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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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Chapter List
- 5
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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: 6/?

Author: Abremaline

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

Rating: NC17

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 thousands of ways you can put exploding
cherries to good use.

�

Does Money Buy Love?

Chapter Six

Harry lay awake, he didn�t know how late it had gotten, but sleep just refused
to come to him. The sensations of his wakening earlier that day played heavily
on his mind. His one ultimate fantasy, delivered to him by Malfoy of all
people. He didn�t know quite what to think about that. This was after all, his
all time number one fantasy - The one thing that no lover had ever done for him
in the past. Admittedly it had been completely screwed up by the freezing cold
mars bar up his arse, but before then � when he didn�t know who it was, it had
been the most marvellous sensation he had ever experienced.

Sadly it had been Malfoy, and the mars bar had been shoved
brutally up his arse. Harry couldn�t help wander now though, if he had been
given some warning before the insertion of the mars bar, or if he hadn�t leapt
up in shock, what would it have been like? Probably better than lying here
alone and slightly chilled with an awakening cock that he knew this time had nothing
to do with any cherries or body chocolates.

On the other side of the couch partition lay his �husband.� Sulking still. The
man was out of his mind, he still thought that Harry should be thankful for
having been woken up by having his insides frozen off. Then there had been the
towels, shimmering its annoying announcement of the day. �A mars bar a day,
helps you work, rest and play.�

Did he tell his mother everything he was going to do? Or worse, was he
actually taking sex tips from her now? Because that was, just�his mind halted
as it conjured an image of a tiny red bonnet set atop of a steel hard cock.
That was�. �FUCKKKKK�

Harry slammed his head back onto the pillow as hard as he could. Then he
slammed it again for good measure, �Bastard son of fucking Lucius!� The irony
struck him that this was actually the son of Lucius and so the well known curse
was just a little bit redundant. No one else but the son of Lucius would ever
have had the gall to wake �the most powerful wizard in the world,� in such a
way. No other lover ever had, even after Harry had begged them. They were all
too scared of what his initial reaction might be. Only Malfoy had ever been
insane enough to do it, and Harry hadn�t even had to ask.

His eyes slid shut and Harry was assaulted with the sensations of that morning,
as it had been in those moments before he had bolted up and off the couch. The
hot breath that washed over his balls, a thin lipped smirk leaving a slight wet
and tickling trace on his thigh � and that red bonneted steel hard cock waving
in front of his face.

One of Harry�s hands reached out from the couch and accio�d one of the dildoes,
a few of the cherries and some of the chocolate. He covered the dildo in the
chocolate, and set it to preparing him and eventually entering him. The
cherries danced across his torso, bursting at seemingly random intervals. In
his mind he went back to that moment, with the red hooded dick wavering in
front of his face.

As the dildo pushed in and began to thrust Harry reached down the length of his
body and grabbed his cock just a little bit brutally. �Damn Malfoy!�

* * *

�FUCKKKKK�

The cursing of the other wizard echoed loudly around the room. Three in the
morning and Harry was still swearing at him about that damned Mars Bar. Draco
couldn�t help but feel just a little depressed.

Sleep refused to come to him, it felt too odd to be lying here on his own now.
So instead he was still awake and listening to his husband swear at him from
the other side of a partitioning.

The worst part of it all was knowing that everything had been going so very
well until the Mars Bar. His reaction to that still didn�t quite make sense to
Draco. It was supposed to be an incredible feeling, having a chocolate rim job.
Maybe Harry was lactose intolerant?

�Bastard son of fucking Lucius!� Harry�s annoyed voice bounced around
the room some more.

Draco laid back and waited for further yells. He felt incredibly insecure and
very sorry, he wished he could use a time turner to go back and fix it, but
getting a hold of one of those wasn�t exactly easy. He sighed and murmured
miserably to himself, �if I could turn back time�.�

It was odd that Harry was still swearing at him at this hour. Maybe the
lactose intolerance had caused some �ill effects� on the region where the mars
bar had been. What if he got blotches or something else from it? Draco could
only imagine how badly a rash there could sting. How would you even cure
that? And what if it burned, or got as far as his prostate? No wonder his Harry
was swearing so much! His poor husband had a burning rash on his prostate, all
because Draco didn�t check first to make sure Harry wasn�t lactose intolerant.

