Are You Ugly?
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Adult +
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3
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3,843
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9
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Are You Ugly
Harry sighed as he came home from the ministry of magic. He was so tired of acting like the Boy-Who-
Lived. Tired of burying the part of himself he hadn’t acknowledged in years. Work had been hectic
that day, and all he had wanted to do for hours was curse everyone in sight. Unfortunately, that
wasn’t allowed. He poured himself a shot of Ogden’s best Firewhiskey and sat in a chair in front of
the fire. The door to the room opened and Ginny, his wife, stood there in her bathrobe. She shut
the door behind her and stood in front of Harry with her arms crossed.
“Harry, I never see you anymore, and when I do you’re distant or snarky. Why is that?” Harry sighed.
“I’m sorry, Ginny. Things have been hectic at work. I guess I’m just taking it out on you.” Ginny
took the glass of liquor from Harry’s hands and threw it in the fire. It flared brightly and then
died. Ginny advanced and ran her hands down Harry’s chest. Sitting in his lap, she wrapped her arms
around him and began to nibble his neck. Harry pushed her off.
“What the hell was that Harry?”
“I’m not in the mood tonight.” Ginny huffed.
“You’re never in the mood anymore! We haven’t had sex in months! When are you going to be ‘in the
mood’?” Harry got up and opened the door.
“I don’t know, Ginny, Why don’t you tell me? I’m going out. Since you threw the last of my Ogden’s
in the fire, I need a drink.”
“Harry, have you ever considered that you may be an alcoholic?” Harry snorted, and walked out of the
house shutting the door behind him. He apparated into muggle London and entered a bar called
Cupid’s Arrow. He sat at the bar and ordered a whiskey on the rocks. He quickly downed it and
called for another. As he nursed his drink, someone sat next to him.
“Whiskey, dry, on the rocks.” The drink slid down the bar and Harry’s eyes followed it until they
fell on Draco Malfoy. His face was softer than it had been the last time he saw Draco. He had
slightly longer hair that fell over his face, but it was unmistakably Draco Malfoy.
“Draco, I never thought I’d see you in a muggle bar.” He spun around, his hair flipped out of his
face, as he looked at Harry in shock.
“Harry, I haven’t seen you since Graduation. How have you been? How many children did you and
Weaselette have?” Harry sighed.
“We have three kids now. James, Albus Severus, and Lily.” Draco whistled.
“Wow, you got busy huh? It’s only been six years since Graduation. I only have one son, his name is
Scorpius.” Harry laughed.
“That’s some name! That poor boy will never live it down.”
“He is a Malfoy. He’ll bear it just fine.” Harry was quiet for a minute before calling for another
drink.
“Have you ever felt like your life wasn’t real? Like it’s all a game? I feel like I’ve been
pretending my whole life. Lying about who I am.”
Are you ugly?
A liar like me?
A user, a lost soul?
Someone you don't know
Money it's no cure
A Sickness so pure
Are you like me?
Are you ugly?
Draco nodded.
“Yeah I do. You know I never hated you. I never was supposed to be put in Slytherin but if my
father had found out I was in Ravenclaw, he would have killed me. It nearly killed me to keep playing
a heartless bastard for so many years. I don’t love my wife; I had to marry her to please my
father. I’m not even straight!” Harry looked at Draco and smiled.
“I actually never really hated you either, but you were a jerk when we first met. I was supposed to
go to Slytherin, but you went there and you were a jerk to me. Then after that it became house
rivalry. I’m with Ginny because everyone expected us to get together. She’s beginning to annoy me.
God I feel so ugly!”
We are dirt, we are alone
You know we are far from sober!
We are fake, we are afraid
You know it's far from over
We are dirt we are alone
You know we are far from sober!
Look closer, are you like me?
Are you ugly?
Draco laughed.
“I never knew we had so much in common, Harry. Something always drew me to you but I never knew what
it was until now.”
