouldn’t do for the Professor to be late. Actually, Scorpius had counted on Harry being early. He had assumed that Harry would have a quick breakfast and slip into the classroom to review his lecture notes before the students arrived.
It was a perfectly logical assumption. And now Harry was acting unpredictable and Scorpius was seriously questioning why he’d gone through the trouble of blowing off his friends, stealing Al’s invisibility cloak and hiding under a desk when he could be having a leisurely breakfast. Just like Harry, apparently.
The massive wooden door to the History of Magic classroom creaked open and a familiar confident stride told him he wasn’t wrong at all, just a little off on the timing. A cool tickle started at the base of his neck as insecurity suddenly flooded through him.
The chair in front of him pulled out and a second later he had to dodge a pair of knees cramming into the already occupied spot beneath the desk.
A loud thud echoed around him as a briefcase hit the top of the desk, Harry cleared his throat, parchment rustled, a quill scratched.
And Harry cleared his throat, again. It was an odd nervous habit of his. Scorpius and Al would look at each other in dread when they heard that sound outside Al’s bedroom door. One time, they’d heard it three times in quick succession before the door had opened and Harry (Mr. Potter, then) had walked in carrying Al’s porn collection. It had been found – apparently by Lily – in the not-so-secret hiding spot in the attic during spring cleaning.
The quill scratched some more on the wood directly above Scorpius’s head. Harry cleared his throat. Again.
After taking a deep breath, Scorpius reached out and gently grabbed Harry’s knee.
The knee flew upwards, banging into the desk. Harry’s jump sent both Harry and the chair tumbling to the floor, and his wand pointed expertly at the invisible Scorpius. It occurred to Scorpius then that he probably should have spoken first before startling Harry Potter.
Peeking out from behind the invisibility cloak, he whispered, “Harry, I’m sorry. It’s just me.”
Still sprawled on the floor, Harry lowered his wand and caught his breath. “Scorpius!” He panted, “Scorpius, you nearly got yourself hexed to within an inch of your life. What are you doing? I have class in ten minutes.”
“Well, I though you’d be earlier than this! I figured you’d come here to get ready and I could wish you good luck.” –Scorpius paused dramatically and pouted his bottom lip– “Maybe help you relax a bit.”
Harry’s eyes widened. “Oh no, Scorpius, really this is not the time.” Harry explained with that tone parents use, . The one custom-made for a child wanting to go play another game of Quidditch before bed.
Scorpius stared at the floor. The burning in his chest at the rejection was festering, but he refused to think on it. “I just hate to see you so nervous,” he said in a soft voice, praying for his eyes to stop stinging. He had a valid reason for being here. He was not a child looking for attention. “Your first class is Slytherin/Gryffindor. You need to choose your words carefully so that you aren’t making the war an extension of house rivalries. You’re going to need to be sharp, not fumbling for words. They’ll eat you alive with how nervous you are.”
“I’m going to fumble my words if I’m lecturing half-hard because I’m picturing you beneath my desk.”
Scorpius smirked and glanced down at Harry’s crotch. The tightness in his chest released, a bit.
“No, you don’t.” Before Scorpius could get a proper look, Harry was standing, righting the chair and placing it in front of him like a big wooden chastity belt.
“Thank you, I appreciate what you–” Harry stopped at the squeak of the door.
Two young girls entered, their heads bent together oblivious to anything other than a juicy bit of gossip they were likely sharing.
Harry’s eyes darted to his desk but Scorpius had already covered himself with the cloak. Scorpius made no move to leave.
Harry reluctantly moved his chair back to his desk and sat. This time when Scorpius placed his hand on Harry’s knee, there was only the slightest reflexive jolt. Harry cleared his throat. It sounded like a nervous plea.
Scorpius ignored it.
This was going to help Harry be amazing. He would be grateful. Eventually.
Scorpius cast a whispered Silencio around the desk, so the girls would not hear the zipper being lowered.
He pictured Harry’s hands spread wide on the top of his desk, knuckles white and finger tips red as he pressed them hard against the grain, trying not to move a muscle. Maybe he was biting his lip to stop the groan, his eyes staring unseeing at his precious notes.
Scorpius edged down Harry’s pants just to the base of his cock, just enough that he could wrap his fingers around it and tilt it forward.
