Oh. My. God.
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juldeaHarry Potter Homoerotic Fan Fiction
Excerpt from "Raincoat!Draco" (Where Draco shows up on the doorstep of #4 Privet Drive wearing nothing but a raincoat and rubber boots):
Draco was facing away from him, and the red raincoat was lying at Draco's feet, which meant that Draco was... well. Well. Harry swallowed hard and stared with reluctant appreciation at what he'd never expected to find so intriguing. Damn, Malfoy looked... damn. He looked so damn fine. Granted, Harry hadn't expected Malfoy's body to be covered in warts, but quality of this sort was sinfully above the statutory requirement of a decent body.
Draco had really nice-looking legs, Harry mused distractedly to himself, as he watched Draco take his time getting dressed, although he wasn't exactly complaining. Draco seemed to be in the habit of getting his shirt on first, regardless of the fact that he was totally naked from waist down— which conveniently left Harry with more time to stare at Draco's legs, which were slender and toned and smooth and perfect. Damn. Harry couldn't believe here he was, watching his arch-rival changing in a corner of his bedroom, but there was a certain forbidden thrill in checking out Malfoy's ass while he wasn't—
Oh my god. It just gets better - or worse, depending on how you look at it.
This is... unbelievable.
Together with this letter you'll find an envelope. Inside, there's a piece of silver, crafted into the shape of a candle. It's a Portkey. It'll bring you straight into my room at Malfoy Manor.
Excerpt from "Raincoat!Draco" (Where Draco shows up on the doorstep of #4 Privet Drive wearing nothing but a raincoat and rubber boots):
Draco was facing away from him, and the red raincoat was lying at Draco's feet, which meant that Draco was... well. Well. Harry swallowed hard and stared with reluctant appreciation at what he'd never expected to find so intriguing. Damn, Malfoy looked... damn. He looked so damn fine. Granted, Harry hadn't expected Malfoy's body to be covered in warts, but quality of this sort was sinfully above the statutory requirement of a decent body.
Draco had really nice-looking legs, Harry mused distractedly to himself, as he watched Draco take his time getting dressed, although he wasn't exactly complaining. Draco seemed to be in the habit of getting his shirt on first, regardless of the fact that he was totally naked from waist down— which conveniently left Harry with more time to stare at Draco's legs, which were slender and toned and smooth and perfect. Damn. Harry couldn't believe here he was, watching his arch-rival changing in a corner of his bedroom, but there was a certain forbidden thrill in checking out Malfoy's ass while he wasn't—
Oh my god. It just gets better - or worse, depending on how you look at it.
This is... unbelievable.
Together with this letter you'll find an envelope. Inside, there's a piece of silver, crafted into the shape of a candle. It's a Portkey. It'll bring you straight into my room at Malfoy Manor.