It was late and Harry was tired. His aching legs climbed the staircase leading up to his comonroom. All he could think about was the platinum blonde kid his age that kept staring him down throughout the day. He looked down and his boner was looking back up at him. Mr Happy would have to wait. He was far too tired to do anything tonight. He said the password to the fat lady in the painting and went on his way. He was not prepared for what met him when he entered the commomroom. It was Draco Malfoy. Hermione must have set this up Harry thought to himself. He couldn't trust his brunette friend. Draco was chained to Harry's bed with dragon scale print handcuffs. Maybe Mr Happy would be getting the attention he needed after all...