"I don't believe it. Look, Potter! There is a pink unicorn in the sky! Flying! Just there." Draco pointed to a space beyond and above Potter's left shoulder.
Potter frowned at him. "That won't work on me. What are you trying to distract me from?"
Draco rolled his eyes. Honestly, the prat was far too suspicious for his own good. Or for Draco's own good, which was the important bit.
"I'm not joking, Potter. Now there are more. Six pink unicorns flying through the sky. They are rather... sparkly, aren't they?"
Potter glared at him, but then whipped his head around for a lightning-fast look. Then he gaped and turned around to watch the antics of the strange animals.
"Told you so," Draco said and smirked. Then he snatched Potter's wand from his hand and cast a spell.
"Hey!" Potter yelped at his sudden and complete nudity. "What are you doing?"
"I can't shag you with your clothes on," Draco said and cast the same spell on himself. He waited to see if Potter would protest, but beyond a lovely flush, Potter made no reaction other than running his eyes over Draco's form.
Shortly thereafter, with Draco's cock pounding rhythmically into him, Potter moaned and asked breathlessly, "Where did you get the flying pink unicorns, anyway?"
Draco, nearly lost in the bliss of fucking the Boy Who Lived, replied, "I don't know what you're talking about, Potter. There is no such thing as a flying pink unicorn."
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Pink unicorns flying through the sky made them do it!
Date: 2011-03-04 05:29 pm (UTC)Potter frowned at him. "That won't work on me. What are you trying to distract me from?"
Draco rolled his eyes. Honestly, the prat was far too suspicious for his own good. Or for Draco's own good, which was the important bit.
"I'm not joking, Potter. Now there are more. Six pink unicorns flying through the sky. They are rather... sparkly, aren't they?"
Potter glared at him, but then whipped his head around for a lightning-fast look. Then he gaped and turned around to watch the antics of the strange animals.
"Told you so," Draco said and smirked. Then he snatched Potter's wand from his hand and cast a spell.
"Hey!" Potter yelped at his sudden and complete nudity. "What are you doing?"
"I can't shag you with your clothes on," Draco said and cast the same spell on himself. He waited to see if Potter would protest, but beyond a lovely flush, Potter made no reaction other than running his eyes over Draco's form.
Shortly thereafter, with Draco's cock pounding rhythmically into him, Potter moaned and asked breathlessly, "Where did you get the flying pink unicorns, anyway?"
Draco, nearly lost in the bliss of fucking the Boy Who Lived, replied, "I don't know what you're talking about, Potter. There is no such thing as a flying pink unicorn."