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Luckiest Fucking Queen Size (original ver.)

Hey guys, yes I'm not dead. But I wish I was. I've been not that active on wattpad and it probably will be a while when I do. I don't feel good in my life anymore, and I just wish that I could just sleep to never wake up.

Anyways, it has been a while that I came to watt pad, and checked on my own stories. But when I did I noticed a comment I don't remember the exact words but I remember it saying that "this story is disrespectful to the original author". So I felt kinda bad as never try to offend or hurt anyone and then I wanted to know what was the reason behind someone saying that. So I got into it and saw that there were errors on the story part "Luckiest Fucking Queen Size" and then I started to read it and then realised that I uploaded a translated version of the real story and at that moment I realized I fucked up. So I tried to edit that one-shot but for some fucktard wattpad-is-an-asshole reason it won't budge. So anyone who felt offended or didn't like the way that one-shot was translated...I'm sorry. And take this one-shot for kind of compensation.

And I did not post this one-shot as a new one so that I could get more votes, but if you feel that way you can even ignore that star button if you want. But my intentions are seriously not to get the votes if anyone of you even thought about it. And I do not wish to harm or offend any author. Again guys I'm sorry

I’d heard rumours, of course; Potter and his colossal cock.

I’d overheard Jamie Sanders in the break room whispering and giggling to Barbara Whittle about how he kept giving himself an erection simply by recalling his night with Potter and his massive cock. It had been an accident of course, my overhearing that, because, well... I’d been eavesdropping (but by accident).

I’d watched as Frank Larson, up in Control of Magical Creatures, limped around heavily after he’d apparently managed to achieve his biggest ambition of making it into Potter’s bed (where I suppose the legendary beast had emerged in all its glory). He’d looked incredibly content, the smug bastard, I saw it. But only because I’d happened to be on Level Four at the time because I had to voice my doubts to somebody there about the possibility of my neighbour being an...um, werewolf or something. Not because I was looking for an excuse to go over there to confirm the rumours, excuse you.

I’d noticed Dan Callaghan, the new security wizard, shooting Cushioning Charms at his chair for days after his encounter with Potter’s (low-key) famous cock. I’d had a lot of running back and forth across the Atrium to do, which is how I happened to notice him doing so, thanks for not asking.

...Oh alright.

I know what you’re thinking; Draco Malfoy, proud Slytherin, Senior Undersecretary to the Head of International Magical Cooperation, blond perfection, never one to follow the herd, hardly the type to be swayed by superficial things like the girth and length of objects, even less when said objects are attached to strangely handsome wizards, especially wizards who just happened to have saved and liberated the wizarding world before turning twenty even.

Draco Malfoy, twenty-seven and pretty darn attractive (if you ask me), who absolutely, definitely, almost certainly, probably didn’t, maybe did have a infinitesimal, itsy-bitsy, fair sized, shamefully gigantic, likely unhealthy crush on the aforementioned wizard.

Draco Malfoy who is also a sucker (occasionally, a downright slut) for sizeable cocks.

Oh, sue me, you judgemental, sanctimonious wretch. And go get a haircut.