AN: I do not own Harry Potter, the books, the characters, the movies. Nothing.
Harry abruptly awoke in the middle of the night, his body trembling. His face paled as he saw nothing but darkness. "M-Mister?" he called, feeling around for a minute. Draco wasn't there. "Mister!?" he yelled in a desperate plea, tears forming in his eyes. When no reply was heard, he started to cry, wanting Draco more than ever.
Slowly, he climbed down from the bed, rushing down toward the lounge area. "Mister!" he sobbed, running toward the sofa, clinging to the surprised blond.
"W-What's wrong?" asked Draco, watching the tears pour from Harry's eyes.
"M-m-mons-sters!" Harry spluttered, "I-I'm sca-are-ed! Th-They came fo-or me!"
Draco slowly pulled the young boy onto his lap, drying the waterfall of tears. "Did you have a nightmare?" he murmured.
Harry nodded, pointing to where he slept. "I d-don't wa-anna go back th-there." he whispered, sniffling gently as he spoke.
"I won't take you back, nothing will get you when I'm around." said Draco, rubbing the boy's back.
"You promise?" Harry asked, taking off his glasses to wipe them clean.
"Yes, I promise." Draco mumbled with a yawn, "It's late... You should try to sleep again, I'll stay with you the whole time."
Harry made a slow, unsure nod, burrowing himself into Draco's chest. "Promise you don't leave." he whispered, slowly drifting off as the time passed.
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As Harry awoke that very next morning he felt a warm mass behind him. He weakly stretched and turned his head, nearly screaming as he saw a familiar blond. He couldn't remember a thing!
He struggled to stand up, constricted in Draco's arms. But as he struggled more, Draco slowly rose to consciousness.
"Potter?" he mumbled.
"Unhand me!" cried Harry, elbowing Draco in the chest, "Why am I sleeping with you!?"
Still drowsy, the Slytherin looked up. "You wanted to sleep so I brought you here." he murmured. But as soon as he realized Harry was grown, his eyes widened.
Harry shoved the blond away, stared fearfully at him and stormed out of the room, leaving a concerned Draco behind.
"Damn it..." he hissed under his breath. Frustrated, he rubbed the temples of his head, now wanting Harry more than ever.
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Harry barged through the Gryffindor Common Room, heaving and panting. He ran his fingers through his thick hair and tightly grasped a handful. I can't believe... I was sleeping with Malfoy... He shuttered. Chills ran up and down his spine. It was noon the last time Harry had last glanced at the clock. He didn't dare look at it again.
"Psst! Harry!" George whispered from behind the sofa, "Is Malfoy mad at us?"
Drowsily, Harry looked up. "No... He looked pissed when I left. Someone better explain to me what happened!" he shouted.
The twins gulped. "Well..." Fred started, "We made some candy and you uh... You turned into a little kid and ran to Malfoy for protection."
"And now he wants to kill us for doing that to you." George added with a sigh.
Harry's face changed from light pink to red, to a darker red and then faded to pink. Clearly he was angry, but he only replied with an 'oh' and lie down on the sofa.
"But anyway." said George, slightly changing the subject, "Do you want to try a new flavor of jelly bean?" He handed Harry a small, colorful box, not bothering to wait for an answer.
The raven-haired boy sighed, seemingly having no choice but to try one. Its flavor was sweet, fruity and light. Full of sugar. "It's good." he mumbled, glancing up at the twins. They had the same exact smile on their face.
Horror sunk into Harry's mind as he stared down at the candy in his hands. "What is it...?" he whispered, his voice spilling over with fear.
"Mmm... Just a little something we think Malfoy would enjoy." Fred chirped, looking over at his brother, "See if it works."
With a smile, George inched forward and grasped Harry's Gryffindor tie, loosening it, throwing it to the floor.
"G-George?" Harry stuttered, trying to pull back. But his mind soon hazed; his eyes submerged in pleasure. A smile split across his face. "Good afternoon, George." he purred, grasping Fred's hand in the distance. "Fred." he cooed. He entwined his fingers into the twin's hands, his cheeks aflame and flushing red. "Can you two please do me just an itty, bitty, little favor?" he whined, his voice angelic and childish.
"Sure Harry." the twins drawled in perfect unison.
Harry grinned and placed a finger on Fred's chest, grazing downward. "Can you two please have sex with me?"
Fred's eyes widened and he looked over to his brother for an answer.
George violently shook his head.
Before Fred could answer, the two were pushed out of the way by the young Gryffindor, his attention elsewhere.
"Neville~" he singsonged, pushing Neville up against the wall, "There's a small, dark closet downstairs where the both of us would fit."
"H-H-Ha-arry!?" Neville spluttered, his face red.
"Maybe we could have some time alone and talk in private." whispered Harry. At that moment, his attention was shifted to Ron, who started to walk downstairs. Harry smirked and followed the poor red-head, leaving a shocked Neville behind.
Right outside the Great Hall, Harry pinned Ron to the stone wall and seductively smiled. "Ronald." he purred in a low growl, watching Ron's pale skin flush red, "I was thinking that we should get to know each other better."
"Stop this nonsense, Harry!" Ron squeaked, pushing the young Gryffindor away.
"But Ronald!" Harry whined, "You're so adorable, I must have you!"