Harry was almost fully erect by the time Scorpius’s lips closed over the tip. He swirled his tongue around the bulb and then teased the slit with quick flicks.
Harry’s legs opened wider, his hips tilting a fraction. Still, he made no sound.
Scorpius plunged forward, letting the cock slide past the small ‘o’ of his lips.
The door opened again; a boisterous conversation regarding all the sordid details of who had just been fired by the Cannons broke through the near silence of the classroom.
Scorpius didn’t care. All that mattered was the weight of the prick in his mouth. He needed to do this fast and hard. He sucked in his cheeks, relaxed his throat and let the cock bump the roof of his mouth. Tightening his lips further, he pulled back and plunged forward again and again. Every few strokes he would pull out entirely and tickle and tease from base to tip with feather light swipes of his tongue, before swallowing him again.
The noise of the classroom increased with each new student. There was jeering about the next match, whose Keeper was useless and whose Beater was a cheat. He wondered if Harry had broken into a sweat, if his eyes were shut tight. It wouldn’t be long now.
His jaw ached. He would be hoarse for the next few days. Again and again he increased his sucking and his speed and his depth, pounding the cock against the back of this throat until his eyes watered.
Still, Harry made no sound. Then suddenly the tiniest tilt of Harry’s hips and his legs were trembling and Scorpius’s mouth was filled. He swallowed all he could; what he couldn’t dripped down his chin and onto Al’s cloak.
Gently he licked the cock clean, tucked it into Harry’s pants and carefully raised the zip.
Scorpius had barely caught his breath when Harry’s chair pulled away and his small space was flooded with light.
The classroom quieted immediately.
When Harry spoke his voice was strong and sure.
“Good morning class. My name is Harry Potter.” –he paused for the gasps and murmurs to die down– “You have all heard at least something of me and of the war that took place here, within the very walls of this school. I am here this week to set the record straight and to give you a true history lesson.”
Scorpius let the voice wash over him. Harry Potter in his element was a thing of beauty. He carried authority like some men wore well-tailored robes. You couldn’t help but pause and appreciate. Scorpius’s cheeks were hot with desire and lust and pride.
He cast a cushioning charm on the floor beneath him. He could think of no better way to spend the next hour: with his hand on his cock, listening to the deep, smooth voice of his boyfriend, the Savior of the Wizarding World.
~fin~
Read the next installment: All the Time in the World
Title: Professor Potter’s First Day
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, age disparity
Word Count: ~1700
Pairing: Harry/Scorpius
Summary: It is Professor Potter’s first day as guest lecturer and Scorpius wants him to do well.
Author's Note: For the lovely
alaana_fair. Happy Birthday! As requested, this is a little PWP excerpt from the Seventeen series. Though this story does stand on its own (kinda), it is intended to be read after The Silver Knickers.Beta credit to
silenceofcedars and piratesmile331, thank you both so much!Professor Potter’s First Day
Scorpius was seriously questioning the cleverness behind this clever plan. He knew Harry was nervous and he wanted desperately to show his support, but there hadn’t been time! Professor Korman had assigned fifty centimeters (fifty centimeters!) on the risks of Thaumogenesis, due in Monday afternoon’s Charms. Al hadn’t let Scorpius out of his sight all weekend.
Scorpius and Harry had worked hard to be discreet these last few weeks; he wasn’t about to blow it by making Al suspicious that he had a ‘secret paramour’ again. But now, having Harry right here in the castle was making discretion (by which he meant barely ever talking to each other) far more difficult than Scorpius expected.
Scorpius shifted uncomfortably in the confined space. The floor was hard and cold on his knees. He was going to get arthritis. This was for Harry, he reminded himself. It would all be worth it.
If Harry ever arrived, that is.
Hogwarts was abuzz with the rumour that the Great Harry Potter would be guest lecturing to prepare for the twenty-fifth anniversary of the re-opening of Hogwarts. Harry’s first lecture to start a week of History of Magic lessons was this morning. It wouldn’t do for the Professor to be late. Actually, Scorpius had counted on Harry being early. He had assumed that Harry would have a quick breakfast and slip into the classroom to review his lecture notes before the students arrived.
