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Sex-God!Harry - H/R - NC-17
Title: Sex-God!Harry
Author:shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: NC-17 ish
Words: 547
This is for my belovednetbyrd. Um. Everyone else might as well look away now. She said "I have problems with stories that need to make Harry into the most powerful, sexiest, wealthiest thing on the planet. It drives me crazy. That and when the the lead couple is worshiped by all around them so much that the other people in the fic should start carving votive figures. That is way too creepy."
Sex-God!Harry
****
Hermione opened the door to the kitchen in 12 Grimmauld Place and slid into an empty chair. No one noticed her arrival until she sighed, loudly.
Neville looked up from his whittling and raised an eyebrow.
”What’s wrong, ‘Mione?” Ginny asked, putting her hand on the older girl’s arm.
“Oh, nothing. Not wrong, exactly. More like missing.”
“But ‘Mione, darlin’,” put in Seamus, “everything is wonderful, since Harry got rid of You Know Who!”
“Yes,” agreed Lavender. “We can all live happily here, free from the Fidelius Charm, and free from fear, ever since Harry used the Power You Know Who Knew Not, we are safe!” And she held Dean’s hand, tightly.
“Yes, I know that,” Hermione muttered.
“And we are happy, aren’t we, baby?” asked Seamus, lifting her hair and nuzzling her neck.
“Well, yes.”
“Then what is missing?” asked Ginny, slipping her hand onto Neville’s thigh, under the table.
Hermione sighed. “I just passed the library, and saw Harry and Ron in there.”
“Oh!” said Ginny and Lavender.
“And were they…?” prompted Dean.
“Yes,” sighed Hermione.
“Oh,” said Seamus, dropping her hair with a soft thud.
“It’s just that,” Hermione sighed again. “Well, obviously I am thrilled that Harry has a ten inch cock and that he came all over Voldemort during the Final Battle and that the sheer purity of his come dissolved Voldemort like the Wicked Witch of the West.
“And I love you dearly, Seamus. And I know that you two are happy,” she smiled at Ginny and Neville, who blushed. “And you,” she smiled at Dean and Lavender, who smiled back and nodded.
“And I know that we are lucky to be living here, safely, under Harry’s roof. But sometimes they just make me feel so inadequate.
“Sometimes, when you accidentally pause in the doorway to the library, and they have forgotten to draw the curtain over the one-way mirrored panel set into the door, and you can see that Ron is on all fours on the tiger-skin rug in front of the fire, and that Harry’s magnificent cock is pounding into him, and that Ron’s head is thrown back and his eyes are closed and his mouth open as he screams with pleasure, and his lips are red and wet and you just know that he swallowed Harry’s last load and then Harry reaches for Ron’s cock and they glow from Harry’s raw power as he strokes Ron to a bellowing orgasm and Ron’s come coats the rug and his arse muscles clench and milk Harry to such a shattering climax that it blows the fire out and then they cuddle in each others’ arms and they kiss and Harry licks the last bit of his come off of Ron’s lips and you can just faintly lip-read them telling each other that they love each other by the dying embers of the fire. Well, you just feel that you will never have what they do.”
“I’m sorry, baby. I do my best,” whispered Seamus.
“We all do,” murmured Dean.
“It’ll never be enough,” whispered Lavender.
“But at least we are here with them,” muttered Ginny.
“Finished,” said Neville, putting down his knife and reverently placing a statue of Harry buggering Ron in the middle of the table.
“Aaaahhh!” they all sighed.
Title: Sex-God!Harry
Author:
shocfixPairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: NC-17 ish
Words: 547
This is for my beloved
netbyrd. Um. Everyone else might as well look away now. She said "I have problems with stories that need to make Harry into the most powerful, sexiest, wealthiest thing on the planet. It drives me crazy. That and when the the lead couple is worshiped by all around them so much that the other people in the fic should start carving votive figures. That is way too creepy."Sex-God!Harry
****
Hermione opened the door to the kitchen in 12 Grimmauld Place and slid into an empty chair. No one noticed her arrival until she sighed, loudly.
Neville looked up from his whittling and raised an eyebrow.
”What’s wrong, ‘Mione?” Ginny asked, putting her hand on the older girl’s arm.
“Oh, nothing. Not wrong, exactly. More like missing.”
“But ‘Mione, darlin’,” put in Seamus, “everything is wonderful, since Harry got rid of You Know Who!”
“Yes,” agreed Lavender. “We can all live happily here, free from the Fidelius Charm, and free from fear, ever since Harry used the Power You Know Who Knew Not, we are safe!” And she held Dean’s hand, tightly.
“Yes, I know that,” Hermione muttered.
“And we are happy, aren’t we, baby?” asked Seamus, lifting her hair and nuzzling her neck.
“Well, yes.”
“Then what is missing?” asked Ginny, slipping her hand onto Neville’s thigh, under the table.
Hermione sighed. “I just passed the library, and saw Harry and Ron in there.”
“Oh!” said Ginny and Lavender.
“And were they…?” prompted Dean.
“Yes,” sighed Hermione.
“Oh,” said Seamus, dropping her hair with a soft thud.
“It’s just that,” Hermione sighed again. “Well, obviously I am thrilled that Harry has a ten inch cock and that he came all over Voldemort during the Final Battle and that the sheer purity of his come dissolved Voldemort like the Wicked Witch of the West.
“And I love you dearly, Seamus. And I know that you two are happy,” she smiled at Ginny and Neville, who blushed. “And you,” she smiled at Dean and Lavender, who smiled back and nodded.
“And I know that we are lucky to be living here, safely, under Harry’s roof. But sometimes they just make me feel so inadequate.
“Sometimes, when you accidentally pause in the doorway to the library, and they have forgotten to draw the curtain over the one-way mirrored panel set into the door, and you can see that Ron is on all fours on the tiger-skin rug in front of the fire, and that Harry’s magnificent cock is pounding into him, and that Ron’s head is thrown back and his eyes are closed and his mouth open as he screams with pleasure, and his lips are red and wet and you just know that he swallowed Harry’s last load and then Harry reaches for Ron’s cock and they glow from Harry’s raw power as he strokes Ron to a bellowing orgasm and Ron’s come coats the rug and his arse muscles clench and milk Harry to such a shattering climax that it blows the fire out and then they cuddle in each others’ arms and they kiss and Harry licks the last bit of his come off of Ron’s lips and you can just faintly lip-read them telling each other that they love each other by the dying embers of the fire. Well, you just feel that you will never have what they do.”
“I’m sorry, baby. I do my best,” whispered Seamus.
“We all do,” murmured Dean.
“It’ll never be enough,” whispered Lavender.
“But at least we are here with them,” muttered Ginny.
“Finished,” said Neville, putting down his knife and reverently placing a statue of Harry buggering Ron in the middle of the table.
“Aaaahhh!” they all sighed.