Draco: Uh oh... is this an early prediction of the sound we make when we read this?
Harry: I wouldnt be surprised. Why in gods name Tiger started going that extra few inches to find true suck
again, I dont know.
By spheeris1
Hermione: Spheeris?
Ron: Now thats an interesting thing to name yourself off of... a blob of matter that gave everyone head aches
in geometry class.
Hermione: I never had any problems in geo-
Draco: Shut up. Whore.
Pairing: DM/HP/DM
Draco: Oh jesus... ><
Harry: Ew...
Hermione: Are theyre TWO Draco Malfoys?
Ron: *Porn Music*
Draco: You son of... *punches Ron out* Bitch. *Picks up tape recorder*
Warnings: Short sex poem
Draco: Aggggh...
Hermione: Oh, I get it. Its yet another thing that someone just slapped an HP coupling onto to bring in some
readers, cause it really has nothing to do with anything except the authors period.
It was torn from me, so sharp and so wild. Ripped. Pulled. Unwilling.
Draco: Ugh. Who else could have gone through the day without a *really* disturbing possible rape
description?
Group: *Raises hands*
And it burned through my belly. It torched my lungs. It enflamed my throat.
Doctor Draco: Yep, bronchitis. Seems you got an infection from sucking even more dick that this poem
does.
My ears could not believe the deafening sound that roared from my mouth.
Hermione: Then your ears are pretty stupid.
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Lips that kissed you.
Harry: Oh *that* was an enriched fulfiling verse.
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Lips that part, pale blue cave that opens. Letting the fire out.
Draco: Yeah, yeah, and toes that wiggle and arms that bend. Weee....
Fire of lust and desire. On and on. It kept coming.
Draco: *Porn Music*
Ron: *Mutters weakly from the floor*
So loud. So painful. So strong. It’s force made me fall to me my knees.
Draco: If your doing anything standing up this early in the relationship, things are gonna get boring for you
pretty fast.
Harry: And we can assume shes not sleeping with a short guy.
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You made me fall.
Draco: Not hard enough, apparently, to shut you the fuck up.
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Withering on the floor, blood pounding in my head. And still my voice ached onward.
Draco: Jesus... I sense more blood here than in the 4th week of Lilith fair
I felt the weight of you. I felt the length of you. I could feel nothing but you.
Harry: You know... and his weight... and... *shudders*... length
Each thrust dragged another scream. Another wail. Another animalistic growl.
Hermione: Jesus this bint has a distrubing idea of sex. Your not having a knife buried in your colon here.
I could not stop it. I could not control it.
Draco: Aw, but I thought your therapist told you you *could* control things in your life
Harry: There goes *that* breakthrough
It kept coming…on and on.
Hermione: It comes to mind that maybe ‘stop’ isnt in this idiots vocabulary
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This slut in my naked body, too wanton and too eager.
Hermione: Now when they say *in* this naked body...
Draco: Ew! Shut up! Whore!
Who likes to claw and bite, who likes to sweat and bleed.
Draco: *Repeats Lilith Fair reference, to the anger of big burly lesbians everywhere*
Who loves to pierce the silence of our contact with shrill pleasure.
END
Draco: Thank god. It was only a page or two, but that thing draaagged.
Harry: Ok, generally, poems should flow. And not creep people out.
Hermione: And not suck.
Ron: *Nods from the floor*