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It Started with a Hiss
I took the rejection quite well. I mean, seriously, I didn't mean to sprinkle Polyjuice Potion รก la the Weasel on Granger's food. Stuff like that happens all the time. Right? I still laugh when I remember the shocked look on the Weasel's face when he realized that he was sitting across the table from himself. And Granger running out of the Great Hall covering her face like that would hide her...deformity. Potter gave me this look like it was my fault. And I'll have you know that I didn't drop slugs into the red-headed idiot and I's Aging Potion in Potions the next day. They must have wandered in to our cauldron somehow. I'm quite glad that Snape made the Weasel try our potion that day. Who knew that adding slugs to an Aging Potion would do the exact opposite? Potter gave me another dirty look. Things continued like this. I, of all people, would never stoop so low as to try getting back at Potter. So what? Maybe I'm a little pissed off, but Malfoys never go that low. And even if I did have a little something to do with the accidents that seemed to happen only to Potter's friends, could you blame me? No one rejects me. I'm Draco-fucking-Malfoy. People throw themselves at my feet. They don't reject me Unimportant though. All I knew was that something was sure to accidentally happen to Harry Potter really soon. ----- The day began normally enough. Harry woke up before any of his other roommates. So he headed to the showers in blissful silence and managed to snag one of the good ones. His shower was over fairly quick so he dressed and headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast by himself, not wanting to wake his friends. At the doors of the Great Hall he encountered Draco, who gave him a friendly smile. "Hullo, Harry. Where's Ron and Hermione?" Harry just stared at Draco, not giving him an answer. Draco sniffed and looked away. "Oh, you're not speaking to me. I understand." Harry sighed. "Can you move? I need to get past you." Draco took a step towards Harry. "Why? Are you afraid to touch me?" Harry took a step back. "I don't know what you're after but-" Draco ruffled Harry's hair. "That's cute. You're trying to act like an innocent little boy." He leaned closer to Harry and whispered, "I know better than that, Harry. And soon everyone else will too." He gave Harry another friendly smile. "Your friends are here, so I'll go now." He walked backwards, pushing the doors open at the same time. "Bye, Harry." Harry stood before the doors, just staring at where Draco had disappeared through them. Hermione walked up dragging Ron a few steps behind. "Good morning, Harry." Hermione touched his shoulder softly. "What did he want?" she said with the slightest disdain in her voice. "You know, Herm, I'm not sure what he even knows what he wants." Harry looked up at her. "You're looking happy today. Madam Pomfrey tell you something good?" Hermione smiled. "She said that the Polyjuice is almost out of my system. She still can't figure out how it effects lasted so long. She blames Dark Magic." She paused then to glare at the doors of the Great Hall. Ron shuffled his feet impatiently as his stomach growled loudly. Harry shrugged indifferently. "Let's go in and eat breakfast." Breakfast was eventless, other than Harry's eggs tasting a little funny. In fact all was well, until halfway through Double Potions that day, while quietly working on a potion with Draco, he collapsed. Hermione and Ron rushed over. Professor Snape crouched next to Harry's prone body, muttering healing charms under his breath. Harry's eyes opened and locked on to Snape's. "What happened?" He looked around at the faces hovering over him before meeting Snape's gaze again. There was something about the boy's gaze that made Snape feel positively naked. He attempted averting his eyes but something brought his gaze back to the boy. "You collapsed. You seem to be okay. But I'll find someone to escort you to Madam Pomf-mmph!" In one smooth move, Harry had grabbed Snape's wrist and jerked on it, causing the professor to lose his balance and fall right on top of his prone student. The gods were laughing at him at the moment because his lips fell right against Harry's, who just so happened to be kissing him with a vengeance. Harry's fist curled around the collar of his professor's robes keeping their lips locked. Out of surprise, Snape kissed back for a few moments. During those few moments Harry's hand searched for the fly of Snape's pants, which he eventually found. When Harry's hand reached down said pants and it found exactly what it was looking for, Snape gasped out his surprise and wrenched away. He sat on the floor a distance from the boy, panting and attempting to regain his dignity. "Mister Malfoy, please take Mister P-po-pot...HIM to Madam Pomfrey. As for the rest of you, class is dismissed." As the students filed out of the class and Draco led Harry out of the classroom in his arms, Hermione stepped forward. Ron tugged uneasily at the sleeve of her robe, hissing her name and warnings about the ravished professor. "Professor Snape, do you need any help cleaning up?" "No, Miss Granger, what I need is..." He looked up at his student, while still panting slightly. "Yes. Thank you for the offer." He stood up and walked to his office with as much dignity he could muster. Hermione looked over at Ron. "I wonder what's wrong with Harry." "My guess is that Malfoy has something to do with it." Ron scratched at his head irritably. ----- Draco led Harry down the hall. Harry's arm was slung across Draco's waist with his hand resting on Draco's hip. His teeth nibbled gently at the shell of Draco's ear and all the while Draco lectured him. "I told you that everyone would soon know the not-so-innocent side of Harry Potter. Well, not in so many words...you get what I mean, right, Harry?" Harry nodded dreamily and planted a kiss on Draco's cheek. "Anyway, I'm telling you all of this now so I don't have to explain it all when the potion wears off. You've got the whole eyes thing going for you. A real pain in my ass." "You've been drugged with the usual Lust Potion. I've always been a whiz with potions, you know. I slipped the Polyjuice in Granger's food. I doctored it so it would...linger." He raised his eyebrows to emphasize the word. "A little something my father taught me. I knew exactly what I was doing when I accidentally dropped those slugs in that Aging Potion. And, finally, the Lust Potion. A very advanced potion for a boy my age, but I did it. Because I'm a fucking potion genius. However, I didn't do this to prove my highly astute potion skills. No, I'm here to break you, Harry Potter. You hurt me in a way that I've never been hurt and I wanted revenge. I wanted you to hurt as much as I did. Personally, I think that when I'm finished with you, you will." Draco laughed shortly. "Now, I realize that I'm being childish in my way of going about this, but what can I say? I'm a Malfoy. It's the way I've always done things." Draco was feeling bad about this. He had Harry Potter as his sex slave, clinging to his waist and pressing wet kisses against his face. This was what he wanted all along. He could stop now. But the Malfoy in him wasn't letting him veer off his course. Harry Potter was going to suffer... "Draco." Harry's soft sex-laden voice interrupted Draco's thoughts. "All this talking is pointless. Just take me now, and do with me what you want. I love you, Draco..." He kissed Draco solidly on the lips. "Take me now..." Draco was torn between the need for his cock buried in that pretty little rear-end of Harry's and the need for saving face. Harry's tongue peeked out of those lips and licked his ear. His coolness was crumbling. "Damnit, Harry. You ruin everything." Draco was close to leading Harry somewhere else and ravishing him, but a cool voice saved him. "Mister Malfoy. I believe I asked you to take Mister Potter to the Hospital Wing, not cozy up to him in the hallway." In that moment Draco was given a decision. Whisper softly in Harry's ear that he should get down on his knees and give Snape a mind-blowing orgasm. Or cling to Harry and lead him to Madam Pomfrey for any treatment or solace she could offer. Draco knew this moment could define his entire life. He looked at Harry, who was already licking his lips and sending lustful looks in Snape's direction. He covered Harry's eyes and turned his attention to the professor before them. "I'm sorry, sir. Harry needed to stop for a moment. I'll take him to Madam Pomfrey now." He smiled triumphantly to himself and led Harry to the Hospital Wing. N O T E : Many thanks to Kay for her help in the rewrite of the first part! Find her stuff under my Favorite Authors as SpoonyKay. |