Title: Just Another Day

Author: Nevoreiel (lamort_noir@hotmail.com)

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Rating: R just to be safe, very questionable behaviour, some very enthusiastic pole rubbing and licking (don't ask) and snogging going on between two males *winkwink*, language. That about sums it up.

Summary: To liven up a Charms lesson some idiot decides to play some music, and behold – Draco decided to do a little dance on his table and drags Harry into it. But where do Filch and a strip club come in?

Disclaimer: The characters in no way, shape, or form ever did, are, or will belong to me. The outrageous storyline belongs to me though. J.K. Rowling would not be caught dead writing such things. No money is made of this and who would want to pay for something like this? If you really want to sue me talk to me when I actually have some money.

Warning: The only warning would be that if outrageous situations make you choke then be careful when you read, oh, and don't eat or drink anything while reading. And also a great big lack of talking. This story is SLASH (male/male relationship), nothing much but much smut; the R rating is not for a very good reason. :)

Archive: My website: http://www21.brinskter.com/fracturedprose and any other website that wants it, jus tell me about it so I'm aware of it.

Notes: Yay, I have a new "story". The featured song is "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails from his CD "The Downward Spiral". I might have taken some liberties with the Potter World and this is a 3rd person narrative type of thing. Also watch out for OOCs, I couldn't make the story the way it is unless I made them completely out of character. And for the sake of the "story" the radio mentioned works on a magical current. Storyline? Where?

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It was another day in Hogwarts. Granted it wasn't an ordinary day, no day at Hogwarts is ever ordinary. Unless you were in the Charms classroom at this particular time of day. Half the class was asleep and the other half, well… the other half was almost asleep. With lazy movements the few students who were paying attention were trying, unsuccessfully I might add, to perform a switching charm.

The most commotion was brought about when Neville switched his desk with a vicious looking dog. It took awhile before Professor Flitwick was able to switch the dog and the table back to their original places. Neville had run a few laps around the room by then, he looked ready to collapse and when no one offered him a chair he did collapse.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all standing in a huddle, looking extremely sleepy. Ron was waving around his wand dangerously, pointing it every which way. Hermione, of course, had mastered it and was switching her quill with Harry's just to show that she could.

Suddenly an eerie rhythm filled the room. Music! Crabbe gave a snort and came out of hibernation; Goyle was beyond help, practically rolling on the floor. Ah… henchman. But the attraction of the Slytherin side was Draco Malfoy, delectable enemy number one of the famous Harry Potter. He was currently climbing expertly the mountain that was his desk, oblivious to the parchment, book, quill, and ink bottle that flew off.

Those that were sufficiently awake were staring at Draco openly, finally some excitement. Once happily standing on top Draco discarded his robes and started to sway to the rhythm. Everyone, including Harry, could not help but "ooh" and "ahh" and Draco continued his seductive dance. His hips swung left, right, left, right. Somebody fainted but that's not important. The whole class, with the exception of Neville, Goyle, and the random faintee, rushed around the rectangular table. They formed a wall around Draco, their tongues lolling.

"you let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
you let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
help me I broke apart my insides, help me I've got no soul to sell
help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself"

As the music got into full swing, Draco started a more frantic rhythm, undulating his body in ways that greatly pleased the multitude. The only two reasonable people left were Hermione and Professor Flitwick though by the looks of it Professor Flitwick was succumbing to the spell. But once Hermione stuffed the poor Professors ears he came back to earth. Unfortunately for him he had to break up the commotion.

The tiny Professor had no way of getting through the crowd of hormonally charged teenagers. Lucky for him he was small and therefore successfully was able to crawl between their legs. At this time the crowd got so rowdy that a chant was taken up – started by none other then our blushing hero. The spectacle continued to the persistent chant of "Take it off!"

"I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god"

Being naturally coy, Malfoy decided to tease the class and slowly, ever so slowly, undid his tie. Every eye in the room including that of a stuffed cat followed his every movement. Finally getting the tie untied Draco threw it into the crazed crowd. Pansy was the one to catch it but her glory was short lived as all those near enough piled on top of her and started a cat fight. The chant broke off and many appreciative remarks could be heard.

