Chapter 8
Since that night, Harry and Draco had taken every moment possible to be alone together. Harry hadn't told any of his friends because he knew Ron, for one, would murder Draco and probably never talk to Harry again for such a lack of judgement. Draco hadn't told anyone because no one really cared; sure, they were happy that he had humiliated Harry at the ball but they were all too busy with their own lives and ambitions. Hermione kept trying to talk to them and get them back together much to the amusement of the boys; and Ron kept trying to set Harry up with people, especially Seamus. Everyone tried to avoid talking about Neville after Dean had discovered his diary among Harry's things, although fights were common between Griffindor and the other houses. A particularly violent fight over the boy's death broke out in the middle of Potions one day, which was not helped when Snape unfairly removed points from Griffindor only and gave detentions to all Griffindors in that class. Upon hearing why so many children from one house were late to dinner, Dumbledore decided to take action.
An announcement was made at dinner that houses would only share lessons with a neutral teacher present, for example, Griffindor and Slytherin would no longer share Transfiguration or Potions. Instead, they would share Charms and Divination. The new timetable meant that Harry and Draco would no longer be able to disappear into either boy's dormitory between lessons and would have to wait till night to meet.
After a particularly hard lesson in Defence against the Dark arts, fighting curses and hexes, and an even more stressful Potions lesson, Harry was glad to make his way to Divination. Sure his death would be predicted, but he'd gotten used to the shock in Trelawney's eyes that he was still alive and she would now allow him to sleep in lessons, in the hope that he wouldn't wake.
This lesson was different. After his usual death prediction, being stabbed in the back by a loved one as it happened, Harry had taken his usual place as far to the back as possible and Draco had placed his cushion close behind Harry and was encouraging him to lean back into him. It was so dark that not even Ron, who was situated next to Harry, could see. Harry was so scared of someone noticing he decided to pay attention for once, so as not to arouse suspicion. He was surprised to notice that he was actually interested in the subject she was teaching.
"Telepathy, or the ability to read minds is actually an incredibly rare gift. It has only ever occurred between people truly matched to each other. I want each of you to concentrate a single word and attempt to make the person you feel closest to, think that word. If anyone hears something inside their heads unexpectedly, which is incredibly rare, mind, please share it with us."
Harry panicked. He didn't know what to say to Draco. He was thinking so hard of something to say when all of a sudden he heard a small voice say-
"Last night was great, Harry, want a repeat performance tonight?"
Harry turned quickly and said, "Shut up, they'll hear you."
Ron looked at Harry startled. "I haven't said anything Harry. Wow, do you think it really works? I hadn't even tried anything yet, I was thinking about the Chudley Cannons, did you hear that?"
Before Ron could ramble on further Harry stopped him. "No I must have been imagining things. It was definitely a girl's voice; I didn't recognise it."
"Girl's voice? I'll give you girl's voice," growled a definitely masculine voice in his ear before biting softly. "You heard me, didn't you? You try."
Draco was hoping so much that he would be able to hear Harry, that when a voice yelled in his head, "Draco Malfoy has the biggest C*!k in the world!" he almost screamed.
"Why, thank you!" He said before dragging Harry off to the depths of the dark classroom. It took some explaining to Ron when Harry finally turned up in the common room looking thoroughly ravished.
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It took even more explaining to Ron when Harry fell backwards off the bench at dinner laughing so much. He didn't get an explanation though; Harry was too busy retaliating to Draco's thoughts. Draco had waited till Harry was deep in conversation with Ron, Hermione and Seamus before he sent an image of Filch riding a broomstick naked to Harry. He paid dearly for his fun when he suddenly received a vision of Dumbledore dressed as Elvis singing Jailhouse Rock and spinning a scantily dressed McGonnagol round a dance floor. Both boys ended up lying on the floor in hysterics much to the confusion of their friends. Eventually Ron got fed up with his friend lying on his back with his feet still hooked on the bench and attempted to pick him up. Harry was still laughing too much and after three failed attempts to right Harry, Ron gave up, left him on the floor, and went back to eating. Hermione, probably being the only person in the room with her eyes opened, noticed that Harry wasn't the only one giggling hyperactively. She made a mental note to discuss his hysteria before going back to her usual thinking // if I add a single unicorn hair to the draught of the living death before heating it with a black rose and a vampire's drool, would I be able to produce a potion strong enough to stop Ron's snoring? // Everyone looked blankly at Harry as he performed a backwards-flip-turn sort of thing and ran out of the room.
"Is it even possible to bend yourself in that way?" Ron asked before returning his attention to the pasta on his plate. It kept moving to create stick figure pictures doing x-rated things, which was having a strange effect on Ron's nether regions. Although that could be because of Dean's foot being in his crotch but he wasn't going to mention that.