As Ron was about to object, Harry left his gaze, walking into the Great Hall. "Draco." he whispered, sitting beside the platinum blond.
"What are you doing here, Potter?" muttered Draco.
"I wanted to see you silly." Harry murmured, tugging at Draco's tie, "You are perfect, as am I. The two of us together and no one will ever stop us. I must have you, Draco. Pretty please? We'd be absolutely brilliant together!"
The seductive tone in Harry's voice rose the temperature in Draco's body. He felt hot and strangely aroused, and loved how the Gryffindor was acting toward him. He ached to hear his voice again. "Say my name again." he whispered.
Harry smirked and repeated his name, slowly pronouncing the vowels, a soft moan heard as he spoke.
"Say it again." Draco commanded in a low hiss.
Harry did so. Loving the attention the Slytherin gave him. He grabbed each of Draco's legs and spread them apart, sitting in between them. "I want you Draco." he moaned, harshly pressing his hand up against Draco's groin.
The tables of Slytherin's stared at the two. Horrified. And a few Gryffindor tables stared in shock as well. Sadly, Neville fainted at the sight and Seamus, though looking unaffected, was scarred.
Draco gave a cocky smirk, fisting his hands into Harry's dark locks of hair, resulting him to whimper in pleasure. "You want me?" he whispered.
"Yes, please, Draco!" Harry pleaded, trying to hastily unbutton Draco's pants.
He quickly grasped Harry's wrists with a snicker. "Not now." he mumbled.
With a pout, Harry's eyes scanned the room, seeing no one interesting. He sighed and turned back to Draco, reaching up to kiss him but his lips were blocked by the blonds hand. "Bastard." he muttered, removing the Slytherin's hand from his mouth, "You're no fun."
Again he tried to kiss Draco, being blocked by his hand yet again.
The blonds snickering grew louder and he ignorantly continued to eat, feeling Harry's hands tug at his pants. But surprisingly, he found an entry and snaked his hand down into the front of Draco's pants.
A gasp filled his chest and his silver eyes narrowed into a glare, glowering down at Harry, who grinned in delight. "Let go, Potter." he growled.
"I will not." said Harry, tsking at Draco's words and squeezing tighter.
The blond shivered, jolts of gentle pleasure stung inside his body. But that hand was soon pulled away along with the young Gryffindor. "P-Potter?" he mumbled, finding the boy being dragged away rather forcefully. "Weasley's." he snarled, charging after the two twins.
"No, no, Malfoy! Listen to us!" cried George, "The candy that we gave him, he ate the whole box! If he gets too excited he'll go delusional! We have to take him back right this second before that happens."
"And if that happens he won't stop until he gets what he wants, he could rape us all in a heartbeat." Fred added with a shutter..
Anger rose in Draco's eyes. "You better fix it before I get really mad." he hissed, his hands balled into fists so tight his knuckles turned white.
The twins averted their eyes, fearful of the tone in Draco's voice. "We promise." they mumbled, carrying Harry away.
"Oh, goodie! Can we have a four way session?" asked Harry, caressing the soft skin on Fred's arm.
"No!" they both shouted, pinning Harry down to the sofa as they entered the Gryffindor Common Room. George took out a vial, adding a lavender colored liquid to the crimson red in the small glass container, covering the top and shaking it for twenty seconds. "Bloody hell..." he grumbled, patting his pockets, "I'll be right back."
As quick as he could, George ran downstairs.
Harry smirked and squirmed out of Fred's grip, pinning him back to the wall. Quietly, he cast a charm under his breath, temporarily chaining the red-head back. "Stop, Harry." he said, finding no way to break the charm.
Ignoring the boy, Harry removed Fred's tie and tied both of his wrists together with it, fighting his struggles. "Harry, mate, you don't want to do this." he mumbled quietly.
"Of course I do." the young raven growled. Unconsciously, he removed Fred's pants and flung them to the side, revealing a pair of Gryffindor boxers. Smirking, he gently grazed his hand along the soft fabric, feeling Fred flinch at his touch. He soon started to pull off the buttons on the Weasley's shirt.
The poor soul was tortured by Harry's touch, horrified by what he might do next.
"You're begging for more aren't you?" Harry hissed, grabbing a fistful of Fred's hair and pulling his head back.
He gave a small cry as a reply, shaking his head violently. "Stop it!" he yelled, "George! Hermione! Someone, get hi-!" His words were cut as he was gagged with ripped cloth, feeling Harry's hands graze down his sides.
"That'll do you good." muttered Harry.
George quickly rushed back into the room, grasping Harry's hair, pulling his head back and forcing a pale green liquid down his throat without a word.
Shocked, Harry instinctively swallowed, angrily pushing George back beside his brother. "You'll pay for that!" he hissed, pulling off George's tie. But soon, Harry started to weaken and grow drowsy, too drowsy, clinging to the twins for support.
"I'm tired..." were the last words uttered before Harry blacked out.
"Slick little bugger." George muttered, gently untying his brother without looking up. He couldn't look at Fred without flinching. Scratches and bruises dug into his skin and he was pale. Looking as if he'd seen such a foul sight.
"At least he didn't grow worse..." Fred whispered, rubbing his sore wrists, "We have to do better next time..."
George agreed on this.
