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Harry sped along the corridor, clutching his school bag close to his side. It had been positively overflowing that morning, full with Transfiguration homework he had done last night and textbooks. McGonagall, instead of letting of her students with light homework like the rest of the teachers, had set everybody several essays to do over the half term holiday. Harry- master of procrastination, though granted he wasn't as bad as Ron- had left it until the night before to do it. He had stayed up late last night with Ron completing the last of them and had woken up severely late this morning because of it.
Hence the reason why he was running at break neck speed down the corridor to Transfiguration. He had woken up about fifteen minutes ago in a complete panic. Ron, of course, had been in the same state. But unlike Harry, he had put his essays in a fairly sensible place so there was a chance he would remember them in the morning. Harry had not. He had told to Ron that he would catch him up because, even though it would probably make Harry feel better, it wouldn't be right if he made Ron late with him.
After digging for about ten minutes in his messy trunk, he extracted the rolls of parchment with a sigh of relief. He had packed his bag hastily and left at a sprint for the Transfiguration classroom.
He reckoned he had about two minutes to get there on time. If he was even a second late McGonagall would have his ass. And a number of points that Hermione would rant at him later for losing.
He swiftly skidded around the corner when karma decided to strike. What for Harry couldn't say, but a loud ripping noise emanated from his overflowing school bag and everything came spilling out onto the floor. Ink bottles, parchment, even his invisibility cloak crashed down onto the stone floor. Harry abruptly stopped and let out a cry of dismay as his heavy textbooks crushed the ink bottles. The ink quickly spread out and began soaking into everything.
Harry whipped out a hand and quickly began moving everything out of the way. Bloody hell this was going to make him late! He cast a quick Reparo spell on his bag before carefully Vanishing the ink on his books.
Footsteps echoed down the corridor, coming towards him. Glancing at the items on the floor, Harry swiftly tucked his Invisibility cloak into his bag. He'd been carrying it around with the Marauder's map for a while now; on the Order's recommendation, of course. Thinking quickly he also spotted the Marauder's Map lying open on the floor, easily displayed for the person approaching to read. He stuffed that in his bag as well before looking up quickly as the footsteps stopped next to him and the person knelt down.
Harry's face fell as Malfoy's sarcastic tones rang out across the corridor. "Wow Potter. That's going to make you late" Harry scowled at Malfoy deeply before turning back to his bag. He really didn't need this right now. Especially on top of the bag disaster.
"Yes. Thank you, Malfoy" he growled, "I think I gathered that by myself" He hastily began stuffing books haphazardly into his bag and searching through the inky debris to find an unbroken bottle. The footsteps began walking away again and Harry unconsciously let out a sigh of relief. He groaned again however, as he quickly found there were no whole bottles in the inky mess on the floor. He swiftly Vanished the whole lot before cramming the last of his stuff in his bag.
He checked his watch again; he had about half a minute to spare! He could still make it!
Harry jumped a mile however, when a hand rested itself on his elbow. He spun around and his eyes widened in surprise when he found Malfoy standing there.
Malfoy didn't quite meet Harry's eyes as he thrust a bottle at him. "This fell out of your bag. Better hurry up Potter or you'll be late." He walked off equally as swiftly, tucking some paper into his pocket, and walked out of Harry's sight. Why the hell would Malfoy be nice to him?
Puzzled, Harry turned over the bottle in his hands. It was a bottle of ink! But wait...it was the expensive kind. Harry didn't buy that.
He looked bemused down the corridor for a few seconds, unaware as the hands on his watch slowly ticked. Coming out of his daze, he glanced down at his wrist again.
Swearing loudly, he took off down the corridor again.
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Harry rubbed his aching wrist, swearing softly. It was all Malfoy's fault. Harry would have been in time for Transfiguration and not sprinting into Snape if he hadn't...befuddled Harry! He would have calmly put away his equipment into his bag and been just in time for the lesson to start, but instead he had run straight into Snape in his hurry to get to class in time.
And because it was Snape he had run into and knocked flat, that was fifty points from Gryffindor gone already there. When Harry had explained that he was late for class, specifically McGonagall's, he had issued Harry a detention because apparently he didn't think McGonagall would do it. Something about Harry being one of McGonagall's favourites.
He obviously wasn't or she wouldn't have given him detention as well for tomorrow night. He had just spent the last two hours scrubbing at filthy cauldrons with only a scrap of material to help him. Snape apparently didn't believe in the use of magic for punishment. Though it was just as well, Harry hadn't the slightest knowledge of cleaning spells that would get off the crusted potion mess. Scourgify obviously didn't cut it or Snape would have done that himself. Unless, of course, he was purposely leaving his cauldrons in a disgusting state for the detentions he would undoubtedly issue to Gryffindors.
Maybe he even had a separate toxic pile for Harry.
Harry flexed his hand again wearily, wincing as the joint gave a twinge of pain. He would have to keep moving it lest it stiffen up. He shuffled his feet along the ground as he made his way to his dorms.
A muffled sound suddenly echoed from a door to Harry's left. He nearly jumped out of his skin before approaching the door warily. He was in the dungeons after all. Who knew what foul creatures the Slytherins kept hidden?
The noise sounded again and it oddly seemed like...moaning? His eye just caught a flash of silver hair before he backed away again. Oh he really didn't want to see that. He may be a teenage boy but even he knew it was wrong to watch people as they took part in...Amorous activities.
Wait. Silver hair?
Harry slid back to the crack of the door and peered in. He was right! It was Malfoy! And oh god...
He was seated on another Slytherin's lap and seemed to be searching for something inside his mouth. Harry watched stunned as Malfoy twisted a hand in the mysterious Slytherin's hair before jerking his head back sharply. Malfoy quickly began to devour the Slytherin's throat, licking and sucking and Oh God Biting.
Harry told himself very firmly he was not getting turned on from this.
His trousers were feeling a...mite snug though.
His muscles were frozen in place as Malfoy quickly unbuttoned the shirt the Slytherin was wearing before taking a nipple into his mouth. Harry desperately wanted to close his ears, move away, anything, as the black haired Slytherin moaned in abandon. His eyes were screwed up shut and he looked like he was enjoying Malfoy's treatment very much.
At least if the rather noticeable bulge in his trousers, that Harry was desperately trying not to look at, was anything to go by.
"Come on, Draco" the Slytherin suddenly moaned breathlessly.
And Harry was definitely getting hard. No, ignore that, he was rock solid. Heat pooled uncomfortably in his southern regions and his hand unconsciously drifted down to rest on his groin. He pressed down on the bulge with the palm of his hand, willing it to flatten.
Unfortunately, the pressure made him gasp lightly. Not enough for most people to hear but apparently Malfoy must have some sort of super hearing because he turned round and looked directly at Harry's hiding place.
Harry swiftly stepped back and almost ran back to his dorms.
Because of his hurry he completely missed a familiar spare bit of parchment on the desk next to Malfoy.
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Want me to continue? I know this is harsh guys but I need to know if you guys want me to finish the rest of it. Wrote this quite a while ago but was unsure on how to end it. I know now but I want to know if you want me to finish it.
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