It was a perfectly logical assumption. And now Harry was acting unpredictable and Scorpius was seriously questioning why he’d gone through the trouble of blowing off his friends, stealing Al’s invisibility cloak and hiding under a desk when he could be having a leisurely breakfast. Just like Harry, apparently.
The massive wooden door to the History of Magic classroom creaked open and a familiar confident stride told him he wasn’t wrong at all, just a little off on the timing. A cool tickle started at the base of his neck as insecurity suddenly flooded through him.
The chair in front of him pulled out and a second later he had to dodge a pair of knees cramming into the already occupied spot beneath the desk.
A loud thud echoed around him as a briefcase hit the top of the desk, Harry cleared his throat, parchment rustled, a quill scratched.
And Harry cleared his throat, again. It was an odd nervous habit of his. Scorpius and Al would look at each other in dread when they heard that sound outside Al’s bedroom door. One time, they’d heard it three times in quick succession before the door had opened and Harry (Mr. Potter, then) had walked in carrying Al’s porn collection. It had been found – apparently by Lily – in the not-so-secret hiding spot in the attic during spring cleaning.
The quill scratched some more on the wood directly above Scorpius’s head. Harry cleared his throat. Again.
After taking a deep breath, Scorpius reached out and gently grabbed Harry’s knee.
The knee flew upwards, banging into the desk. Harry’s jump sent both Harry and the chair tumbling to the floor, and his wand pointed expertly at the invisible Scorpius. It occurred to Scorpius then that he probably should have spoken first before startling Harry Potter.
Peeking out from behind the invisibility cloak, he whispered, “Harry, I’m sorry. It’s just me.”
Still sprawled on the floor, Harry lowered his wand and caught his breath. “Scorpius!” He panted, “Scorpius, you nearly got yourself hexed to within an inch of your life. What are you doing? I have class in ten minutes.”
“Well, I though you’d be earlier than this! I figured you’d come here to get ready and I could wish you good luck.” –Scorpius paused dramatically and pouted his bottom lip– “Maybe help you relax a bit.”
Harry’s eyes widened. “Oh no, Scorpius, really this is not the time.” Harry explained with that tone parents use, . The one custom-made for a child wanting to go play another game of Quidditch before bed.
Scorpius stared at the floor. The burning in his chest at the rejection was festering, but he refused to think on it. “I just hate to see you so nervous,” he said in a soft voice, praying for his eyes to stop stinging. He had a valid reason for being here. He was not a child looking for attention. “Your first class is Slytherin/Gryffindor. You need to choose your words carefully so that you aren’t making the war an extension of house rivalries. You’re going to need to be sharp, not fumbling for words. They’ll eat you alive with how nervous you are.”
“I’m going to fumble my words if I’m lecturing half-hard because I’m picturing you beneath my desk.”
Scorpius smirked and glanced down at Harry’s crotch. The tightness in his chest released, a bit.
“No, you don’t.” Before Scorpius could get a proper look, Harry was standing, righting the chair and placing it in front of him like a big wooden chastity belt.
“Thank you, I appreciate what you–” Harry stopped at the squeak of the door.
Two young girls entered, their heads bent together oblivious to anything other than a juicy bit of gossip they were likely sharing.
Harry’s eyes darted to his desk but Scorpius had already covered himself with the cloak. Scorpius made no move to leave.
Harry reluctantly moved his chair back to his desk and sat. This time when Scorpius placed his hand on Harry’s knee, there was only the slightest reflexive jolt. Harry cleared his throat. It sounded like a nervous plea.
Scorpius ignored it.
This was going to help Harry be amazing. He would be grateful. Eventually.
Scorpius cast a whispered Silencio around the desk, so the girls would not hear the zipper being lowered.
He pictured Harry’s hands spread wide on the top of his desk, knuckles white and finger tips red as he pressed them hard against the grain, trying not to move a muscle. Maybe he was biting his lip to stop the groan, his eyes staring unseeing at his precious notes.
Scorpius edged down Harry’s pants just to the base of his cock, just enough that he could wrap his fingers around it and tilt it forward.
Harry was almost fully erect by the time Scorpius’s lips closed over the tip. He swirled his tongue around the bulb and then teased the slit with quick flicks.
