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By the way: The boys are 16

Chapter I: He Who Goes "Bump" in the Night

Draco was lounging in the Slytherin common room with a warmed bottle of butterbeer when he heard the portrait hole close with a thud. He indifferently turned his head to see who had entered. It was Severus Snape, his dear godfather. Well, if you'd like to describe "dear" as a grouchy, greasy git on legs.

"Draco, your father has requested that you meet him in the Room of Requirement for… business," the professor drawled monotonously.

"What-"

"You of all people should know what for."

At that, Snape glided away to his quarters silently. Draco took one last swig of his beverage and left it on the table for a house elf to dispose of. He pushed the portrait away and strolled quietly through the halls.

Meanwhile, in Severus' quarters, the dazed, dirty man recovered dopily from what seemed to be an Imperius Curse. He tried to remember what he was suppose to be doing but shrugged and went off to sleep.

It was nearly midnight as the young Malfoy scaled the walls of Hogwarts. Peeves could be heard snickering at his latest prank on Ms. Norris. Draco remained silent and shadowed as he journeyed to the designated room. He was able to finally reach the magical door but as he opened it, he could hear water bubbling and felt a warm, scented breeze caress him. This certainly wasn't the sort of business he had in mind. Cautiously, the boy walked in to survey the room. Draco was oblivious to the fact that the door had shut silently behind him and disappeared. The water that he heard bubbling was coming from a rather sizeable hot tub in the corner of the room. It was ornately decorated and looked very inviting. At this, Draco grinned smugly.

"Ha. Must be another fangirl waiting for a good shag."

Right after he said that, something bumped into him from behind. It wrapped its masculine arms around its victim sensually.

"I demand to know who this is," Draco hissed.

"Guess," the predator replied. The boy's eyes widened.

"POTTER!"