“I never knew either. You know, tonight Ginny called me an alcoholic because I haven’t fucked her in
months and I walked out and came here. I really don’t think I like women that much myself. She’s
like a disease, keeping me from being myself.”
“Come with me, Harry. Want to see if you’re really gay?”
Turn a blind eye
Why do I deny?
Medicate me
So I die Happy
A strain of cancer
Chokes the answers
Are you like me?
A liar like me?
Draco stood up and pulled Harry into one of the back rooms of the bar and locked the door.
“I always blamed you for the life I had. I’m sure you blamed me too. But I don’t blame anyone
anymore for what’s always been my fault. It’s time to make the right choice. What will you
do,Harry?” Harry drew Draco into a hug. He whispered into Draco’s ear.
“Please show me what it’s like to finally be myself.” Draco pulled off Harry’s shirt.
We are dirt, we are alone
You know we are far from sober!
We are fake, we are afraid
You know it's far from over
We are dirt we are alone
You know we are far from sober!
Look closer, are you like me?
Are you ugly?
I don't care, you don't care
I'm bitter, you're angry.
You don't care, I don't care
You love you, just like me
I blame you, you blame me
I'm bitter, you're angry.
You don't care, I don't care
You love you, like me
Harry was pinned up to the wall by Draco’s body. Delicious friction between their naked bodies made
them moan with pleasure. Draco fused their lips in a passionate kiss.
“Please, Draco! Take me now! Nnngh!” Draco entered Harry in a swift thrust and buried his cock in up
to his balls. Harry grimaced at the discomfort of the fast entrance. He moved on Draco’s cock when
the pain of entry went away. Draco pulled out cautiously and slammed back in, moaning as Harry’s
hole squeezed him tightly.
“FUCK! God Harry. . . So fucking . . . ah . . . tight!” Draco quickened the pace, balls slapping
Harry’s arse as he pounded it into submission. Harry threw his head back and rocked to the tempo
Draco had set.
“YES!! Oh HARDER! Yeah! Right there, more, please don’t stop. Ohhhh!” Harry moved faster, desperate
for the release just out of his grasp. Draco pulled out of him and lowered him to the floor.
“Why did you stop!? I want you to come in me!” Draco smiled at him.
“Just a minute, Harry, get on your hands and knees.” Harry reared up and placed his palms flat on
the floor. Draco spread Harry’s arse cheeks and gazed at his spasming hole. Draco licked all around
Harry’s entrance and pushed his tongue in, mimicking what he did with his cock. Harry moaned loudly
and began to rub his pre-come covered cock. Draco got up and placed his cock at Harry’s crack
again. He slammed in, causing both to scream in pleasure. He gripped Harry’s hips tightly and
slammed in faster. Harry came, shooting his cum all over the floor. Harry’s orgasm squeezed Draco’s
cock and he came with a loud cry. They collapsed on top of each other, and tried to catch their
breath.
“Draco, that was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had! Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure. Can we do this again?”
“Sure. Same time next week, but I have to go.” Harry gave Draco a hug and they both got dressed.
Harry disapparated to hid house, where he found a note on his door.
Harry,
I’m sorry. I just can’t take your attitude anymore. Tomorrow I will be sending you divorce papers.
You can have the kids if you want but I’ll have some visitation. I’ve packed all my things and moved
in with my parents.
Goodbye,
Ginny
Harry smiled.
“I’m free!” Harry apparated to Malfoy Manor and, caught sight of a blonde witch disapparating.
Harry entered the manor and Draco was standing in the foyer, clutching divorce papers in his hand.
“Harry! My wife’s finally leaving me! Thank Merlin! She was a stuck up bitch! Um, why are you here?”
Harry held up Ginny’s note.
“Ginny and I are getting a divorce too!” Draco smirked.
“Well, this calls for celebration,” he conjured a bottle of wine and two glasses. “Let’s make a
toast. To our future!” They each drained their glasses and moved in for a kiss.
We are dirt, we are alone
You know we are far from sober!
We are fake, we are afraid
You know it's far from over
We are dirt we are alone
You know we are far from sober!