Harry’s legs opened wider, his hips tilting a fraction. Still, he made no sound.
Scorpius plunged forward, letting the cock slide past the small ‘o’ of his lips.
The door opened again; a boisterous conversation regarding all the sordid details of who had just been fired by the Cannons broke through the near silence of the classroom.
Scorpius didn’t care. All that mattered was the weight of the prick in his mouth. He needed to do this fast and hard. He sucked in his cheeks, relaxed his throat and let the cock bump the roof of his mouth. Tightening his lips further, he pulled back and plunged forward again and again. Every few strokes he would pull out entirely and tickle and tease from base to tip with feather light swipes of his tongue, before swallowing him again.
The noise of the classroom increased with each new student. There was jeering about the next match, whose Keeper was useless and whose Beater was a cheat. He wondered if Harry had broken into a sweat, if his eyes were shut tight. It wouldn’t be long now.
His jaw ached. He would be hoarse for the next few days. Again and again he increased his sucking and his speed and his depth, pounding the cock against the back of this throat until his eyes watered.
Still, Harry made no sound. Then suddenly the tiniest tilt of Harry’s hips and his legs were trembling and Scorpius’s mouth was filled. He swallowed all he could; what he couldn’t dripped down his chin and onto Al’s cloak.
Gently he licked the cock clean, tucked it into Harry’s pants and carefully raised the zip.
Scorpius had barely caught his breath when Harry’s chair pulled away and his small space was flooded with light.
The classroom quieted immediately.
When Harry spoke his voice was strong and sure.
“Good morning class. My name is Harry Potter.” –he paused for the gasps and murmurs to die down– “You have all heard at least something of me and of the war that took place here, within the very walls of this school. I am here this week to set the record straight and to give you a true history lesson.”
Scorpius let the voice wash over him. Harry Potter in his element was a thing of beauty. He carried authority like some men wore well-tailored robes. You couldn’t help but pause and appreciate. Scorpius’s cheeks were hot with desire and lust and pride.
He cast a cushioning charm on the floor beneath him. He could think of no better way to spend the next hour: with his hand on his cock, listening to the deep, smooth voice of his boyfriend, the Savior of the Wizarding World.
~fin~
Read the next installment: All the Time in the World
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Date: 2008-10-31 01:32 pm (UTC)Peace,
Bubba
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Date: 2008-10-31 01:46 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-10-31 01:45 pm (UTC)I didn't realize she would be leaving today or I would have posted earlier. ps: give her big hugs for me, kay?
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Date: 2008-10-31 01:44 pm (UTC)Alaana's a very lucky birthday girl!
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Date: 2008-10-31 01:51 pm (UTC)Thanks so much. I'm thrilled you liked this little taste. There will be a fourth fic for sure before Christmas. Then we'll see...
:D
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Date: 2008-10-31 01:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-31 02:01 pm (UTC)Thanks Ann, I'm so glad you liked. ps: I cannot wait for cross gen reveals!! I wanna know what you wrote! :D
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Date: 2008-10-31 03:25 pm (UTC)Thank you, glad you liked!
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Date: 2008-10-31 04:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-01 01:29 am (UTC)Thanks so much for reading. Glad you liked. :D
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Date: 2008-10-31 04:23 pm (UTC)OTP 4EvA!!!
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Date: 2008-11-01 01:32 am (UTC)Thanks so much Bryoney! I'm thrilled that you like it.
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Date: 2008-10-31 06:21 pm (UTC)Anna
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Date: 2008-11-01 01:36 am (UTC)*squishes you*
ps: I love Scorpius's insecurity/bravado. Scorpius can never really forget that they aren't equals in this. Not yet.
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Date: 2008-10-31 07:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-01 01:38 am (UTC)I ♥ my insecure Scorp. Poor little thing just wanted to give a blow job. :D
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Date: 2008-10-31 07:53 pm (UTC)<3 this arc!
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Date: 2008-11-01 01:39 am (UTC)Thanks so much. I'm thrilled that you are enjoying these little fics so much. They are a ton of fun to write.
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Date: 2008-10-31 07:53 pm (UTC)Wonderful last line! And Scorpius' plan did work! Great job!!