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Harry's back was slammed into a brick wall near the dungeons before Draco moved forwards to attack Harry's mouth. He let Draco maul him for a few minutes before quickly switching their positions. Draco gazed disorientated at him and Harry took the few seconds before Draco recovered to slide down the pale body and undo the Slytherin's trousers.
"Harry we are in the corridor; anyone could come along." // Merlin, what a turn on that is. ///
"Now, now Draco darling, you had your fun last night; my turn to be in charge tonight." He licked up and down Draco's length and smiled as the other boy shuddered softly. // You like that? // \\ what the hell do you think? And, remind me why you've stopped\\ //Sorry//
"Ahem."
The two boys looked sharply up at the intruder. Amazingly, their potions teacher was blushing a deep red.
"I have an extra-curricular lesson in ten minutes. I recommend you finish up quickly." And with that he marched off.
"Dammit, Potter, you've lost me my blackmailing edge."
"Sorry. He's right though; if he hadn't found us a load of fourth years would. Come on, lets go to your dorm, it's closer."
"No! I can't take a Griffindor into the Slytherin Common Room this time in the evening; they'll eat you alive then grind your bones and feed them to the fish. At least your friends won't kill you as well as me. Besides, I want to make it known how sorry I am for the other night."
"I told you, it wasn't your fault. Come on, then."
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"I'm not entirely sure that was taken that well." Draco was now nursing a split lip and a black eye, Harry had a sore head were Ron had tried to knock some sense into him, who was currently lying passed out on the couch, and everyone else was standing around looking shocked.
Harry looked up at his bleeding dragon and kissed him.
"Urgh, get a room, PLEASE!" Hermione was staring at the two of them looking scandalised.
Taking her advice the two boys made their way to Harry's dorm. They could see from the castle's high position bright lights exploding all around.
"Ah, of course, Guy Fawkes night."
// Wanna make some fireworks of our own? //
\\ Hell, Yeah! \\
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"I'll kill him, he's back with that Malfoy git, and I will seriously kill him."
Seamus, who had spent most of the evening attached to Gregory by the mouth, finally looked around at Hermione. "Do us a favour and shut him up."
Dean, licking his lips excitedly, winked at Hermione, "it will be my pleasure," and leapt onto Ron, who collapsed with the added weight behind the sofa.
"Ron" The boy looked over the top of the sofa at the sound of his name, blushing a colour to rival his hair.
"Hmmn?"
"What about Harry and Draco?"
"Who?"
Since that night, Harry and Draco had taken every moment possible to be alone together. Harry hadn't told any of his friends because he knew Ron, for one, would murder Draco and probably never talk to Harry again for such a lack of judgement. Draco hadn't told anyone because no one really cared; sure, they were happy that he had humiliated Harry at the ball but they were all too busy with their own lives and ambitions. Hermione kept trying to talk to them and get them back together much to the amusement of the boys; and Ron kept trying to set Harry up with people, especially Seamus. Everyone tried to avoid talking about Neville after Dean had discovered his diary among Harry's things, although fights were common between Griffindor and the other houses. A particularly violent fight over the boy's death broke out in the middle of Potions one day, which was not helped when Snape unfairly removed points from Griffindor only and gave detentions to all Griffindors in that class. Upon hearing why so many children from one house were late to dinner, Dumbledore decided to take action.
An announcement was made at dinner that houses would only share lessons with a neutral teacher present, for example, Griffindor and Slytherin would no longer share Transfiguration or Potions. Instead, they would share Charms and Divination. The new timetable meant that Harry and Draco would no longer be able to disappear into either boy's dormitory between lessons and would have to wait till night to meet.
After a particularly hard lesson in Defence against the Dark arts, fighting curses and hexes, and an even more stressful Potions lesson, Harry was glad to make his way to Divination. Sure his death would be predicted, but he'd gotten used to the shock in Trelawney's eyes that he was still alive and she would now allow him to sleep in lessons, in the hope that he wouldn't wake.
This lesson was different. After his usual death prediction, being stabbed in the back by a loved one as it happened, Harry had taken his usual place as far to the back as possible and Draco had placed his cushion close behind Harry and was encouraging him to lean back into him. It was so dark that not even Ron, who was situated next to Harry, could see. Harry was so scared of someone noticing he decided to pay attention for once, so as not to arouse suspicion. He was surprised to notice that he was actually interested in the subject she was teaching.
"Telepathy, or the ability to read minds is actually an incredibly rare gift. It has only ever occurred between people truly matched to each other. I want each of you to concentrate a single word and attempt to make the person you feel closest to, think that word. If anyone hears something inside their heads unexpectedly, which is incredibly rare, mind, please share it with us."
Harry panicked. He didn't know what to say to Draco. He was thinking so hard of something to say when all of a sudden he heard a small voice say-
"Last night was great, Harry, want a repeat performance tonight?"