From the other side of the partition Draco heard a very soft pained groan. If
he could help in some way at least he might feel a little less guilty. But, as
it was he had no idea what to do for Harry to help ease the pain. There must be
some potion could brew surely, maybe he�d ask the Snape portrait when it woke
up.

�Damn Malfoy!�

That last pained yell was enough for Draco. He couldn�t just lie here and
listen while his husband was having his prostate burned. No matter how angry
Harry still was with him. There had to be something he could do to help.

He hurried over to his old potions texts and hurriedly flicked through. There
it was � on page three, �Lactose fix.� Draco raced around the other side of the
couch to tell Harry it wouldn�t be long now, that it would all be okay. He
waved the text excitedly at Harry as he approached�and then he froze.

Harry was completely naked on the top of the bed, and had exploding cherries
bouncing across his stomach and chest. A bending dildo smeared in chocolate
pumped itself in and out of Harry�s arse, while another wore a red bonnet and
waved in front of his face.

�Lactose intolerant.� He scoffed silently at himself, �my red bonneted cock,
he�s lactose intolerant!�

Harry�s hips raised further off the bed, as he began to roughly stroke himself.
The potions text fell forgotten to the floor as Draco simply stood and stared.

* * *

There was a loud thump. Harry�s eyes flew open and his head raised up to once
again be hit by a bonneted dick, even if it were only a fake dick this time, he
figured it still counted.

He hastily grabbed at the bonneted dildo and snatched it out of the way.
Frightfully, knowing what he�d find, he turned his head to the side and looked.
There he stood, free now of red bonneting, but still clearly naked, and
obviously enjoying Harry�s�well�enjoyment.

He stood almost over Harry now, smirking - Just smirking and nothing more. A
cherry exploded itself on Harry's stomach and the bending dildo that still
thrust inside of him hit his sweet spot.

�Bastard.� Harry uttered throatily. Almost pained at the clear desire in his
own voice.

He was eye level with the now not red-hooded steel hard erection. Another
cherry exploded and Harry just couldn�t take it. The want was too much. He
threw the bonneted dildo away and instead grabbed Malfoy�s hip, pulling him
forwards.

His hand slid around to hold the other man at the small of his back and his
mouth opened, and then, all in one sudden go he took Malfoy�s cock into his
mouth.

If felt so very good, and so very right. As he sucked cherries exploded on his
stomach, a bending dildo moved itself in and out of him, and Malfoy�s hand
moved to replace his own, stroking Harry�s cock almost roughly.

He groaned as the feelings flooded his body and mind. The sound reverberated
around Draco�s cock and he groaned too. The hand that pumped him was moving so
hard and fast, Harry couldn�t hold it, and he was well beyond wanting to try.

Green eyes opened hazily to soak in the pale span of Draco�s body. As he looked
he saw something move behind where Draco stood. There was someone�s head in the
fireplace. It was the head of his Hufflepuff.

Harry swore. Or rather he tried to swear, but with his mouth full with Draco�s
cock it actually sounded more like some kind of muffled sexual garble. The
dildo his sweet spot over and over, the body chocolate it was smeared in
coursed its magic throughout his body. The cherries exploded, millions at once
it seemed. Malfoy�s hand on his cock was completely gripping now. Harry was too
far gone he realised to do anything to stop himself.

His mind went white, and his body bucked up. As the dildo slammed in again,
Harry came in streams. His mouth filled with the taste of Draco until he was
nearly choking on it. It was the most explosive experience he had ever had, and
as floated back down to the realm of reality one voice filled his head.

�Well that explains my towels!�

�Fuck. No. Wait!� Harry tried to yell after his Hufflepuff�s disappearing head.
For all his efforts though, he found himself yelling only at a towel instead. A
towel that hit him directly in the head.

�The sure way to be cheated is to think one's self more cunning than others�

To Be Continued�

References:

A mars bar a day, helps you work, rest and play. � From the adverts for
Mars Bars.

if I could turn back time - Song by �Cher.� You know, the one where she
rides a cannon.

�The sure way to be cheated is to think one's self more cunning than others�
- Fran�ois de la Rochefoucauld
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