A/N: well its been a while and ill admit he only reason i got this typed up was because its my school holidays and i acually had a lot of time. so i hope you enjoy my chapter because it took my ages to write then more time to type lol.

and before you read i have to ask does anyone know any jasper/Draco fics? i've read the ones on here but there isn't a lot. anyone have any favourites or even reads jasper/draco. i JUST started getting into it but there is like none :( help on that would be great.

read away!

Ron's swollen, bruised face was one of the first things Harry saw as he walked in to the Great hall with Draco and the Slytherins. After arguing with Draco for about half an hour Harry had finally agreed to go to breakfast.

As expected the hall fell silent when they walked in. Harry feeling very insecure slid his hand in to Draco's. then people noticed and the whispering and looks began.

They took their places at the Slytherin table, glaring at anyone who dared look at them funny.

Harry kept his hand firmly in Draco's. he looked up and found Ron staring. A surge of anger filled him. He wanted to rip him limb from limb. He was extremely glad Ron looked the way he did.

His face was swollen, covered in purple and green blotches. Harry could see them travel down his neck, under his robes. He noticed the slow movements and his careful placement of his hand. Then he saw him talk or rather try to talk to Hermione who was viciously lecturing him. It looked like he was chocking instead of speaking.

"What did you do to him?" Harry said smiling at Draco.

"Just a small hex." He said offhand.

"Which one?" His smile growing.

When Draco saw him smile like that it made him feel less worried that Harry would take the picture fiasco extremely bad. He knew how self conscious he is.

"One that makes him choke on his words." Draco was smiling now too.

"That's brilliant! Thank you." Harry lent in and kissed his cheek, not caring about the growing whispers.

"Oh we have more than that in store for him." Though he didn't give anything else away.

"Will you tell me?" His curiosity already getting the better of him.

"No. I want to see your face when it happens."

They continued to eat, but shortly after he heard someone call out to him.

"Hey Potter! Where wondering if Ron tampered with that picture, or is that really the size of your prick?" it was a fifth year Gryffindor who called out. Apparently his own house had turned their backs on him.

Harry felt his cheeks flush when the laughter followed his comment.

"It's okay, just ignore the twat." Draco whispered in his ear.

"What, no comment Potter? Or do you need Malfoy to fight your battles, since your so clearly the girl in the relationship!" More laughter followed the same Gryffindor's comment.

"I think you should mind your own business before you find yourself cut kid." Blasé called back.

At first Harry found it hard to believe Blasé had just stood up for him. Him the Gryffindor! But he had and when he looked around he saw similar expressions on the rest of the Slytherins' faces.

The boy made a small squeak before sitting back down.

"Thank you." Harry said to Blasé.

"Don't even worry about it. We've got your back."

Harry gave a small smile and clung closer to Draco. Draco intertwined his hand with Harry's while eating with the other.

Classes started a short while later. Potions with the Slytherins was for once a god sent for Harry. He sat up the back with Draco as his partner.

Unsurprisingly as Ron walked in he passed Harry he muttered 'pin dick' and quickly took his seat next to a reluctant and still angry Hermione.

Halfway through the lesson Harry received a note from Hermione.

We really need to talk. Before lunch?

He looked up at Draco and showed him the note before giving Hermione a subtle nod. She had a slightly confused look on her face but he ignored it.

As it turns out Draco is better at potions then Hermione, which properly shouldn't surprise him since Draco is above Hermione in almost every class.

All through the class the Gryffindors sent him dirty or disgusted looks, whispered comments and snide remarks were thrown at him. The only Gryffindor not participating was Hermione.

"Harry." Draco whispered, "It's been decided that you'll join in next Saturday night, okay."

"Yeah okay."

"Oi Harry!" Ron's voice called out over the commotion of the potions room. "What are you and your boyfriend whispering about? How your going to fuck the ferret with that tiny thing?" As the Gryffindors howled with laughter al Harry could think was how stupid Ron was to say that in front of Snape.

"Mr. Weasley! 150 points from Gryffindor and a weeks worth of detention for that horrendous outburst!" Snape sneered down at him. Ron had the sense to look a little ashamed.

"I'll kill him." Harry turned and looked at a scowling Draco.

"Not now."

Then without warning there was a loud bang. They looked over to see a hairless Ronald Weasley. Pansy stood next to his cauldron with a smirk on her face.

"It slipped." She shrugged, talking to Snape.

"Be more careful next time Miss Parkinson." Was all the professor had to say.

Harry couldn't hold the laughter in any longer. The horrified look on Ron's face was to much. He laughed as hard as Ron had at him. Draco, Pansy and the rest of the Slytherins joined in. Snape just continued with his work. Ron scowled and quickly made his way to the hospital wing.

The class ended and Draco and Harry were sorrowed by Slytherins having a surprisingly normal conversation on their way to charms class.

