I am so incredibly sorry that I have not written in so long. I can not explain the horrors that have plagued me over these past couple of months. I am currently ill and staying home from school and I just had this nagging urge to continue because this is one of my most favorite stories. I am afraid that I do not have time to answer all of the reviews I have received since because I honestly do not remember but I will be writing review replies for the next chapter. Thank you all for sticking with me and here is the newest chapter of: NOTE TO SELF!
Note to Self - When Going On A Date Always Wear Presentable Boxers, You Never Know Just WHAT Could Happen
Draco awoke promptly at noon that Saturday morning. He turned over trying to regain some sort of sleep but to no avail, ten hours of sleep and he was done. As he opened his large mouth (similar to the way he did last night) he yawned loudly and suddenly felt a weight on the bed that was not his own.
He turned to see a very oddly placed but an extremely sexy looking black haired boy lying in his bed. Draco only took a glance and it did not register just who this boy was. "Hmm...good turn out." Draco thought to himself, pleased that his prize was moderately attractive due to the intoxicated state he was the night before.
(Much better than when he woke up to find that disgusting 4th year Hufflepuff in his bed, God, she didn't leave him alone for WEEKS until he finally convinced her that she was simply a figment of her imagination and she should look to some other form of love...like a unicorn or...something...(Hufflepuffs are so gullible)).
Draco absentmindedly turned back over to brush the hair out of his prize's face. When he did he stopped. His breath became suddenly ragged. He turned straight on his back and sweat began to quickly accumulate on his brow.
For what he had seen was a distinct lightning shaped scar on his catch of the day's forhead.
For Draco, there was only a few things he could think on this subject at the moment:
"SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK SHIT FUCK SHIT FUCK SHIT SHIT FUCK."
"I fucked Harry Potter."
Draco wasn't aware that he had been whispering this out loud until he felt something scoot closer to him and a husky voice whisper in his ear."
"And you fucking loved it too."
Draco, at a feeble attempt to catch his breath made an attempt to respond. "And what makes you so sure of that?"
"Well, considering you drank so much booze eight elephants could have been drunk on what you had, you're good at holding your liquor though, and I merely had two drinks my memory serves me a tad better than yours Draco."
"Don't call me that." Draco spat quickly. Something in the way that Potter said his name triggered something in his mind...or rather his loins as he managed to capture a glimpse of a memory from the night before...
Harry was trailing kissed down Draco's chest. He reached the button of his pants and ripped it open with his teeth. "P-potter. P-potter." Draco managed to get out but this was not good enough for Harry. He began kissing all around his member, barely touching, it was so much Draco could hardly bear it."
"Say it Draco."
"No."
Harry kissed the very endpoint of Draco's abdomen. "Say it."
"N-no."
Harry very inhaled and slow let the air out over Draco's member. "Say it Draco."
Draco could not take it anymore. "HARRY!"
The only thing that managed to bring Draco back from the inner workings of his mind was Harry nibbling on his earlobe. He tried to get out a nasty comment but all that managed to come to his throat was a low "direct from the loins" moan. Harry chuckled and bit down causing Draco to gasp as he could feel his tender ear bruising.
"How does it feel to be dominated by a sexier man Malfoy?"
Then something triggered in Draco's head. One could insult Draco's intelligence, his family, his money, his strange appearance as a ferret in their fourth year...but SEXIER? SEXIER?! No one. NO ONE. Was sexier than Draco Malfoy.
Draco feigned a submissive state for about half a second longer and turned to Harry as if he was about to kiss him. Harry, taking the bait, forgot all about dominating Draco and simply about going another round. Draco took this opportunity gently grab Harry's wrists.
Draco suddenly thrust Harry down on the bed pinning his wrists harshly above his head. "If you think you are in any way superior to me Potter, you are wrong. Dead. Wrong."
"Oh really? That's not what you said last-"
Draco would not hear anymore of this and his lips came crashing down onto Harry's. Harry tried to fight it, merely out of spite but Draco forced Harry's lips open with his tongue, exploring every crevice, every millimeter. He wanted to show Potter he was not to be dominated. Harry finally turned to the side gasping for air but Draco was not finished. He began to attack Harry's neck, not just nipping, but biting with such force that bruises began to appear immediately. Finally, Harry was able to regain his senses and thrust Malfoy off of him.
"You. Don't. Intimidate Me. Mafloy." Harry managed to say while pinning Draco in a similar fashion that he had been in only a moment before.
"Fuck you Potter." Draco spat.
"You already did."
Draco was about to respond when there was a rapid knock on the door.
Draco could only think few words on the matter at hand:
"SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK SHIT FUCK SHIT FUCK SHIT SHIT FUCK." (As one can see, Draco's mind is not very complex in high stress situations.)
Only one other person came up here at this hour.
"OOOH DRACEY POO!!" Came the loud shrill that Draco had been waiting for.
"Who the hell is th-" Harry started but Draco cut him off.
"You have to get out of here!" Draco pulled Harry up by the arm with an incredible force he didn't know he had and quickly opened his window.
"You have to jump!"
"Are you NUTS?!" Harry said incredulously.
Draco then pushed him out the window. About a half second later Draco realized the sex was too much to risk and through the broom stick he kept in his room after him.
If anyone else but Harry Potter was pushed out that window they most likely would have died, but Harry's superior Quidditch skills caused him to catch the broom stick and managed to get to a reasonable flying height and out of where he was.
One second later Pansy busts into Draco's room and throws her arms around him. "Good afternoon Dracey poo! It's one o'clock! Normally you only sleep until noon!"
But Draco wasn't listening, he looked out the window quickly to make sure Potter didn't die and saw him fly to the Gryffindor Tower...in his Snitch Boxers.
Draco could not keep from busting out laughing and Pansy looked at him incredulously. "What are you laughing at?" Pansy said, examining herself to make sure he was not laughing at her.
"N-nothing I just saw...a um...I just saw...a... swallow." Draco said, trying to find something as close to the truth as possible. (AN - PUN INTENDED!)
"What is so funny about swallows?"
"Nothing, would you like to go get some breakfast with me?"
Pansy was easily distracted and nodded profusely."Don't you mean lunch?"
"Whatever let's go."
Fred and George were up unreasonably early for themselves as they walked out onto the Quidditch pitch. They had skipped class and slept all day yesterday so now they were awake and thought it would be a good time to throw a Bludger around. Fred and George, in the midst of getting their business started decided to come back for a year and coach the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. Fred heard a scream and looked up.
"What the bloody hell was that?"
They looked to see the Boy Who Lived flying almost naked across the pitch.
"You think it was a bird?" George asked.
"Maybe a plane?" Fred replied.
They both looked at each other, amused at their little joke.
"So what type of torturous methods do you think we can use to get poor little Harry to spill why he is taking an early afternoon flight almost comando?" George asked.
Fred pointed his want up towards the sky. "Snaptineous Pictalous!"
A Polaroid shot out of Fred's wand which had a very nice picture of Harry, looking behind him nervously because his boxers had been ripped in three places.
"I can think of a few things..." Fred trailed off wickedly.
They decided that Quidditch would have to wait, mischief was afoot and they weren't about to pass that up.
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