"Draco," Harry whispered loudly as the students turned over towards Draco.
The teachers, however, didn't seem to see anything out of the ordinary.
Draco picked Harry up and put him on the table too, to the cheers of their classmates. He used this as a diversion to whisper to Harry, "Listen, I've set up a barrier around the teachers. They see everything as normal right now. But the spell will only last a bit longer, and they will see us."
Harry muttered, "Hopefully they'll be too shocked to do anything and we'll get away with it."
"That is the plan," Draco said, and then said a bit louder, "But I think we should get going with this?"
The students cheered, and Hermione produced some music out of nowhere and it started playing while Draco took off his trench coat to reveal . . .
His dress. Green and silver cloth ran around his upper body, in an intricate pattern that showed much of his pale skin. Dark green skirt, short enough to make most girls blush, even though they well knew that Draco was with Harry. Silver socks that pulled up to his knees, and black shoes.
Harry eyed him, in both amazement and amusement, not to mention that right now almost every girl in the room was staring at Draco happily, and most of the guys look amused almost to the point that they too, were going to start sighing and wishing they were Harry.
Hermione was one of the few not affected. "Come on Draco, you know what to do,"
Draco turned to her and nodded. Counting on the fact that he should have about three more minutes before the teachers could see him, Draco magicked a chair up onto the table, and pushed Harry to sit on it.
"Draco, I hope you're right," Harry said as Draco sat down in his lap, "The teachers would have killed us by now."
"Shh," Draco said happily. "I have to wear a dress, so it's worse for me. Now, no more talking - your mouth can be used for much better things right now." And with that, he leaned over and pressed his mouth against Harry's.
Harry opened his mouth, to protest a little, but Draco slipped his tongue in, and then suddenly, Harry just didn't care. A little persistent voice in the back of his head kept saying, 'Stop it, are you mad? In front of the teachers!'
That voice, however, was quashed by a louder voice in his head that said, 'Isn't this grand? Don't tell me you don't get off on this? Draco in a dress, snogging with you? Yeah, that's what I though.'
So Harry told the voices in his head to go screw each other, and whether or not they did didn't matter, because he was so busily trying to win control of the kiss.
After a moment, Draco allowed Harry to take control of the kiss for a minute, and Harry gladly did so, sucking gently on Draco's lips, and then teasing the tip of his tongue, and then rolling his tongue over, in a sort of rippling motion.
Many of the girls were squealing right now, and a few of the guys too. Hermione looked pleased with herself, and she was grinning very self satisfiedly at Ron, who was groaning.
"About now," Draco told Harry, nibbling on Harry's ear, while Harry sucked at his neck.
"Ok." Harry didn't really care what the teachers thought now. Didn't matter. He lifted his head up again as he and Draco began kissing again.
Meanwhile, some of the girls where sighing happily at how cute this all was, when a few of them noticed that the teachers FINALLY seemed to see the couple on the table.
One of the girls watched, torn between watching Draco grind into Harry and suck on his mouth, or to see what the teachers would do. She choose the same thing as everyone else - watch Draco and Harry, and the teachers be screwed.
"D'you think the teachers are going to do anything YET?" Ron asked, noting that Harry's hand was not visible anywhere, but his arm was defiantly right near Draco's shirt, and that Draco was practically thrusting into him.
"I dunno," said Hermione, eyes widening as Harry's hand reappeared again, only to disappear back into the shirt, and go down this time. She glanced at the teachers. They seemed well aware of what was going on, but they seemed simply too . . . what was that expression on their face? Even though they saw they certainly weren't doing anything.
"We really . . . should stop now," Harry gasped out, in between small moans. The girls nearby were practically swooning. "The teachers . . . are gonna kill us."
"At least I can die happy, then," Draco said, moving to kiss Harry again.
Up at the high table, the teachers were all struck dumb by the sight in front of them; Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Sitting in a chair on top the table, looking determined to eat each others tonsils or something.
Even Snape didn't say anything, but he didn't seem to be worried about that. And also, the purple eyed, black haired girl wasn't at the table that morning.
"What . . . what . . . merlins name . . ." Professor Mcgonagall tried to form a sentence but found herself at a total loss of words.
Dumbledore gave a short smile. "Do not worry."
"But . . . Professor . . . such a bad example for the younger children!" Professor Mcgonagall said, flustered.
"Do not worry."
"But . . ." she decided to give it up, and just nodded. Besides, it was a good show.
"I don't think the teachers are going to do anything," Draco murmured, "But if you want to stop. . . "
"No. . ." Harry said firmly, taking off his robes. It was so warm . . . his sweater followed.
"Ah, you need to get rid of the tie too," Draco said, tugging at it to untie it. He threw it to the side, and a group of girls (and a few guys) rushed to grab it.
"Don't you just love causing a commotion?" Draco said happily.
"Indeed," replied Harry.
Hermione glanced at the teachers; they didn't seem to mind, although Professor Mcgonagall had the weirdest look on her face.
"I guess this means I finally win the bet, eh, Ron?" Hermione said, happily.
Ron grumbled.
"Come on, say it! Say I've won!" Hermione said.
Ron scowled.
Up on the table, Harry's shirt was off now, and Draco's wasn't that far off either.
"Say it!" Hermione said, "Say I've won!!!"
Ron glared.
The teachers glanced at Dumbledore, but he shook his head and said, "Let them continue. It is nothing."
"Professor, they're practically . . ." Professor Flitwick gave a little squeak, "I don't think it's right for the little kids to see this."
