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The prompt and original drabble posts for this drabblethon were lost to my back-up snafu. These drabbles were written on the occasion of my 400th friending.

24. For alex_broken, whose prompt was "Ron/Harry: virgin, big, slut."

The Ache of "Never" (NC-17; Ron/Harry; 100 words)

Ron always forgot the silencing charms, but Harry didn't care. His friend's moans put him in mind of the big cock up and down which Ron's fingers were sliding; the image made him lick his lips like a slut as he entwined his own fingers around his prick and stroked in time with the sounds coming from nearby.

Ron was a virgin—Lavender hadn't let Ron shag her yet—and Harry prayed that his friend's frustration might move him to accept . . . .

"Don't be stupid. He'd never."

Damn it! Ron thought, purposefully not choking back a groan as he came. Will Harry never . . . .

25. For alex_broken, whose prompt was "Snarry: public-bathroom, hogwarts, camera."

Personal Photo Journalism (NC-17; Colin Creevey/himself, Snarry; 100 words)

Colin knew that if his mum understood in what true direction his ambitions turned, she would never have obliged him by owling the "special" camera he'd been coveting to Hogwarts. But ever since he'd discovered what Harry and Professor Snape got up to in the second-floor girl's loo—using it like a public bathroom!—he'd needed the device.

Harry would never take his prick so lovingly into his mouth and swallow it down, Colin knew that—but having the evidence that his hero was a champion cock-sucker hovering above his bed while he wanked himself silly was almost sufficient consolation.

"Oh . . . yes!"

26. For calmingshoggoth, whose prompt was "Harry/golden snitch: shaft, surprise, embarrassment."

Inspirations toward a Superior Wank (NC-17; Harry/Golden Snitch, Hermione/Ron; 100 words)

Harry had studied hard at Charms, ever since that one daydream after Quidditch practice, and, to his surprise, he had managed it. He lay back in embarrassment at what he meant to do, his shaft quivering in anticipation. The Golden Snitch's wings were soft now, fluttering over the head of his cock, teasing his weeping length, drawing his pleasure in pulses up and out of his balls.

God, it's so good!

He'd never been this preoccupied with wanking before, but, ever since he'd seen Hermione's fingers around Ron's . . . .

Why'd they never think to keep girls out of the boy's dormitories?