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Harry Potter Golden Snitch / Harry Potter, Mercy Improvised

Title: The improvised
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Golden Snitch, Harry Potter
Genre: Erotic, Romantic
Warnings: PWP
N: Sometimes I wonder, but Harry, who suffers from this part of a snitch is not very normal, no? Then I remember that in the name of p0rn. Join the p0rn fest and "A prompt a day"






Harry ran a hand through his hair trying to focus, ignoring the sweat that clung to the shirt on him: the exams were approaching and is the library that the hall was completely full of people intent on studying. Eventually he had to rush straight to Hermione or Ron and gusts had taken refuge there, in their dormitory, with only the textbooks to keep him company.
Despite the ability of the muggy heat to slip up there Harry had opened the window, hoping for a bit 'of wind but is not. Was flipping through yet another book, struggling with the temptation to go get a cold shower to lower the temperature, when behind him, on the windowsill, stands suddenly a shadow.
Hearing coach Harry, along with his instinct seeker, forced him to turn abruptly, surprising as the Golden Snitch. The boy glanced
alarmed at the door of the dormitory, casting a spell to seal it before you get up and move closer to the ball, a vague sense of excitement mixed with fear of being discovered as always overtook him during their meetings.
Gryffindor reached one hand and the Snitch quickly rose in the air, leaning on his open palm and then moving, slipping on her thin wrist and arm back up to slip into the short sleeves of his shirt. Harry moaned, trying to protest as his eyes moved quickly toward the door, only to remember after a second of it already closed.

Harry was breathing heavily, trying to resist the pleasure she felt, her eyes trying to follow the movements of the Snitch on your naked body. Slid on his stomach, just brushing her nipples only to return later on in the second time by pressing on them, torturing him a bit 'before moving again, flattering his shoulders and tense muscles of her neck. Conscious of his wishes, Harry rolled onto his side, lying on his stomach. For almost hurt in a hurry to take off his glasses urgently, closing his eyes to better concentrate on the feelings of the metal on his skin. The
ran a raucous when without warning she felt penetrated by him, pushing the pelvis against the mattress, trying to expand more skinny legs and sank his teeth into the pillow in an attempt to stifle the groans.



moving your hand blindly Harry forking repossess their glasses and putting the object in focus now of his desire. Still upset ran a hand through his dark hair, stretching his legs up to check how much it hurt. The Snitch fluttered into his face slowly, lazily brushing her cheek before moving his lips parted. There is leaned over in search of a kiss, surprising Harry and almost embarrassed, flattered, smiled when you left the Snitch tarnish the entire area from his breath.

With a rattle the door handle of the dormitory came down suddenly, more than once.
Harry jumped up out of bed, grabbing his boxers from the floor and infilandoseli. Behind him he heard a faint flicker, and turned quickly, just in time to see the little shadow disappearing over the sill.

"May I ask why you locked inside?" Ron looked down at him, only then noticing the dress. "And because you're half-naked?"
Harry looked around, looking for the answer's simple enough that does not sound too fake.
"There's hot."
The expression on the face of Ron disappeared immediately and the boy nodded understanding, entering the room like nothing had happened.
"Merlino if thou hast reason! But next time I stay here to study there naked while you put up with Hermione in hysterics. "
For a moment Harry was seized by the vision of his snitch who came looking for him, finding only Ron naked intent to study. With a disgusted grimace shook his head, trying to forget.