Rating: MATURE

Warning: Cussing/swear words

Disclaimer: It is not mine people! How many times do i have to say it!?


Chapter 2

Harry rubbed his chin in thought, his eyes narrowed as he stared at the Slytherin that sat at a desk beside him. He slowly slid his gaze downward, taking in the long legs and fit upper body. Even under his Auror robes you could tell he was no flopping pansy.

He chewed his lip as he pondered a bit more, finally coming to the decision to see if Blaise had been correct about Malfoys 'little problem'. He leaned forward and pretended to reach for his coffee mug, 'accidently' tipping it over and spilling the liquid onto the blonde's desk.

Malfoy jumped as warm coffee splashed onto his hand, not enough to burn, but just enough that his gaze snapped to Harrys, his eyes filled with anger. "What the hell, Potter?" He hissed, reaching for his wand and cleaning up the mess. "Why did you have to make a mess on my desk of all places? Do you do it just to annoy me?"

Harry huffed, rolling his eyes and putting on a show, making sure the other man didn't see behind his façade. "It was an accident, Malfoy. But if I had done it to annoy you, I would have aimed for your face." He growled, staring daggers into the other man.

"Oh really? That's so manly of you, aiming for my face." He snarled sarcastically, his gray eyes stormy. "No wonder you are such a feminine frill, you blood bastard." Draco hissed, grabbing his quell and paper, placing his wand to the side and turning to complete his paper work.

Harry's eyes narrowed, watching closely as he spoke, waiting to see a reaction, any reaction, from the blonde. "I'm not 'frilly', you son of a bitch." He hissed, scrutinizing the Slytherin as the words slipped from his mouth.

He would have missed it if he hadn't been watching, but a small tremble shook the blonde's frame, his gray eyes diluting in sexual arousal. Harry sucked in a breath, shocked that Blaise had been right. A sudden urge to reduce Malfoy into a puddle of trembling limbs over took him, causing him to lean forward and narrow his eyes.

Malfoy leaned back as the Gryffindor invaded his space, confusion almost overtaking his lust until the raven began to speak, dirty swear words pouring from his mouth.

"You are such a cock sucker." Harry snarled, a thrill running down his spine when Draco gave an audible gasp, his cheeks flushing. "You are a mother fucker who doesn't understand the word 'idiot'. Half the time you're a bastard, and the other half you're a bitch."

Malfoy moaned lowly, his eyes widening as the sound slipped out. He gritted his teeth and shifted, almost whimpering when he realized his cock was fully hard and rearing to go.

Harry almost grinned, but set his mask firmly in place, not looking down in case the blonde saw and realized what he had been doing. Better to leave him in confusion and wondering why. Harry thought, leaning back into his own seat and grabbing a quell.

"That's all I had to say." Harry said in monotone, not bothering to look at the blonde as the Slytherin sputtered. "I have work to do and you do to so get to it." He ordered, hiding a grin as Malfoy finally broke out of his trance and started to insult and hiss at him.

While he got his ear snarled off, the Gryffindor snuck a peek at Draco's crotch and with a small sense of satisfaction mixed with confusion, he realized the blonde was rock hard, straining against his pants. He quickly looked away in case the other man noticed him staring, deep in his thoughts as Malfoy finally ignored him and started working, the small office filling with silence as the two men quietly finished their work.


"Blaise! What do I do!?" Malfoy wailed, burying his face into the couch pillow, his body outstretched and covering most of the sofa. "It's gotten worse!"

Blaise winced at the near ear splitting pitch the blonde's voice rose to, his ears ringing as the man continued to wail.

"Every chance he gets the stupid man insults me! I don't know why! But I want it to stop!" Draco cried, lifting his head form the pillow, his eyes full of conflict. On one hand, he liked being insulted by the Worlds Savior, but on the other, if the man found out there could be problems. "I'm hard all the time and I can't do anything about it! Even know I am! Just thinking about it got me all hot and bothered!"

Blaise glanced down on reflex, then realized the blonde had his crotch pressed against the couch, out of view. "I'm sorry, Draco. Maybe you should just tell him to stop." He said, leaning back in his familiar place on the love seat, his robes pooling around him. "Or just tell him the truth."

Malfoy glared at that, his cheeks flushed in anger. "Why the hell would I do that!? I don't want him to find out!" He hissed, whimpering when he shifted, his erection rubbing against his jeans and the cushion of the sofa. "If he found out it would be hell, I know it would!"

Blaise sighed and shook his head, rolling his eyes skyward as he watched the blonde shift around, small sounds coming from the man's throat as he moved. "From what I hear it can't get any worse." He said, staring at Malfoy. "I don't see how it could hurt you. If you tell him and it gets harsher, just transfer. It won't be a big deal. Just do it and see what happens. I know you're a Slytherin and like to be crafty, but on this one I think you should just bull your way through and see where it gets you."

Draco paused in his grinding and thought for a moment, coming to a decision when he felt his cock pulse and throb. He jumped up, not caring the other man saw his erection and ran to grab his shoes and cloak, pushing his wand into his pocket as he dressed.

"You know what? Why the hell not." Malfoy snarled, fire burning in his eyes. "Might as well get it over with and plan to transfer tomorrow." He muttered, raking a hand through his hair and combing it back from his eyes.

Blaise nodded and sighed, relieved that the wailing and complaining was finally over. "Good idea." He said, settling into the seat he sat on. "But I'll stay here, no need to get into the crossfire."

Draco paused then snorted, shaking his head in amusement at his old friend. "Fine, I won't be long. Just be there a moment to tell him about my weird fetish, then run like hell." He joked, hoping the last part he uttered wouldn't come true.

Blaise rolled his eyes and watched Draco disappear, thinking to himself that if the Gryffindor did it right, Draco wouldn't be back till morning.


AAAAAAAHHHHH! sorry its so short, but i hope you all have come to realize that there is no other way i would do it! the next will be the last...i think...this will be a short one since im working so hard on Identity Thief. hope you liked and i hope you review! until next time!