Look closer, are you like me?
Are you ugly?
Lived. Tired of burying the part of himself he hadn’t acknowledged in years. Work had been hectic
that day, and all he had wanted to do for hours was curse everyone in sight. Unfortunately, that
wasn’t allowed. He poured himself a shot of Ogden’s best Firewhiskey and sat in a chair in front of
the fire. The door to the room opened and Ginny, his wife, stood there in her bathrobe. She shut
the door behind her and stood in front of Harry with her arms crossed.
“Harry, I never see you anymore, and when I do you’re distant or snarky. Why is that?” Harry sighed.
“I’m sorry, Ginny. Things have been hectic at work. I guess I’m just taking it out on you.” Ginny
took the glass of liquor from Harry’s hands and threw it in the fire. It flared brightly and then
died. Ginny advanced and ran her hands down Harry’s chest. Sitting in his lap, she wrapped her arms
around him and began to nibble his neck. Harry pushed her off.
“What the hell was that Harry?”
“I’m not in the mood tonight.” Ginny huffed.
“You’re never in the mood anymore! We haven’t had sex in months! When are you going to be ‘in the
mood’?” Harry got up and opened the door.
“I don’t know, Ginny, Why don’t you tell me? I’m going out. Since you threw the last of my Ogden’s
in the fire, I need a drink.”
“Harry, have you ever considered that you may be an alcoholic?” Harry snorted, and walked out of the
house shutting the door behind him. He apparated into muggle London and entered a bar called
Cupid’s Arrow. He sat at the bar and ordered a whiskey on the rocks. He quickly downed it and
called for another. As he nursed his drink, someone sat next to him.
“Whiskey, dry, on the rocks.” The drink slid down the bar and Harry’s eyes followed it until they
fell on Draco Malfoy. His face was softer than it had been the last time he saw Draco. He had
slightly longer hair that fell over his face, but it was unmistakably Draco Malfoy.
“Draco, I never thought I’d see you in a muggle bar.” He spun around, his hair flipped out of his
face, as he looked at Harry in shock.
“Harry, I haven’t seen you since Graduation. How have you been? How many children did you and
Weaselette have?” Harry sighed.
“We have three kids now. James, Albus Severus, and Lily.” Draco whistled.
“Wow, you got busy huh? It’s only been six years since Graduation. I only have one son, his name is
Scorpius.” Harry laughed.
“That’s some name! That poor boy will never live it down.”
“He is a Malfoy. He’ll bear it just fine.” Harry was quiet for a minute before calling for another
drink.
“Have you ever felt like your life wasn’t real? Like it’s all a game? I feel like I’ve been
pretending my whole life. Lying about who I am.”
Are you ugly?
A liar like me?
A user, a lost soul?
Someone you don't know
Money it's no cure
A Sickness so pure
Are you like me?
Are you ugly?
Draco nodded.
“Yeah I do. You know I never hated you. I never was supposed to be put in Slytherin but if my
father had found out I was in Ravenclaw, he would have killed me. It nearly killed me to keep playing
a heartless bastard for so many years. I don’t love my wife; I had to marry her to please my
father. I’m not even straight!” Harry looked at Draco and smiled.
“I actually never really hated you either, but you were a jerk when we first met. I was supposed to
go to Slytherin, but you went there and you were a jerk to me. Then after that it became house
rivalry. I’m with Ginny because everyone expected us to get together. She’s beginning to annoy me.
God I feel so ugly!”
We are dirt, we are alone
You know we are far from sober!
We are fake, we are afraid
You know it's far from over
We are dirt we are alone
You know we are far from sober!
Look closer, are you like me?
Are you ugly?
Draco laughed.
“I never knew we had so much in common, Harry. Something always drew me to you but I never knew what
it was until now.”
“I never knew either. You know, tonight Ginny called me an alcoholic because I haven’t fucked her in
months and I walked out and came here. I really don’t think I like women that much myself. She’s
like a disease, keeping me from being myself.”