Shakily Professor Flitwick raised himself up next to the edge of the table and dusted off his hat. Someone had the audacity to step on it. Getting mesmerized once again by Mr. Malfoy's swaying pelvis he completely forgot his mission. But as someone stepped on his foot he regained his bearing. Loudly clearing his throat which did absolutely no good he started tugging urgently on Draco's pant leg which also did absolutely no good.

Draco however had started undoing his shirt buttons, one by one. Reaching the last one he started sliding the fabric off of his right shoulder, showing a little skin. There were many catcalls. Finally, after much drooling and table banging the shirt was off. It flew gracefully over the students' heads and wound up on Hermione's head. This was most unfortunate as she was jumped by those who wanted to get their hands on that shirt.

Being absolutely insane the Professor started climbing onto the table with the help of a chair, this took him awhile. Once on top the tugging resumed. As the tugging got too persistent Mr. Malfoy had the common sense to kick out at the nuisance. At about the same time Seamus decided that it was time to get some real entertainment. With a flick of the wand he switched the Professor with a stripper's pole, firmly embedded in the wood of the table, I might add.

The whole congregation cheered.

"you can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
you can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
help me tear down my reason, help me it's your sex I can smell
help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else"

Seeing the pole as an advantage Draco wasted no time in getting to know it. Straddling it with one leg and hooking an arm around it he started rubbing seductively against it. There were many appreciative whistles. Feeling in the spirit of it all and how couldn't he, Mr. Malfoy stuck out his pink tongue and very slowly licked his way up the pole.

Hermione crawled cautiously away from the body pile, she was covered in bruises and bite marks where the girls and some boys had bitten her in their haste. Shakily getting to her feet Hermione looked sadly at the place where Professor Flitwick was last seen. Deciding that trying to stop this madness would not do any good, she started combing the room for the source of the offensive music.

"I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god"

Draco was enjoying his newfound fame immensely. He decided it was time to play. Seeing Potter in the crowd he curled and uncurled his index finger. Potter looked dumbstruck and to verify the gesture he pointed at himself and silently mouthed "Me?" Mr. Malfoy found this extremely delightful and getting on all fours he nodded his head, carefully maneuvering in the tight space of his desk and making sure his arse was stuck up just the right way.

As people around them realized what Draco, the current Sex God, wanted they hurriedly pushed Harry towards the front and with little difficulty they heaved him onto the crowded table. Caught like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming truck Harry crouched there frozen. Soon enough though the excitement registered.

Looking slightly bewildered our hero stood up and grabbed the pole for support. Seeing the uncertainty the current Sex God decided to get rid of it. Sitting back on his haunches he appraised his pray with a hungry look. The crowd sensing something palpable in the air took up another chant: "Snog! Snog! Snog!"

Playing up to the sex crazed students Draco licked his lips in anticipation and Harry visibly swallowed. Pouncing on our hero Draco pressed himself fervently against the other warm body. This was rewarded with many appreciative "ahhs" and much clapping. Cornering his prey with his silver gaze, Draco carefully licked Harry's cheek, producing a shudder.

"through every forest, above the trees
within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
you are the reason I stay alive"

Finally with total abandon our dearest Slytherin attached his mouth to that of Harry's. Feverishly biting, licking, and otherwise taking out his hormonal build up on Harry. As carefully as possible, Draco started unclasping his prey's robes. As those who were near enough noticed this, the old chant of "Take it off!" was taken up. If you listened carefully enough muffled cries of protest could be heard coming from Mr. Potter.

As trying to pry Malfoy's fingers off him was not at all possible Harry decided to pay in kind and reached for the zipper of Draco's pants. Still battling for control above waistline Draco could not spare a hand to stop Potter's advances, plus it was kind of nice. Ah, banish the thought.

