Drabble-tacular
I needed this so much. Thank you arineat for sharing it. You've made my life.
These are some of the drabbles they gave me, all Drarry, and I have to say, they're SO great.
Draco and Harry
by William Shakespeare
Enter Draco
Harry appears above at a window
Draco:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the book, and Harry is the phoenix.
Arise, fucked phoenix, and hate the magical wand.
See, how he leans his arse upon his penis!
O, that I were a glove upon that penis,
That I might touch that arse!
Harry:
O Draco, Draco! wherefore art thou Draco?
What's in a name? That which we call a cock
By any other name would smell as martyring
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like two gay boys with major anger issues."
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove glittery.
Draco:
Swain, by yonder magical wand I swear
That tips in the castle the whimsical hat--
Harry:
O, swear not by the wand, the helpful wand,
That sexily changes in its dusty orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise dusty.
Sweet, dark night! A thousand times dark night!
Parting is such saintly sorrow,
That I shall say dark night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Draco:
Sleep dwell upon thine arse, peace in thy penis!
Would I were sleep and peace, so huskily to rest!
obligingly will I to my fucked cock's cell,
Its help to hate, and my martyring cock to tell.
A Wand In Time
On a dusty and glittery morning, Draco sat in the castle. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His cock ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Harry to love someone with a fucked arse?
Morosely, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a martyring helpful book, all on a summer's day. I wish my Harry would hate me, in his own whimsical way..."
"Do you?" Harry sat down beside Draco and put his hand on Draco's penis. "I think that could be arranged."
Draco gasped huskily. "But what about my fucked arse?"
"I like it," Harry said sexily. "I think it's dark."
They came together and their kiss was like two gay boys with major anger issues..
"I love you," Draco said happily.
"I love you too," Harry replied and hated him.
They bought a phoenix, moved in together, and lived obligingly ever after.
The Glittery Stranger
The sun was high and the trees stirred lightly in the breeze. Draco strode along the path, making for Fucked Castle with all speed. Hidden from the eyes of man and beast, he carried the Martyring Book, which no other must touch until it could be delivered into the safekeeping of the Wizard Arse.
A rustling of the dried leaves beside the path gave him warning and he drew his helpful hat just in time to face the dark man who flew at him with such grace that he was almost dazzled.
The man struck morosely, and Draco barely raised his hat to meet the attack. They fought long and huskily until all the air rang with the sound of their conflict.
At last, Draco found himself forced to one knee, the man's hat pressed to his dusty cock. "I am Harry of Fucked Castle," he said. "You are an unworthy guardian for the Martyring Book. Prepare yourself, for I am about to send you in the castle."
But Draco had been waiting for such a chance and, bringing up his hat with a twist, overpowered Harry and pinned him to the ground. "What say you now?" Draco said, looking down upon him.
Harry's penis shimmered like two gay boys with major anger issues.. "I have underestimated you, Draco. I was sent to test your fitness for this task. To you I pledge my loyalty...and more."
Draco's desire was enflamed. His cock throbbed and all his thoughts were to hate Harry like a phoenix. Draco caressed Harry's whimsical penis and he responded. They came together sexily, and their joining was as magical as their battle, and also much louder.
"Ah, my sweet wand!" Draco groaned and hated Harry as happily as he could.
"Ouch!" he yelled. "What the hell is that?"
"Oh," Draco said. "That's where I put the Martyring Book for safekeeping. Sorry."
When they had finished their romp, they drowsed obligingly on the grass, forgetful of all but their saintly love. "We will stay together forever," Harry said, and they began all over again.
And so it was that the Wizard Arse never got the Martyring Book and the forces of evil overwhelmed the land and nobody was happy ever again, at least until the sequel came out.
These are some of the drabbles they gave me, all Drarry, and I have to say, they're SO great.
Draco and Harry
by William Shakespeare
Enter Draco
Harry appears above at a window
Draco:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the book, and Harry is the phoenix.
Arise, fucked phoenix, and hate the magical wand.
See, how he leans his arse upon his penis!
O, that I were a glove upon that penis,
That I might touch that arse!
Harry:
O Draco, Draco! wherefore art thou Draco?
What's in a name? That which we call a cock
By any other name would smell as martyring
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like two gay boys with major anger issues."
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove glittery.
Draco:
Swain, by yonder magical wand I swear
That tips in the castle the whimsical hat--
Harry:
O, swear not by the wand, the helpful wand,
That sexily changes in its dusty orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise dusty.
Sweet, dark night! A thousand times dark night!
Parting is such saintly sorrow,
That I shall say dark night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Draco:
Sleep dwell upon thine arse, peace in thy penis!
Would I were sleep and peace, so huskily to rest!
obligingly will I to my fucked cock's cell,
Its help to hate, and my martyring cock to tell.
A Wand In Time
On a dusty and glittery morning, Draco sat in the castle. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His cock ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Harry to love someone with a fucked arse?
Morosely, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a martyring helpful book, all on a summer's day. I wish my Harry would hate me, in his own whimsical way..."
"Do you?" Harry sat down beside Draco and put his hand on Draco's penis. "I think that could be arranged."
Draco gasped huskily. "But what about my fucked arse?"
"I like it," Harry said sexily. "I think it's dark."
They came together and their kiss was like two gay boys with major anger issues..
"I love you," Draco said happily.
"I love you too," Harry replied and hated him.
They bought a phoenix, moved in together, and lived obligingly ever after.
The Glittery Stranger
The sun was high and the trees stirred lightly in the breeze. Draco strode along the path, making for Fucked Castle with all speed. Hidden from the eyes of man and beast, he carried the Martyring Book, which no other must touch until it could be delivered into the safekeeping of the Wizard Arse.
A rustling of the dried leaves beside the path gave him warning and he drew his helpful hat just in time to face the dark man who flew at him with such grace that he was almost dazzled.
The man struck morosely, and Draco barely raised his hat to meet the attack. They fought long and huskily until all the air rang with the sound of their conflict.
At last, Draco found himself forced to one knee, the man's hat pressed to his dusty cock. "I am Harry of Fucked Castle," he said. "You are an unworthy guardian for the Martyring Book. Prepare yourself, for I am about to send you in the castle."
But Draco had been waiting for such a chance and, bringing up his hat with a twist, overpowered Harry and pinned him to the ground. "What say you now?" Draco said, looking down upon him.
Harry's penis shimmered like two gay boys with major anger issues.. "I have underestimated you, Draco. I was sent to test your fitness for this task. To you I pledge my loyalty...and more."
Draco's desire was enflamed. His cock throbbed and all his thoughts were to hate Harry like a phoenix. Draco caressed Harry's whimsical penis and he responded. They came together sexily, and their joining was as magical as their battle, and also much louder.
"Ah, my sweet wand!" Draco groaned and hated Harry as happily as he could.
"Ouch!" he yelled. "What the hell is that?"
"Oh," Draco said. "That's where I put the Martyring Book for safekeeping. Sorry."
When they had finished their romp, they drowsed obligingly on the grass, forgetful of all but their saintly love. "We will stay together forever," Harry said, and they began all over again.
And so it was that the Wizard Arse never got the Martyring Book and the forces of evil overwhelmed the land and nobody was happy ever again, at least until the sequel came out.