“Come with me, Harry. Want to see if you’re really gay?”
Turn a blind eye
Why do I deny?
Medicate me
So I die Happy
A strain of cancer
Chokes the answers
Are you like me?
A liar like me?
Draco stood up and pulled Harry into one of the back rooms of the bar and locked the door.
“I always blamed you for the life I had. I’m sure you blamed me too. But I don’t blame anyone
anymore for what’s always been my fault. It’s time to make the right choice. What will you
do,Harry?” Harry drew Draco into a hug. He whispered into Draco’s ear.
“Please show me what it’s like to finally be myself.” Draco pulled off Harry’s shirt.
We are dirt, we are alone
You know we are far from sober!
We are fake, we are afraid
You know it's far from over
We are dirt we are alone
You know we are far from sober!
Look closer, are you like me?
Are you ugly?
I don't care, you don't care
I'm bitter, you're angry.
You don't care, I don't care
You love you, just like me
I blame you, you blame me
I'm bitter, you're angry.
You don't care, I don't care
You love you, like me
Harry was pinned up to the wall by Draco’s body. Delicious friction between their naked bodies made
them moan with pleasure. Draco fused their lips in a passionate kiss.
“Please, Draco! Take me now! Nnngh!” Draco entered Harry in a swift thrust and buried his cock in up
to his balls. Harry grimaced at the discomfort of the fast entrance. He moved on Draco’s cock when
the pain of entry went away. Draco pulled out cautiously and slammed back in, moaning as Harry’s
hole squeezed him tightly.
“FUCK! God Harry. . . So fucking . . . ah . . . tight!” Draco quickened the pace, balls slapping
Harry’s arse as he pounded it into submission. Harry threw his head back and rocked to the tempo
Draco had set.
“YES!! Oh HARDER! Yeah! Right there, more, please don’t stop. Ohhhh!” Harry moved faster, desperate
for the release just out of his grasp. Draco pulled out of him and lowered him to the floor.
“Why did you stop!? I want you to come in me!” Draco smiled at him.
“Just a minute, Harry, get on your hands and knees.” Harry reared up and placed his palms flat on
the floor. Draco spread Harry’s arse cheeks and gazed at his spasming hole. Draco licked all around
Harry’s entrance and pushed his tongue in, mimicking what he did with his cock. Harry moaned loudly
and began to rub his pre-come covered cock. Draco got up and placed his cock at Harry’s crack
again. He slammed in, causing both to scream in pleasure. He gripped Harry’s hips tightly and
slammed in faster. Harry came, shooting his cum all over the floor. Harry’s orgasm squeezed Draco’s
cock and he came with a loud cry. They collapsed on top of each other, and tried to catch their
breath.
“Draco, that was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had! Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure. Can we do this again?”
“Sure. Same time next week, but I have to go.” Harry gave Draco a hug and they both got dressed.
Harry disapparated to hid house, where he found a note on his door.
Harry,
I’m sorry. I just can’t take your attitude anymore. Tomorrow I will be sending you divorce papers.
You can have the kids if you want but I’ll have some visitation. I’ve packed all my things and moved
in with my parents.
Goodbye,
Ginny
Harry smiled.
“I’m free!” Harry apparated to Malfoy Manor and, caught sight of a blonde witch disapparating.
Harry entered the manor and Draco was standing in the foyer, clutching divorce papers in his hand.
“Harry! My wife’s finally leaving me! Thank Merlin! She was a stuck up bitch! Um, why are you here?”
Harry held up Ginny’s note.
“Ginny and I are getting a divorce too!” Draco smirked.
“Well, this calls for celebration,” he conjured a bottle of wine and two glasses. “Let’s make a
toast. To our future!” They each drained their glasses and moved in for a kiss.
We are dirt, we are alone
You know we are far from sober!
We are fake, we are afraid
You know it's far from over
We are dirt we are alone
You know we are far from sober!
Look closer, are you like me?
Are you ugly?