"Everyone Wants Harry Potter"

By: Raitseka

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A/N Sorry so long, forgive?

Chapter 7

'Omigodomigodomigodomigodomigodomigodomigod!' Harry thought repeatedly as he pressed up against the wall in a deserted corridor, 'I can't believe I did that, I can't believe I FUCKING did that!! Omigodomigod!' he was starting to hyperventilate, and sank to the floor with a mad grin on his face. It quickly turned into a scared look, 'He'll kill me! Omigodomigod!' Harry shook himself out of it, 'C'mon Harry, take a deep breath, you have his class tomorrow and we'll see if he want to kill you' his inner voice tried calming him, sounding suspiciously like Hermione.

Harry started breathing easier and stood up, walking back towards the tower, repeating over and over again like a mantra, 'Don't think, worry tomorrow, don't think, worry tomorrow…'

When Harry reached the portrait of the pink lady, Ron was just climbing out of the portrait hole with his inner voice. Harry backed up against the wall hiding in the shadows, he heard Ron say, "The bloody whore didn't even come back last night, hope Malfoy fucked him raw!"

Hermione just sighed and shook her head, not wanting to get on Ron's bad side. Harry felt something drip down his face and he wiped his cheek and realized he was crying. Harry wiped his eyes quickly and walked up to the pink lady and mumbled "Qwerty"

The pink lady just looking down at him sadly, "Sorry Hun, Mr. Weasley just changed the password."

Harry eyes opened wide, "Oh… alright then…" and turned around in shock and ended up crashing into Ron who was on his way back, apparently he forgot something.

"Potter," Ron sneered, not unlike the way Draco does, "Move."

"I need the password" Harry said monotone

Ron smirked at him, "I told Dumbledore about your… adventures and he wants to see you, besides, we voted and most of us want you out of the tower anyway, so I've decided not to tell you the new password till the headmaster commands it, so lets see what he says, shall we?" Ron turned away and started off towards the direction the headmaster's office is as Harry scurried behind, trying to imagine what he would say.

Draco walked out of his room freshly showered, smiling that 'I-just-got-laid' smile, and was just about to go find potter when Pansy ran up to him, talking really fast, he only caught. "Snape, Potter, mad." He held his hand up to stem the flow and said, "Stop, rewind, play, slow motion." A saying he picked up from Zambini a while ago, before he realized it was a muggle saying, something about a C.P.R., but it works in situations like these.

Pansy took a deep breath, and glared at Draco, "Professor Snape wants to talk to you about what you did to Potter, he's pissed." Then crossed her arms, increasing her glare potency

Draco sneered, "Fine, where is he?"

"Potions room." She snapped and then walked by him, shouldering her way past, "Now!" Draco glanced at her back then stormed off out of the entrance, people parting out of his way like the red sea.

Snape heard a knock on his door and then Draco walked in before Snape could even say 'Enter'. Snape glared and pointed to a chair in front of his desk. Draco ungracefully threw himself into it, crossing his arms like the spoiled child he was. Snape looked down his nose at his Godson, taking in the passion mark half hidden under his collar.

"Well?" Draco asked impatiently

Snape narrowed his eyes, but started none the less, "It has come to my attention that you tricked Mr. Potter into sleeping with you?"

Draco fidgeted nervously under Snape's intense stare, "Yes, Sir" he admitted

"And in doing so, you tricked Mr. Potter into thinking you had… shall we call them 'feelings' for him, mainly… love" Snape continued, saying 'love' like a disease.

"Yes, Sir." Draco said bolder, this time with obvious pride.

Snape clenched his jaw at Draco's tone, "5 points from Slytherin and a detention every Saturday night with filch until further notice, now get the FUCK out!" Snape said icily and stood quickly, leaving through the door to his right, slamming it shut.

Draco's jaw dropped in shock, he'd figured his god father would be proud, yeah a little upset maybe, but still prod, he would never had guessed that he would actually… take points. Draco closed his mouth and stood slowly, wandering out of the room, still in shock.

Snape paced back and forth in his room, his magic reacting from his anger, crackling around him. He had to leave the room, in fear of doing wandless magic and damaging the impudent boy. "Arg!" he said loudly, venting his frustration, and one of the jars on his desk exploded. Snape didn't notice, trying to make a plan, "Draco will be suspicious, I'll have to be extra vicious to Harry so he doesn't dig too deeply into this." Snape sighed.

'Looks like a 'Dooms Day' tomorrow." He thought, using the nick name that the kids used to describe his bad days, usually resulting in mass detentions, as he started stripping for bed, he had been up all night doing an extremely difficult potion. He sighed heavily as he slipped into bed. He lay there a moment when a picture of Harry popped into his head, sweaty and writhing. Snape's cock jumped up eagerly at the thought

"NO!" he said icily, smirking as it deflated slightly.

A/N Tada?