Harry turned quickly and said, "Shut up, they'll hear you."
Ron looked at Harry startled. "I haven't said anything Harry. Wow, do you think it really works? I hadn't even tried anything yet, I was thinking about the Chudley Cannons, did you hear that?"
Before Ron could ramble on further Harry stopped him. "No I must have been imagining things. It was definitely a girl's voice; I didn't recognise it."
"Girl's voice? I'll give you girl's voice," growled a definitely masculine voice in his ear before biting softly. "You heard me, didn't you? You try."
Draco was hoping so much that he would be able to hear Harry, that when a voice yelled in his head, "Draco Malfoy has the biggest C*!k in the world!" he almost screamed.
"Why, thank you!" He said before dragging Harry off to the depths of the dark classroom. It took some explaining to Ron when Harry finally turned up in the common room looking thoroughly ravished.
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It took even more explaining to Ron when Harry fell backwards off the bench at dinner laughing so much. He didn't get an explanation though; Harry was too busy retaliating to Draco's thoughts. Draco had waited till Harry was deep in conversation with Ron, Hermione and Seamus before he sent an image of Filch riding a broomstick naked to Harry. He paid dearly for his fun when he suddenly received a vision of Dumbledore dressed as Elvis singing Jailhouse Rock and spinning a scantily dressed McGonnagol round a dance floor. Both boys ended up lying on the floor in hysterics much to the confusion of their friends. Eventually Ron got fed up with his friend lying on his back with his feet still hooked on the bench and attempted to pick him up. Harry was still laughing too much and after three failed attempts to right Harry, Ron gave up, left him on the floor, and went back to eating. Hermione, probably being the only person in the room with her eyes opened, noticed that Harry wasn't the only one giggling hyperactively. She made a mental note to discuss his hysteria before going back to her usual thinking // if I add a single unicorn hair to the draught of the living death before heating it with a black rose and a vampire's drool, would I be able to produce a potion strong enough to stop Ron's snoring? // Everyone looked blankly at Harry as he performed a backwards-flip-turn sort of thing and ran out of the room.
"Is it even possible to bend yourself in that way?" Ron asked before returning his attention to the pasta on his plate. It kept moving to create stick figure pictures doing x-rated things, which was having a strange effect on Ron's nether regions. Although that could be because of Dean's foot being in his crotch but he wasn't going to mention that.
~~~~****~~~~
Harry's back was slammed into a brick wall near the dungeons before Draco moved forwards to attack Harry's mouth. He let Draco maul him for a few minutes before quickly switching their positions. Draco gazed disorientated at him and Harry took the few seconds before Draco recovered to slide down the pale body and undo the Slytherin's trousers.
"Harry we are in the corridor; anyone could come along." // Merlin, what a turn on that is. ///
"Now, now Draco darling, you had your fun last night; my turn to be in charge tonight." He licked up and down Draco's length and smiled as the other boy shuddered softly. // You like that? // \\ what the hell do you think? And, remind me why you've stopped\\ //Sorry//
"Ahem."
The two boys looked sharply up at the intruder. Amazingly, their potions teacher was blushing a deep red.
"I have an extra-curricular lesson in ten minutes. I recommend you finish up quickly." And with that he marched off.
"Dammit, Potter, you've lost me my blackmailing edge."
"Sorry. He's right though; if he hadn't found us a load of fourth years would. Come on, lets go to your dorm, it's closer."
"No! I can't take a Griffindor into the Slytherin Common Room this time in the evening; they'll eat you alive then grind your bones and feed them to the fish. At least your friends won't kill you as well as me. Besides, I want to make it known how sorry I am for the other night."
"I told you, it wasn't your fault. Come on, then."
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"I'm not entirely sure that was taken that well." Draco was now nursing a split lip and a black eye, Harry had a sore head were Ron had tried to knock some sense into him, who was currently lying passed out on the couch, and everyone else was standing around looking shocked.
Harry looked up at his bleeding dragon and kissed him.
"Urgh, get a room, PLEASE!" Hermione was staring at the two of them looking scandalised.
Taking her advice the two boys made their way to Harry's dorm. They could see from the castle's high position bright lights exploding all around.
"Ah, of course, Guy Fawkes night."
// Wanna make some fireworks of our own? //
\\ Hell, Yeah! \\
~~~~****~~~~
"I'll kill him, he's back with that Malfoy git, and I will seriously kill him."
Seamus, who had spent most of the evening attached to Gregory by the mouth, finally looked around at Hermione. "Do us a favour and shut him up."
Dean, licking his lips excitedly, winked at Hermione, "it will be my pleasure," and leapt onto Ron, who collapsed with the added weight behind the sofa.
"Ron" The boy looked over the top of the sofa at the sound of his name, blushing a colour to rival his hair.
"Hmmn?"
"What about Harry and Draco?"
"Who?"