While more glorious skin was revealed some dropped into a dead faint, not able to take all the damn beauty!

Down to his boxers, Draco realized which pair he was wearing today and he smiled faintly. It had broomsticks on it, the irony. Sliding his hands over Potter's chest he was happily oblivious of the battle currently taking place over his discarded pants.

Sudden silence reigned over the classroom as the music abruptly cut off. A triumphant "Aha!" was heard and everyone, excluding those who fainted and Goyle (Neville couldn't resist a mosh pit) turned to stare at Hermione. She was holding a random storage cupboard door open. Sitting inside was none other than Mr. Filch. He was smiling sheepishly and clutching to his chest what Hermione thought to be a Muggle radio.

A strangled yell of disgust was heard and all turned back to the infamous table. Draco was frantically trying to wipe off his tongue, spluttering incoherently. Harry was standing just as bewildered – his pants unzipped and his shirt hanging off one shoulder. Feeing all eyes on himself and Potter, Draco realized that he was standing in his boxers.

Glancing around frantically he finally decided that the pole would be best and tried to hide behind it. Seeing as it was doing no good he snatched off Harry's shirt and wrapped it around his waist superstitiously. Sticking out his tongue at all of them he scowled, "And what are you all staring at?"

Promptly all eyes turned back to Filch still crammed in the cupboard. "Explain yourself Mr. Filch," said Hermione sternly.

He stammered a bit and then confessed to liking this kind of music.

"But how did you end up in the cupboard?" Ron broke in.

"Someone must've switched Filch with the supplies. But this still doesn't explain why you were in a cupboard in the first place. Mr. Filch?" Hermione was all business. I think she secretly enjoyed it.

"Ah, well… you see I can't go disgracing myself, so I listen to it in a cupboard so no one hears me." Filch cringed when Hermione raised her wand but all she did was switch him back with the supplies. But on the sly she added bunny ears and now Filch was blissfully unaware of the pink fluffy ears he'd acquired.

Everyone sighed with relief.

Draco still humiliated carefully climbed off the table and inched towards the door. "I'll get you back for this, Potter, mark my word. Putting the Imperious Curse on me, I'll show you." Huffing he slipped through the door and out of sight. There was an audible collective groan heard.

Harry got off the table as well, looking rather happy. And who wouldn't be? He was surprised to find that his robe now had some very strategically placed holes in it.

With the excitement gone the class dispersed, if slowly. Harry proved to be an undeniable attraction.

This would be a class many would remember with fond memories.

The E –

But wait, it can't end there. Where did poor Professor Flitwick get switched to? To the Professors endless delight he ended up the centerpiece of a strip show. The girls loved him.

And what about the next day, something has to happen!

But why wait that long? By the end of the day the school was buzzing about Mr. Malfoy's performance and how Harry decided to "lend a hand". Harry and Draco got a lot of fan support that day and a particular clingy Ravenclaw started stalking Draco around the school. Unfortunately he got a restraining order set against him.

Fred and George were laughing heartily, Fred was able to choke out between all the laughter, "I wonder what Malfoy would do if we put in a higher dosage."

Since Harry overheard this he was keen on getting the formula for that concoction, never know when it might come in handy. When asked about it Fred and George said the dancing ability did not come with the potion only the urge to do it. Harry was in heaven.

Dumbledore seemed very pleased about this and during dinner loudly announced that it's a pity that no one though to tape it. At this Hermione lost her temper and stamping her feet shouted that it's impossible to use such Muggle devices in Hogwarts. Dumbledore looked very perplexed.

And overall everyone was very happy. Even Malfoy was quite surprised at his sexual prowess.

I wonder if anyone will think to get Professor Flitwick back. Does he want to go back? Let's not even go there.

The End

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A/N: How was it? Good? Bad? Ugly? Flame all you want, I'll love you forever. I have yet to be flamed. And if you just want to review I'll love you forever as well. :) I know it's just begging for a sequel, if I get a good enough idea I'll write a sequel. Anyone want a sequel?