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OMG, this is too awesome!!
Drabble-Matic made by prillalar. Saw this on tomscribble's LJ.
A Golden Day To Smooch
Draco stepped skilfully out into the pinky sunshine, and admired Harry's foot. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a big sight."
Harry climbed off the lube and walked awfully across the grass to greet his lover. Draco patted Harry on the eye and then tried to smooch him slippery, but without success.
"That's all right," Harry said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not beautiful," Draco. "Not as beautiful as the time we smooched in the lap."
Harry nodded slowly. "We were cheeky back in those days."
"Our hairs were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Draco said. "Everything seems squishy and green when you're young."
"Of course," Harry said. "But now we're shimmery, we can still have fun. If we go about it sinfully."
"Sinfully?" Draco said . "But how?"
"With this," Harry said and held out a puky condom. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to smooch."
Draco swallowed the condom at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to smooch sinfully. They smooched clear as mud. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
Harry and Draco
by William Shakespeare
Enter Harry
Draco appears above at a window
Harry:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the bathrub, and Draco is the unicorn.
Arise, sharp unicorn, and push the wooden pants.
See, how he leans his boob upon his leg!
O, that I were a glove upon that leg,
That I might touch that boob!
Draco:
O Harry, Harry! wherefore art thou Harry?
What's in a name? That which we call a nail
By any other name would smell as rough
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a dog that god his bone"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove mighty.
Harry:
Swain, by yonder wooden pants I swear
That tips in the bathroom the slow washing machine--
Draco:
O, swear not by the pants, the stiff pants,
That round changes in its horny orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise horny.
Sweet, fast night! A thousand times fast night!
Parting is such nasty sorrow,
That I shall say fast night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Harry:
Sleep dwell upon thy boob, peace in thy leg!
Would I were sleep and peace, so toothy to rest!
hairy will I to my sharp nail's cell,
Its help to push, and my rough nail to tell.
I can't stop doing them!!!!!
Drabble-Matic made by prillalar. Saw this on tomscribble's LJ.
A Golden Day To Smooch
Draco stepped skilfully out into the pinky sunshine, and admired Harry's foot. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a big sight."
Harry climbed off the lube and walked awfully across the grass to greet his lover. Draco patted Harry on the eye and then tried to smooch him slippery, but without success.
"That's all right," Harry said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not beautiful," Draco. "Not as beautiful as the time we smooched in the lap."
Harry nodded slowly. "We were cheeky back in those days."
"Our hairs were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Draco said. "Everything seems squishy and green when you're young."
"Of course," Harry said. "But now we're shimmery, we can still have fun. If we go about it sinfully."
"Sinfully?" Draco said . "But how?"
"With this," Harry said and held out a puky condom. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to smooch."
Draco swallowed the condom at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to smooch sinfully. They smooched clear as mud. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
Harry and Draco
by William Shakespeare
Enter Harry
Draco appears above at a window
Harry:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the bathrub, and Draco is the unicorn.
Arise, sharp unicorn, and push the wooden pants.
See, how he leans his boob upon his leg!
O, that I were a glove upon that leg,
That I might touch that boob!
Draco:
O Harry, Harry! wherefore art thou Harry?
What's in a name? That which we call a nail
By any other name would smell as rough
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a dog that god his bone"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove mighty.
Harry:
Swain, by yonder wooden pants I swear
That tips in the bathroom the slow washing machine--
Draco:
O, swear not by the pants, the stiff pants,
That round changes in its horny orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise horny.
Sweet, fast night! A thousand times fast night!
Parting is such nasty sorrow,
That I shall say fast night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Harry:
Sleep dwell upon thy boob, peace in thy leg!
Would I were sleep and peace, so toothy to rest!
hairy will I to my sharp nail's cell,
Its help to push, and my rough nail to tell.
I can't stop doing them!!!!!