Drabble: Winning Game
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alisanneTitle: Winning Game
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alisanne
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harryron100's challenge: Gold
Rating: R
Word Count: 100
Category/Warnings: Drama, erotica
A/N: Ron has a great day.
Beta:sevfan
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Winning Game
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Ron smiled at the sea of Gryffindor banners. They’d win if only he could locate that bloody Snitch...
Spotting a glint of gold, Ron sped away. He was substitute Seeker for Harry, who’d got detention. “Sodding Snape,” he muttered as he flew.
He’d almost reached the Snitch when Malfoy swooped out of nowhere, snatching it.
Ron grit his teeth as the Slytherins sang a round of ‘Weasley is our King’.
Finally arriving in his room, Ron opened his curtains, shocked to see Harry there, naked, fisting his prick.
“Weasley is my king,” he murmured.
Ron grinned. He’d won after all.
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Author:
alisannePrompt: Written for
harryron100's challenge: GoldRating: R
Word Count: 100
Category/Warnings: Drama, erotica
A/N: Ron has a great day.
Beta:
sevfanDisclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
~
Winning Game
~
Ron smiled at the sea of Gryffindor banners. They’d win if only he could locate that bloody Snitch...
Spotting a glint of gold, Ron sped away. He was substitute Seeker for Harry, who’d got detention. “Sodding Snape,” he muttered as he flew.
He’d almost reached the Snitch when Malfoy swooped out of nowhere, snatching it.
Ron grit his teeth as the Slytherins sang a round of ‘Weasley is our King’.
Finally arriving in his room, Ron opened his curtains, shocked to see Harry there, naked, fisting his prick.
“Weasley is my king,” he murmured.
Ron grinned. He’d won after all.
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