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Does Money Buy Love?	By : Abremaline Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 7126 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer:
Based on
Characters and situations created by J.K. Rowling.

Disclaimer
part2: All
characters contained within are portrayed over the age of legality in Australia,
where they don�t live. (They�re over 18)

Title:
Does
Money Buy Love?

Series: 5/?

Author: Abremaline

Pairing: Harry/Draco also Draco/Harry. Depending on
your views, really.

Rating: R

Series
Summary:
This series is just me having a little bit of fun. An
argument taken to extremes, �So what? I should marry you then?� Some
inventive new uses for body chocolate, and the thousand of ways you can put
exploding cherries to good use.

Does
Money Buy Love?

Chapter Five

Draco skipped back into the room, his basket
full of goodies swinging at his side. The red hooded robe flashed open in parts
to reveal what was worn beneath; that being nothing,
except for the little red hood (with bow ties) capping the head of his penis. He
thought of all the fun things he had planned for the rest of their night, and
possibly tomorrow, as he pranced back to where he had left his husband. On the
couch with a chocolate made bending-dildo-Draco, reproduced by Draco himself,
for a very specific purpose. Teasing, without pleasing.

He paused once more before rounding the
couch to check the supplies were all there in the basket and that he hadn�t
forgotten anything. Vegetable Oil � check. Canola Oil - check. Olive Oil, 2 kinds - check. Peanut Oil - check. Sesame Oil -
check. Pre-used chip frying oil - check. Almond Oil and a bag of real almonds �
check. Frozen (to rock solid,) bag of �fun size� mini mars bars � check. �Toe
Jam �Usuckit� gadget for the taste unimpaired.� � check. Velcro-rip Santa
suit with matching 2 man Santa bag, in case Harry didn�t like the �Red-riding
Draco� one � check. 3 flavours of KY Jelly, check.
Extra cases of �Pleasurably Exploding Cherries� in case they run out � check.

Draco smiled softly to himself thinking of
how much his spouse seemed to love those cherries. Just before he had left
Harry had been throwing them all around the room. The Snape portrait was still
trying to work off the effects without being too obvious. Only someone like his
Harry could think to share something that he so obviously adored to use on
himself.

Draco peered his
head over the back of the lounge to spy what might be the best way to make his
entrance. There was Harry, flat on back, erection still weeping, asleep. �The prick! How?� Draco mentally
ranted as he looked around for what had become of the chocolate sculpture. It
wasn�t long before he found it - splattered, across the wall, Dildo waving in
front of the Snape painting in an attempt to get entrance. It would seem the
portrait had summoned the bending dildo at some point. �Turpentine!�
He told it threateningly. �Soon as that elf gets back. Turpentine!�
He huffed greatly once more as he sat himself next to his husbands sleeping
body.

�I�ll never get consummated at this rate.�
He looked down at the still very prominently excited Harry, �Well�� he
considered, before throwing that thought away. No, it would be entirely
consensual, and completely wakeful. On both parts. Not
that he mind if he woke one day to find Harry��.

�WAKE UP!� He shook Harry determinately. �Bloody
little bastard. If I�m going to be waking up like that in my fantasy, then its only fair you�re awake to fix it. GET UP!� Draco
screamed on for a full five minutes before finally giving up on the shaking,
and the yelling. �Fine. This�ll get you up. More so
then you already are.�

With that final threat made, Red-riding
Draco, grabbed several of the frozen fun-size mars bars before settling his
basket on the floor. With one more mischievous grin at his sleeping partner,
Draco then straddled him in a way so that his legs were around Harry�s head,
and Harry�s legs were wrapped awkwardly around his shoulders.

* * *

Harry dazedly awoke to what had to be all
at once, the most delicious and uncomfortable sensation. His legs were twisted
up and around in the strangest way imaginable, his joints complained loudly at
the way they had been arranged, his head was still incredibly sleep fogged, and
yet, at the same time there was hot breath on his tightened balls. That more
than helped him ignore the positioning of his legs.

He had always wanted to be woken up this way.
Well, not exactly this way, his
fantasies usually included full leg movement, but still, this was close enough.
Eyes still closed he bent his head backwards to enjoy the feeling.

Hufflepuffs weren�t known for their intelligence, Harry had been bluntly
hinting for who knew how long, and finally, it would seem, that his boyfriend
had listened to his many pleas. A tongue darted its way over his sacks and
pressed into that spot behind. Harry groaned throatily.

As he did so, several things happened all
at once. It occurred to him that he hadn�t seen his Hufflepuff
in days, and was living with a cherry assaulted Draco Malfoy. At the same time,
Malfoy�s mouth left his balls, and a deep aroused voice filled Harry�s still
partly hazed head.

