Draco’s got a theory. About sex. And after much searching for the right candidate, it appears that only Harry Potter, his life long enemy, can help him test it out.
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Harry’s so big, men balk at him topping. But not Draco.
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Another Draco becomes a spy for the Order story with a slight twist and lots of hot sex.
(Top!Draco, Bottom!Harry)
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One morning Harry wakes up in Draco Malfoy’s bed without a clue how he ended up there in the first place. Well, one time might be chalked up as an accident, but several times could be called a bad habit…?
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“Let me get this straight,” Harry peered at Dawlish over the top of Malfoy’s case file “Malfoy’s brewed a potion that, erm, bottles Veela characteristics, and has without proper testing, research or Ministry approval ingested it?” Harry paused, waiting for Dawlish to nod before continuing, “Now you want me to guard him from the sexual advances of hormonally crazed bystanders, while he works on making an antidote?”
“Excellent, Potter. You were paying attention. That’s the second time this week.”
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Harry always held the hope that Draco would come back, and now he had, just not in the way Harry would’ve imagined. Draco had clearly moved on, judging by the three year old clutched to his legs.
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Screw veela.
No, literally - screw veela.
(Alternately, the one where Malfoy is a Veela and needs protection, and Harry is semi-immune to allure and needs to protect. Or something.)
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Sam and Dean meet an angel, who wants to make a deal. They will get all the worldly goods they could ever want, all they have to do is to stop doing… what?
“No more close calls because you ran out of, I-don’t-know, currency or canons or holy water. No more dangerous raids for ingredients, be it demon’s tears or werewolf femurs. You wish for it, it is yours. We will naturally put a restriction on anything that might harm Us, but everything else in this wide, wide world is at your command.”
“Not any canons, they just never get it right,” Sam murmured to himself, while considering the offer, “The balls never end up where they’re supposed to.”
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Dean turns into a complete and utter nympho. It takes Sam a while to notice the difference.
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Dean goes and gets himself cursed. Again. Sam, being the wonderful brother he is, fixes it.
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