Disclaimer: ... I so wish I could own Harry Potter. I'd make it so much betterer. D:

Note: Only my second story. I keep twitching and asking people to read my first one. 8

Now on with the story...

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Draco didn't know how he got into these situations. He really didn't. Though, it was best not to ask questions. Maybe he WASN'T tied to his bed. Maybe it was just some sick, twisted dream.

Maybe Potter WASN'T standing over his bed looking all sexy without his glasses.

Maybe Potter also wasn't only wearing a thong, and holding a whip...

"So, Draco" Nope, Potter wasn't crawling up his bed sexily. "How does it feel being tied here under me?"

"Just have your way with me, Harry." Oh, wow. Draco DIDN'T just growl that, did he? Lust filled growling, no less.

'Okay, what the hell was that dream all about? And what's that noise...?' Draco's musings were suddenly cut short by a rather loud bout of laugher, that sounded awfuly like Potter's friends.

"Mister Malfoy. If you could kindly keep yourself from both falling asleep in class, and having such... vivid dreams while moaning out names in my class?" ... He'd been moaning? In Snapes class...?

"Sorry sir. I'll try not to." came Draco's reply.

'Maybe it's not so bad. Maybe no one noticed what I was moaning?! Oh, hell, Draco, you KNOW you talk in your sleep. They ALL heard you. INCLUDING Potter.' Looking up, Draco felt two eyes burning into the side of his head. '... Why is Potter staring at me? Oh, I'm so dead.'

Suddenly, the bell rang, meaning it was time for lunch, and the class started filing out of the room, trying not to be the last left in the room with Snape.

As Draco slowly packed away his things and got up from his desk, he noticed that he still felt eyes on him. Guessing that it was just Severus, seeing as Potter should have been the first out of the room, he was shocked when his godfather suddenly called out. "Mister Potter. If you would kindly stop staring at Mister Malfoy, you would notice that all of your classmates are gone, and that it is time that you left too."

At that, Harry quickly jumped up and muttered a quick "Yes, sir." before walking as quick as he could from the classroom.

The rest of that day was spent with Draco being taunted by all his classmates about his apparent wet dream of Harry Potter, while he kept feeling Potter's eye's burning into the back of his head.

That night, Ron and Hermione could not find Harry anywhere, but some Slytherins could have told them that they'd been sure they'd seen Potter sneaking into the Slytherin common room, up to Draco Malfoy's private rooms.

With what looked like a length of rope, a whip, and a thong...