�Finally. I was starting to think you�d actually come while still asleep!�

When the knowledge of who
it was that was currently tonguing him, combined with the throaty voice of the
man himself hit Harry, he sat up in shock and fright. �MAL�� He started. But he
didn�t get any further then that, as his effort to sit up caused him to whack
his forehead into a red bonneted, 9 inch pink dick

He was barely part way through wandering
what the bruise would look like when he was startled out of every thought he
had ever had. Something incredibly cold had just been shoved up his arse. He
didn�t even stop to consider the smirk felt against his thigh as he abruptly
threw the other man off him.

�What the FUCK Malfoy?� He half yelled half
sobbed as he hopped around the room in an attempt to get whatever it was inside
of him, OUT of him without resorting to manual techniques.

�I thought it would be a bit kinky.� The
man replied sounding a little bit put out.

�KINKY? KINKY! Kinky is using a
feather. Perverted is using the
whole chicken.

�Oh Merlin.� His face screwed up with the feeling of mars bars freezing him from
the inside. He cast one last horrified look at the startled man on the floor
before hurrying to the purple bathroom, yelling to the portrait in there not to
look on his way.

* * *

Draco�s
Journal, Date � Oh, I don�t bloody know!

Married
to Potter � Day�Interminable

I
must be married to the most unadventurous Gryffindor ever created! Everything
was going so well, but then it was like he just flipped a switch and become the
old uptight Potter that he was before. Really. I�ve
never known any man to actually complain when being woken up with a chocolate
rim job�.He didn�t even let me get to the rimming bit. One mars bar inserted
and he runs off like I squirted liquid nitrogen up there. Not even a Ravenclaw would react that violently to what is supposed to
be incredibly pleasurable. They were barely even cold.

�Kinky
is using a feather. Perverted is using the whole chicken.� He tells me. Whining, boring, blue-ball making bastard. Next time I
bloody will wake him the damn chicken. Oooh, now that
is an idea to consider. Not for rimming obviously, and it would have to have
been cooked. (Don�t want to be getting salmonella) Still, if you left all its
little feet on, and spelled them to move, it really could be quite a sensation.
Especially as it seems that Harry doesn�t like mars bars.

The
noise from the bathroom is interesting. Must go look I think. The portrait is
laughing its paint off, and I think Harry may have found the new towels mother
sent. His hollers of �fucked up, perverted fucking FREAK�COLD ARSE,� are
mingling now with some horrified mentioning�s of towels and �Sick, twisted
bloody paintings.�

Don�t
know quite why he doesn�t appreciate mother�s towels. I always find them
insightful reminders of good logic. Gryffindor�I suppose that explains it.
Well, they say love is suffering, so I must run to the bathroom and do whatever Harry will let me to do to help him. Truly, he�s
way too independent and shy sometimes.

I may
never get sex at this rate!

Draco
Malfoy.

* * *

�Harry. Look, if you�d just bend over I can
get it out for you.�

�You�re not sticking your hand in my arse
Malfoy!�

�I already did. Otherwise you be jumping
around swearing at me.�

�You�re not going up there! Now just stand
in front of the portrait will you? It keeps looking.�

To Be Continued�

References:

Body Chocolates and Bending Dildos (Prostate Stimulators) � Available at all indecent sex stores.

Does Money Buy Love? � Concept from; �Money Can�t Buy You Love� - Still by �The Beatles� Though, I�m
sure at least one �Idol� must have also sung it by now.

Vegetable Oil. Canola Oil. Olive Oil.
Peanut Oil. Sesame Oil.
Almond Oil, Almonds and �fun size� mini mars bars � Any average supermarket. And probably even
non-average ones. Though maybe not the �Almond Oil� that you
may have to go to a naturalist or spiritual store for.

KY
Jelly � supermarkets, pharmacies, the indecent sex
stores mentioned above. Really, much easier to get a hold of,
then anything else here. Not to mention a usually a touch cheaper then
the Almond Oil (and less of the �off cheese� scenting too.)

Velcro-rip
Santa suit with matching 2 man Santa bag and modified Red-riding suit � Many �dress up stores� though I don�t suggest the use of rentals,
as the modifications required would incur a massive fine on returning. Better
to just buy the suits to begin with.

Kinky
is using a feather. Perverted is using the whole chicken. � Author Unknown. I found the quote here� http://www.quotegarden.com/sex.html

Love
is suffering - Catherine Deneuve (Vogue Magazine?) �Google
Answers� someone replied to another person (not me) saying it was between 1960
and 1979. Really, the saying is now so common, that I don�t see it really
matter much. Still � it adds to my quote count�.
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