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Date: 2008-11-01 01:40 am (UTC)I love Scorp thinking of Harry as a boyfriend. *g*
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Date: 2008-10-31 11:25 pm (UTC)Just . . . *GUH*
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Date: 2008-11-01 01:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-01 02:06 pm (UTC)Oh my.*Fans self furiously* Scorpius IS one clever boy isn't he. *G* I absolutely loved this. (Damn who couldn't love Scorpius under a desk with Harry's cock in his mouth?!?!?) And I loved that Scorpius could tell that Harry was nervous and then how he got off on Harry's confidence later. Although I suspect Scorpius will be up against the wall with his trousers around his ankles as soon as those doors close at the end of class. *g* I hope he doesn't get into to much trouble for being late for his next class. LOL!
Thank you so much, hon. *squishes you silly*
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Date: 2008-11-03 01:36 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you liked.
Although I suspect Scorpius will be up against the wall with his trousers around his ankles as soon as those doors close at the end of class.
guh! What an image. where's an artist when you need one. :D
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Date: 2008-11-03 04:40 am (UTC)Tthe one custom-made for a child wanting to go play another game of Quidditch before teabed.
Lose the extra "t" in "The". And what is a teabed? *lol*
He swallowed all could
He swallowed all he could...
*doffs beta hat*
It's a wonderful fic. So hot. And I agree that Scorpius is going to find himself pinned to the nearest wall or desk when the lecture is over.
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Date: 2008-11-03 01:33 pm (UTC)Thanks dear for re-reading. I am so blind sometimes.
ps: we need to discuss the next part! 'tis your Christmas prezzie. And you get input, if you like. :D
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Date: 2008-12-17 05:11 pm (UTC)I love the beginning, with Scorpius waiting there on his knees for Harry - what a delicious set-up. And Harry wanting to say no (only not really) and Scorpius taking advantage and doing it anyway, sucking him off quick-and-dirty style. So hot. Also, I love that it obviously did help Harry relax before his class, and wasn't just Scorpius wanting to fulfill a fantasy. It's so sweet and hot and OMG I JUST LOVE YOU SO MUCH I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT ONE! *makes grabby hands*
ETA: You know, I had to do a quick edit to tell you how much I adore the way you do PWP. It's short and porny and OMG SO FUCKING HOT but it's within the context of a bigger story, and I feel like I know some of that story without needing it told to me. I don't feel like this is just pretty boy A and pretty man B getting it on in a vacuum, I feel like they're real people who we're just catching at a very sexy moment. Not many people can do that, you know. *loves*
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Date: 2008-12-17 06:59 pm (UTC)I don't feel like this is just pretty boy A and pretty man B getting it on in a vacuum, I feel like they're real people who we're just catching at a very sexy moment ::beams:: thank you so much. You have totally and completely made my day.
And now that I've pumped the sick little one full of antibiotics and sent him for a nap, I will try to work on the next fic. I really hope to have it done for Christmas. but... yikes... that is coming up fast!
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Date: 2009-03-10 02:57 pm (UTC)Thanks, babe!
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Date: 2009-03-10 02:58 pm (UTC)Scorpius is completely smitten. A total perv, but completely smitten. *g*
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Date: 2009-03-10 03:00 pm (UTC)I loved playing with different aspects of both Harry and Scorp in this series. Glad it worked for you. ♥
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Date: 2009-07-30 04:48 pm (UTC)I wanted this to be an 'outtake of sorts. It was meant to be a three fic arc, but I slipped this one in-between just as a b-day gift. So that's why the POV flip. I'm so glad it worked. :)
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Date: 2009-05-27 03:23 am (UTC)I hope Scorp washed that invisibility cloak before he gives it back to Al. The Semen dribbles might start a very uncomfortable conversation, that Scorp won't be able to get out of with just a dare.
I'm sure Harry's face would of been priceless, having just received a fantastic blowjob and knowing that Scorpius was under his desk the whole lesson.
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Date: 2009-07-30 04:51 pm (UTC)hahhaha! Very good point. ;)
Thanks for all the lovely comments, brissygirl. Sorry it's take so long to get to replying.
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Date: 2010-02-01 07:24 am (UTC)The second time around, this fic is not just hot, it's also unbelievably /cute/! <3 Thanks so much for sharing this with us. *HUG*