bottom draco malfoy

If there's one thing that Draco Malfoy yearns for, it's seeing Harry Potter in pain. How that happens, he doesn't care. When Potter's name is pulled out of the Goblet of Fire, Draco sees it as the perfect opportunity to fulfill his greatest desire. Except Saint Potter has luck swimming in his veins. He needs to be distracted... And the best way to do that is to make him fall in love. THIS IS THE REWRITTEN VERSION AND THE PREFERRED VERSION FOR YOU TO READ.

Harry lifted the boy slightly in his lap to line his cock up with his entrance. And then the boy felt the huge swarthy shaft of a man enter his baby pink pussy with a single thrust! “Ow! Wha-what-” or Draco shows his favorite teacher new underwear, and then he fucks his little holes.

Harry is extremely protective of his boyfriend Draco. When some asshole attempts to grab Draco’s hip to dance, Harry springs into action, ready to burn the bar to the ground.

Ten long years have passed since the events of the war, and Draco has a completely new life, one spent mostly in the muggle world. He has a successful career as a paramedic, a rescue cat, and his mother is safe in France. What else could he possibly want? Sure, he is a little lonely, but that was the price he was willing to pay given his history. That is, until an extra shift completely flips his world upside down, leaving him wondering if the world has truly gone mad.

Right now, Draco sat on the edge of his bed, nervously biting his nails as he imagined the upcoming school year. It had been a strange summer, with his parents and aunt and uncle all spending their days out in the country at the Manor. He had been left alone with his house-elf Dobby, who had been instructed to bring him everything he needed. Hiding from those hungry photographers who badly need the money to even picture Draco's hair.

"If you're asking if I ate, yes I did." Harry replied as he made his way into their bedroom to change into something more comfortable, and to hide the small box in his pocket, "Have you already had dinner?" After a slight pause, Draco answered with unusually detached voice, "Yes. I had dinner with Granger and Weasley." "You know they're both Weasleys no-" Harry mindlessly replied, but his brain finally caught up to him. He ran out to the living room, not caring that he's just wearing his pants, and nothing else. "Wait, Draco, please, let me explain." "Who were you with, Harry?" Draco asked in a monotone voice, which ironically terrified Harry even more than his boyfriend's usual explosive reactions. "Lying straight to my face as if I was some ordinary wizard from the streets." "Lucius..." "Ah, yes, my slag of a father." Draco tilted his head into a certain direction as his voice trembled, "You always did like them, blonde and pretty."

Draco desires, longs, to be fucked by the chosen one and his best friend.

“It’s an egg,” Draco sneered, holding up the offending oblong. “How difficult could it be?”.....Or, Draco and Harry can't keep their hands off of each other long enough to accomplish literally anything.