Deviants.

[dracolicious]

Comments

[boywholives]

We won't finish decorating the tree until tomorrow, little man...me and Papa need to rest up a bit - it's been a long day!

[dracolicious]

I reckon you've all fondled enough delicate balls for today, so let's not push our luck.

[boywholives]

Would you like to fondle my balls? They're quite sturdy.

[dracolicious]

Maybe later. I'm all balled out, I'm afraid.

[boywholives]

Erm, my balls are...are put away in a box, that's where. Never you mind.

[dracolicious]

Actually, there have never been any boxes involved, I can safely say.

[boywholives]

Well, except for that secret affair that I had with Hermione.

[dracolicious]

. . . That isn't funny.

[boywholives]

It was amusing to you back at Hogwarts when Rita Skeeter was publishing those ridiculous stories!

[dracolicious]

I'm still disappointed that no one has put out a successful hit on her yet.

[boywholives]

You and me both. She's every bit the disgusting vermin as her animagus form.

[dracolicious]

Nothing a can of insect killing spray can't solve.

[boywholives]

Or the sole of a shoe.

[dracolicious]

Or a grenade. To be absolutely certain of success.

[boywholives]

Followed up with a flamethrower.

[dracolicious]

If you insist.