The Firewhisky In The Punch
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
6,709
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All of the Harry Potter universe belong to J.K. Rowling and her known associates.
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Further Disclaimer: I own nothing by the Blood Hound Gang, least certainly the song The Bad Touch. I make no money from this or anything else. All of the songs by The Blood Hound Gang and even their name belong to them and their associates.
A/N: This is from the song The Bad Touch by the Blood Hound Gang. Not much to say on this one, but I'll remind that it's another challenge quote!
Quote: Like the lost catacombs of Egypt, God only knows where we stuck it.
Story: Where?
Harry was completely stumped. He had bought four tubes of lube yesterday on the way home from work and had made sure this morning to put them in handy places. He absolutely hated not having any in the room when the mood struck him. Only, now that he was in the mood and Draco was up for anything because of the wizard's marijuana, all four tubes of lube had gone missing.
"Where could they have gone?" Harry fumed, standing still finally, having given up on the search. Maybe if he stood still long enough, he'd remember.
"Like the lost catacombs of Egypt, God only knows where we stuck it," Draco quietly said.
Harry looked up at his boyfriend who was currently studying a plant that had been a housewarming gift. He decided then and there that he would make sure to watch next time how much Draco smoked.
"Wow! What the hell have you two been up to?" Ron asked as he waltzed into the kitchen.
Harry mentally added another item to the list of what not to do: Don't decided to get horny before Ron, his flatmate, is due home.
"Oh! Hey, Harry!" Draco said. "Ron might be able to help."
Harry's eyes went wide and shook his head frantically. Ron, on the other hand nodded. "Sure. What's wrong?"
"We have misplaced the lube Harry got for us yesterday," Draco exclaimed as though there was nothing wrong with asking.
Ron turned beet red and suddenly Harry thought that might not have been a bad idea. He stepped closer to Ron. "Do you?"
Ron bit his lip and nodded. Draco lit up like a kid at Christmas and Harry growled. Hiding his face in his hands, Ron mumbled, "I took them."
"What the fuck?" Harry asked, unsure if he had heard right. He didn't care so much that the lube had been moved at this point. He just wanted to know why Ron had.
Ron sighed and looked at his feet. "Well, you both know I'm fine with you. Really. But I don't understand why you have so much sex!"
Draco burst out laughing and Harry was gobsmacked. Ron looked up in the silence and looked confused. "What?"
Harry sighed and shook his head. Now, on the top of his to-do list, was to find a new flat. For him and Draco.
A/N: This is from the song The Bad Touch by the Blood Hound Gang. Not much to say on this one, but I'll remind that it's another challenge quote!
Quote: Like the lost catacombs of Egypt, God only knows where we stuck it.
Story: Where?
Harry was completely stumped. He had bought four tubes of lube yesterday on the way home from work and had made sure this morning to put them in handy places. He absolutely hated not having any in the room when the mood struck him. Only, now that he was in the mood and Draco was up for anything because of the wizard's marijuana, all four tubes of lube had gone missing.
"Where could they have gone?" Harry fumed, standing still finally, having given up on the search. Maybe if he stood still long enough, he'd remember.
"Like the lost catacombs of Egypt, God only knows where we stuck it," Draco quietly said.
Harry looked up at his boyfriend who was currently studying a plant that had been a housewarming gift. He decided then and there that he would make sure to watch next time how much Draco smoked.
"Wow! What the hell have you two been up to?" Ron asked as he waltzed into the kitchen.
Harry mentally added another item to the list of what not to do: Don't decided to get horny before Ron, his flatmate, is due home.
"Oh! Hey, Harry!" Draco said. "Ron might be able to help."
Harry's eyes went wide and shook his head frantically. Ron, on the other hand nodded. "Sure. What's wrong?"
"We have misplaced the lube Harry got for us yesterday," Draco exclaimed as though there was nothing wrong with asking.
Ron turned beet red and suddenly Harry thought that might not have been a bad idea. He stepped closer to Ron. "Do you?"
Ron bit his lip and nodded. Draco lit up like a kid at Christmas and Harry growled. Hiding his face in his hands, Ron mumbled, "I took them."
"What the fuck?" Harry asked, unsure if he had heard right. He didn't care so much that the lube had been moved at this point. He just wanted to know why Ron had.
Ron sighed and looked at his feet. "Well, you both know I'm fine with you. Really. But I don't understand why you have so much sex!"
Draco burst out laughing and Harry was gobsmacked. Ron looked up in the silence and looked confused. "What?"
Harry sighed and shook his head. Now, on the top of his to-do list, was to find a new flat. For him and Draco.