Harry walked down the hall slowly, trying to delay this meeting as long as posible. But time, being as it is, always moving forward, made his feet squeak to a stop in front of Draco Malfoy's door. He took a deep breathy, trying to calm himself, then called, "Malfoy! Draco, are you in there?" Harry waited afew seconds and, hearing nothing, proceeded to rap twice on the door. Still no response. With a sigh, Harry turned to go. He had really needed those notes! Professor Snape had told him he could take a retest after failing his potions test 3 days ago, but he had lost his notebook. Who knew what Snape would do if he failed again? A faint *thump* resounded from within the room and Harry stopped, turning back. "Hello?" he called. Still no answer, but this time he tried the knob. It turned easily, and the door cracked open of it's own accord. Not being able to resist, Harry pushed it open further and slipped inside the dimly lit room. His eyes scanned the space for the source of the noise, but found nothing. That is, until his eyes landed on the bed. There, Draco Malfoy sat, stark naked, save for a gag and ties on his wrists and ankles. Harry felt heat flood his face and knew he was beat red. He also knew it was impolite to stare at someone, especially in their own room when they're, you know, NAKED, but he just couldn't seem to help himself. His eyes ran up and down Malfoy, gazing at his beautiful porcelin skin, and lingering in between his legs. Oh, god, Malfoy made him so HARD. His heart was racing wildly and his own dick was tingling, throbing, straining painfully against his pants. Harry wanted to take it and stick it in Malfoy's mouth, then put Malfoy's in his own and... Oh, god, what was he THINKING? Finally Hary was able to tear his eyes away from Malfoly's hot, alluring body, and asked in a voice that was randomly cracking, "Do you need some help?" Malfoy mummbled something uncomprehensible behind his gag. "Huh?" Said Harry. "Oh, whatever. I'm taking the gag off." When he was within an arms length of Malfoy, he somehow managed to trip over his own feet and landed, luckily, on the bed, but ON TOP OF MALFOY. He wasn't sure how it was possible, but Harry blushed an even deeper shade of red. He got off, but his hand brushed Malfoy's nuts and he felt him shiver. In pleasure? Harry looked up at Malfoy's face in suprise, his eyes widening. Malfoy was blushing as well, his head turned to the side, managing to look cute AND hot. Oh, yeah. Malfoy turned him on so hard. For Harry, it would be so easy and simple to lean down and...NO! He mentally shook himself, then shakily removed the gag. Malfoy gave a sigh of releif, then began working his mouth, trying to work back feeling into it. Harry imagined a part of im being in Malfoy when he did that and he shivered with pleasure, quickly glancing away. On Malfoy's desk, Harry spotted a pair of scissors and he crossed the room to retreive them, thinking to cut the bonds.
Afew minutes later, Malfoy was sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his wrists. They had been tied tightly. Still, Malfoy made no move to get up or dressed. Harry wasn't sure what to do or say. Should he ask what had happened? He looked all about the room, trying to find anything to look at that wasn't Malfoy. "Uhhhhh," He finally said. Malfoy looked up at him. "Thanks." He said simply, then, glancing Harry over, grimaced. "Do you wana take a shower or something?" "What?" asked Harry, the light bloom of a blush returning to his cheeks. Malfoy gestured at him. "You're all covered in mud..." "Oh," said Harry, looking down at himself. He remembered that it had been raining and, as he was walking, had somehow tripped over nothing, right into the rose garden. Just as Harry was about to say, "No, thanks. The rain'll wash it off or something..." Harry realized that he would be IN MALFOY'S SHOWER. Not being able to resist the opportunity, Harry instead repiled, "Okay. Yeah, I gues I will." Harry spotted the door to the bathroom and slipped inside. He quickly stripped and turned the water on to blasting, as hot as it would go. He stepped under it, and pulled the shower curtain shut behind him. Harry watched the water create streaks in the dried dirt, then wash it away completely. Harry stood under the running water another minute, reluctant to get out. As the last of the mud swirled down the drain, Harry stepped out of the tub and squeaked the faucet off. Spying a towel on the ground, he picked it up and wrapped it around his waist. Harry breathed in the warm, moist air deeply, letting it give him the dizzy feeling you get when you have too much oxygen. Now that Harry was clean, he didn't want to put his dirty clothes back on. He looked at them, then at the door, and decided. "Malfoy?" he called. "What should I do about my clothes?" For two heartbeats, there was no response, then an answer resounded from within the main room. "Let me see how dirty they are." Harry opened the door, releasing steam into the room. For a moment, he was blinded, but after blinking once, twice, three times, his vision cleared. Harry glanced around confusedly at first, not seeing Malfoy. Again, as a last resort, Harry looked to the bed. "Wha-?" he stuttered, taking a step back. "Malfoy, what are you?" Malfoy was again laying out on the bed, this time with no bonds, but STILL FUCKING NAKED!