Harry was dreading his talk with Hermione, not knowing what to say or how much to tell her. How would she react if she knew what he let Draco do to him. Or what he planned to do next Saturday. He was married she would run and tell everyone. But then if that did happen he wondered how the other non-Slytherins who go down to the dungeons to 'play' would react.

"You alright?" Draco asked him.

"Just a little confused."

"Need to talk?" He intertwined their hands uncaring of the other people in the class.

"Not here. Tonight?"

"After dinner, okay."

Harry nodded then focused on Flickwits lecture.

The day seemed to drag on forever for Harry. He was sick and tried of the comments and the very muggle 'cough insults'.

"What are 'cough insults'?" Asked a confused Draco when Harry mentioned them.

"It's a muggle thing. People say something but cough or sneeze at the same time."

"Weird." Was all he said.

"Not really." Harry smiled.

Before they reached the doors to the Great hall Hermione stepped in front of them.

"Can we talk now? Privately." She added for good measure.

"Sure. Library?"

"That would be good."

"I'll see you later Draco." Harry gave him a quick kiss before following Hermione.

They found a secluded table in the back of the library, though considering everyone was at dinner it really didn't matter.

Neither said anything for a while, they instead choose to let the uncomfortable and awkward silence grow. Finally Harry summoned his Gryffindor courage and spoke first.

"What do you want to know?" He shifted in his seat.

"Well obviously you and Malfoy are together. I want to know how that happened. Because that Harry seemed to be the least likely thing to happen. Ever." The blind curiosity showed in her eyes.

"Just how much do you want to know? Because you might regret me telling you everything. Or I might."

He was so confused about how much one of his first friends might react.

"Everything Harry. I won't judge or interrupt. You can trust me."

"Okay but I don't want to tell you I told you so. Well it started when I made a silly bet with Draco about the upcoming Quidditch match…"

So Harry told her about the bet and what it entailed, the notes and the meeting with Draco. About Ron's reaction in the common room. Even about that night in the room of requirement. Right up until Hermione saw Draco comforting him after the 'incident'.

All through his speech Hermione, true to her word didn't interrupt. her eyes did widen and her mouth did gape but she didn't say a word.

When Harry was finished he sat and looked at her with uncertain eyes. He was expecting her to run screaming any second now.

She didn't though.

"Well…umm, that is quite the story. But thankfully I'm not as closed minded as Ronald. Don't worry Harry your secrets are safe with me. They always have been." She placed her hand over his.

"Thank you Hermione. To be honest I half expected you to run then pull a stunt like Ron did." His voice was soft.

"Harry James Potter! I am your friend and would never do such a thing!"

"I know but then again I though Ron would never do something like that."

"I guess your right. So…you said you were, what was it? 'Playing' with Draco next Saturday?"

"Yes I did. What of it?"

"Nothing. I just want details after." She said cheekily.

"Of course." Harry laughed.

"Lets go to dinner. I need to talk to Draco."

They got up and strode out of the library and into the Great hall.

Harry went straight to Draco while Hermione went to the Gryffindor table.

"Everything alright?" Draco said as Harry sat down.

"Surprisingly yes. I told her…everything." He said looking at Draco.

"And she was fine with all of it?" The surprise was hard to find in his voice but it was there.

"Yeah. I didn't expect her to be fine with it but all she did was ask me to give her details of next weekend." Draco chuckled at that but didn't say any more on the matter.

"Eat up and then we'll go back to my dorm and talk about whatever it is you wanted to talk about."

"Okay." Harry said digging in to the mountains of food around him.

Harry always did prefer the desserts more than the actual dinner. He knew that was because of the many, many items that he had never heard of before his first meal at Hogwarts. He always savored the sweets and took his time. That was why a slightly impatient Draco Malfoy sat waiting for his boyfriend to finish eating.

"Alright done." Harry stood up.

"Finally! Come on lets head down to the dungeons." They swiftly walked through the corridors before entering the Slytherin common room and waling past almost all of Slytherin to Draco's dorm.

They quickly settled on to his bed.

"What is it you wanted to talk about?"

"Well, you see it's about next weekend…" Harry shifted trying to get comfortable.

"What about it?"

"The people I saw down there last time are the same people that have been laughing and insulting me. Won't they tell everyone I do that stuff or make comments about my non-existent prick? Because I like a little humiliation but not about that." Harry took a breath and waited.

"They wouldn't dare. First off if they told a soul you were there they are admitting they were there too. And second, your mine. They wouldn't say a word to or about you without yours or my permission. And trust me I wouldn't let them say anything about your perfectly sized penis." Draco pulled Harry in to a lying position on the bed.

"Really?"

"Of course. Now how about we have a little more dessert before bed?" Draco said cupping Harry's perfectly sized penis.

"Defiantly." Harry whispered kissing Draco.

A/N: next chapter will be the 'playing' scene. Beware! And I'll try my best okay! so did you like the chapter? if you DID review!

thanks guys.