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Title: Engorgio Part 5
Author: Constant Vigilance
Status: WIP
Email: tirel@pcnuthut.com
Website: http://www.angelfire.com/tv2/firebird_ascending/
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Spoilers: AU. Characters aged up
to age of consent.
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: I own nothing. JKR is
God.
Summary: Vince casts an
enlargement spell…on the wrong person.
Notes: This came from a Spam
Challenge on After Class @ yahoo. WittchWay had just about enough of Enlarge
Your Penis! Spammers and suggested we use their nefariousness against them. I
changed the pairing but the idea remains hers.
The next morning, Harry
ventured down to breakfast far more interested in things other than food. He
noted the ridiculous cluster around the Slytherin table right away. People were
crammed two to a seat and some had simply chosen to stand. Through the crowd,
Harry could vaguely make out a silvery blond head. Shaking his own darker head,
Harry sat down, prepared to eat his breakfast while waiting for his chance to
talk to the Slytherin in question.
Not even a minute later,
Harry hadn’t even begun filling his plate, the crowd began to disperse. Well,
not so much disperse as change formation. Harry watched with interest as the
bubble slowly began to expand in his direction. Another moment and Draco Malfoy
broke through the throng. And he didn’t look pleased. Irritation was set into
every line of his face and he frequently snarled at the hoards of students
surrounding him.
Not surprisingly, he was
wearing the same trousers as the day before and Harry thought how much that
alone must have caused annoyance this morning. Speaking of…”Good morning,
Draco,” he said politely as the angry blond moved closer.
Draco just sneered and
slapped an errant hand away from his torso. “It’s morning all right, Potter.
You said you would finish the rest of my clothes today.”
Harry warily eyed the
crowd around them, noting that while they were drooling over Draco, the
introduction of potential alone time for Harry was causing not a few dirty looks.
“Er, yeah?”
“Good.” Draco said
briskly. He reached out and grasped Harry’s arm firmly, dragging him out of his
seat. “We’re going now.” He began pulling Harry after him, forcing his way
through the group.
“Er, okay,” Harry
muttered, trying to avoid crashing into Draco's followers.
Draco pulled Harry through
hall after hall, down staircases and through rooms until he paused in front of
a plain oaken door. Draco frowned at the people still following them and leaned
very close to the door. He whispered a word and the door swung open. Draco
stepped inside and yanked Harry in as well, slamming the door shut behind them.
He immediately began
casting locking, warding and silencing charms. Harry stood in silence as well,
waiting for Draco to acknowledge him again. Eventually, Draco turned around,
gritting his teeth. “It’s been like that all fucking morning!” he snarled.
“Um…sorry?” Harry tried.
Draco sighed and threw
himself on the bed. “No matter, I suppose. I just needed to get away from
them.” He lifted his head. “And I really do need more clothes.” He gestured to
his current outfit. “I’ve had to wear these same trousers and pants for two
days now.” His nose wrinkled. “It’s disgusting.”
Harry smiled slightly.
“Sure. I understand. I’ll need to see all of your trousers and pants. The
shirts can stay as they are. And…and I’ll need you to try each pair on so that
I can get the right fit,” he flushed. “I’m okay at the spell, just not good
enough to do it without the body they’re supposed to fit.”
Draco nodded. “Yeah, yeah
that’s fine.” He waved in the general direction of a closed door and Harry
moved toward it. “You’ll find everything in there. Except for my pants. They’re
in the dresser.”
Harry opened the door and
stood awestruck. The sheer size of the cupboard was astounding. “I can’t
believe those bastards this morning!” Draco continued his rant. “It’s like I’m
suddenly community property!”
Harry hid his grin and
turned back to the wardrobe. Really, the damn thing could have been another
room. Had he had this kind of cupboard when he was younger, he might not
have hated being trapped in it quite so much. He fished around and gathered an
armful of trousers.
“And then, that idiot twat
McDougal waved her sausage around with this hangdog look and whined that it
just wasn’t big enough to be worth putting in her mouth. She needed something
with more substance!” Draco absently snatched the trousers from Harry’s hands
and tossed them on the bed in a heap. Harry turned back to grab another
armload.
“And Blaise sat close
enough to me that he was almost on top of me! He kept reaching past me and
dropping bits of food in my lap that he oh-so-generously offered to retrieve
for me!” Draco pulled the second armload of trousers out of Harry’s grip and
waved in the direction of the dresser where he kept his undergarments. Harry
nodded silently and closed the wardrobe doors.
“Then Vince started to
flirt with me! Vince! The rat bastard who did this to me! He actually
fluttered his eyelids at me and asked if I’d like to compare results of the
bloody spell!”
Harry hmmed in agreement
and opened the top drawer to find stacks of boxers in every color imaginable.
And all made of silk. He hid another grin. The house elves must have a time
getting out stains in those.
“And to top it off, Snape
wandered over to the table to ask if I’d like to assist him in making some
potions today. For extra credit! Like I bloody well need extra credit,” Draco
sneered. “I asked him what he was making. Did he make something up? No! Did he
even attempt to act like something other than a lecherous pervert? No! He flat
out told me that he was making lubrication potions and did I mind those that
warmed up when you blew on them!”
Draco flung his hands into
the air. “What the fuck is wrong with everyone?” he screeched. Harry hmmed
sympathetically again and began tossing pile after pile of pants onto the green
coverlet. Draco began walking back and forth. It would have been compared to
pacing had he not been stomping every step of the way. “Why is having a big
cock so fucking wonderful?” he demanded.
“I—“ Harry tried.
“I mean, really! It’s not
like it’s the salvation of the Wizarding World. That’s you!”
Harry flushed, pleased at
Draco's opinion. “Well, I—“
“It’s not like it’s the
cure for world hunger! Or the symbol of peace in our time!”
“But—“
“And it doesn’t fucking
sit up and do tricks on command…at least I don’t think so,” Draco pondered
momentarily. “And I certainly am not going to poke it in every willing orifice
that gapes open in front of me!”
“That’s—“
“But they all certainly
think that, don’t they?” Draco flung another hand into the air, gesticulating
his point wildly. “Perfectly respectable females showed up today at breakfast
looking like two-bit whores! They had more flesh showing than clothing!
Jiggling breasts hanging out, looking like bloated water balloons. Skirts slit
so high it’s a wonder that chipmunks didn’t decide to nest in the revealed
bush! Girls bending over, girls lolling on tables, girls rubbing their
disgusting squishy bits against me!” Draco shuddered dramatically. “Have they
no fucking clue that I’m a queer?”
“Well—“
“And the boys! Dear Merlin
what the hell happened to them? I’ve never seen so much fucking leather without
a herd of cows involved! Shiny leather, black leather, studded leather, leather
trousers, leather shirts, leather fingerless gloves. I like leather, don’t get
me wrong. But being gay does not mean I want to exist in a quagmire of dead cow
flesh!”
“Er…”
“It may sound great to be
considered a sex object. But it isn’t, Harry! It really isn’t. I know just what
women mean when they say people look at you like a piece of meat.” He growled
low in his throat. “I just want to grab people by the nose and haul their faces
up and say…Hey! I’m up here!” He mimed poking two fingers into a set of
nostrils and pulling up.
“And they follow me
everywhere!” he whined. “I had to cast warding charms on the fucking loo! And
still, they got in! And they stared. Their beady little eyes wandering over my
bits while I tried to piss. It was fucking horrible! I had to do times tables
in my head before anything fucking started dribbling out!”
“That’s called anauresis,”
Harry finally managed to slip a sentence in. “It was smart of you to think of
doing math in your head. The part of the brain that controls mathematical
processes generally overcomes the anxiety caused by someone else viewing your
cock.”
Draco just stared,
frowning a bit, looking at Harry as though he were from another planet. Harry
flushed. “Percy had that problem too. Especially with the twins. They kept
apparating into the bathroom with him. He had to figure something out or his
bladder would have burst.”
Draco nodded slowly.
“Yeah. That’s it exactly.” He sighed and plopped down on the bed, shoving a
pile of pants over. “I’m sorry to go off on you, Harry. I’m just really fucking
tired of people just looking to have sex with me.”
It was Harry’s turn to
nod. And to look a bit worried. Draco eventually looked up at the silence and
noticed the expression on Harry’s face. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“You said that you hate
people just looking to have sex with you.”
“Yeah?” Draco agreed.
“So what about me?”
Harry’s voice was very small.
Draco looked him in the
eye. “Do you just want to have sex with me?”
Harry flushed. “Well, it’s
not like I love you or anything. I don’t even—“
“Could you?” Draco
interrupted.
“Could I what?”
“Could you love me?” Draco
tilted his head and watched Harry curiously.
“B-but we’ve hated each
other for years!” Harry stuttered.
Draco shrugged. “True. But
you have to admit that there was passion in that hate.”
“Yeah,” Harry agreed
warily.
“Passion, which directed a
different way, might mean a change in how we look at one another.”
Harry nodded slowly. “I
suppose so.”
Draco smiled slightly. “If
I just wanted a shag, Potter, I could get any number of willing participants.
This morning made that very clear. I want something more. I’ve wanted something
more for a long time. And if my humongous fucking cock is what brought your
attention my way, so be it. But I guarantee you that it will not be what keeps
your attention,” Draco added confidently.
Harry grinned. “Are you
trying to seduce me into a relationship using your cock?”
Draco laughed. “As opposed
to seducing you onto my cock using a relationship?
“Yeah,” Harry chuckled.
“Yeah, I guess I am,”
Draco admitted. “So, are you willing to try?”
“For a shot at that cock,
I’m willing to do a lot of things, Malfoy,” Harry waggled his eyebrows.
Draco rolled his eyes and
grinned. “Then let the seduction begin, Potter.”
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