"Do not worry," Professor Dumbledore said, "I know what I am doing, and plus, this is between the students. It would not be right for us to interfere."
"That is the most unlogical thing I've ever heard," grumbled McGonagall, but wisely didn't say anything else.
"Say I've won, Ron," Hermione grinned.
Ron grumbled, scowled, and glared.
Some of the younger kids had turned away in embarrassment now, and a few found themselves recipient of nosebleeds as Draco's skirt came off, revealing silver and green underwear, with an obvious bulge. Some people even fainted.
"Say. I've. Won." Hermione said, grabbing Ron and strangling him.
Ron turned purple.
Harry's jeans got unzipped.
The teachers did nothing.
Ron turned blue.
"Say it!"
Ron took a deep breath, which was hard to do while being strangled, and yelled loudly, "ALRIGHT HERMIONE! YOU WIN THE BLOODY BET!"
Hermione immediately stopped strangling Ron, and smiled. "Thank you."
Ron's little outburst seemed to startle Harry and Draco a little, and they sheepishly stopped, mid-grope.
"Um, can I . . . umm, have my clothes back?" Harry asked.
Hermione grinned.
"See, there was nothing to worry about," Professor Dumbledore said.
"No, nothing at all to worry about at all," groaned McGonagall.
Gah, sorry so incredibly short!!!! But see, if I didn't do that part short, I wouldn't have had time to finish it, in which case you guys would have had to wait until SUNDAY for this, and in which case I probably would have been dead by then. =p
Anyhow, THIS IS NOT THE END! THERE WILL BE ANOTHER PART! Yay!
And I have to go now or my mom will kill me for not helping her pack. Ja ne!
Draco picked Harry up and put him on the table too, to the cheers of their classmates. He used this as a diversion to whisper to Harry, "Listen, I've set up a barrier around the teachers. They see everything as normal right now. But the spell will only last a bit longer, and they will see us."
Harry muttered, "Hopefully they'll be too shocked to do anything and we'll get away with it."
"That is the plan," Draco said, and then said a bit louder, "But I think we should get going with this?"
The students cheered, and Hermione produced some music out of nowhere and it started playing while Draco took off his trench coat to reveal . . .
His dress. Green and silver cloth ran around his upper body, in an intricate pattern that showed much of his pale skin. Dark green skirt, short enough to make most girls blush, even though they well knew that Draco was with Harry. Silver socks that pulled up to his knees, and black shoes.
Harry eyed him, in both amazement and amusement, not to mention that right now almost every girl in the room was staring at Draco happily, and most of the guys look amused almost to the point that they too, were going to start sighing and wishing they were Harry.
Hermione was one of the few not affected. "Come on Draco, you know what to do,"
Draco turned to her and nodded. Counting on the fact that he should have about three more minutes before the teachers could see him, Draco magicked a chair up onto the table, and pushed Harry to sit on it.
"Draco, I hope you're right," Harry said as Draco sat down in his lap, "The teachers would have killed us by now."
"Shh," Draco said happily. "I have to wear a dress, so it's worse for me. Now, no more talking - your mouth can be used for much better things right now." And with that, he leaned over and pressed his mouth against Harry's.
Harry opened his mouth, to protest a little, but Draco slipped his tongue in, and then suddenly, Harry just didn't care. A little persistent voice in the back of his head kept saying, 'Stop it, are you mad? In front of the teachers!'
That voice, however, was quashed by a louder voice in his head that said, 'Isn't this grand? Don't tell me you don't get off on this? Draco in a dress, snogging with you? Yeah, that's what I though.'
So Harry told the voices in his head to go screw each other, and whether or not they did didn't matter, because he was so busily trying to win control of the kiss.
After a moment, Draco allowed Harry to take control of the kiss for a minute, and Harry gladly did so, sucking gently on Draco's lips, and then teasing the tip of his tongue, and then rolling his tongue over, in a sort of rippling motion.
Many of the girls were squealing right now, and a few of the guys too. Hermione looked pleased with herself, and she was grinning very self satisfiedly at Ron, who was groaning.
"About now," Draco told Harry, nibbling on Harry's ear, while Harry sucked at his neck.
"Ok." Harry didn't really care what the teachers thought now. Didn't matter. He lifted his head up again as he and Draco began kissing again.
Meanwhile, some of the girls where sighing happily at how cute this all was, when a few of them noticed that the teachers FINALLY seemed to see the couple on the table.
One of the girls watched, torn between watching Draco grind into Harry and suck on his mouth, or to see what the teachers would do. She choose the same thing as everyone else - watch Draco and Harry, and the teachers be screwed.
"D'you think the teachers are going to do anything YET?" Ron asked, noting that Harry's hand was not visible anywhere, but his arm was defiantly right near Draco's shirt, and that Draco was practically thrusting into him.
"I dunno," said Hermione, eyes widening as Harry's hand reappeared again, only to disappear back into the shirt, and go down this time. She glanced at the teachers. They seemed well aware of what was going on, but they seemed simply too . . . what was that expression on their face? Even though they saw they certainly weren't doing anything.
"We really . . . should stop now," Harry gasped out, in between small moans. The girls nearby were practically swooning. "The teachers . . . are gonna kill us."
"At least I can die happy, then," Draco said, moving to kiss Harry again.
Up at the high table, the teachers were all struck dumb by the sight in front of them; Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Sitting in a chair on top the table, looking determined to eat each others tonsils or something.
Even Snape didn't say anything, but he didn't seem to be worried about that. And also, the purple eyed, black haired girl wasn't at the table that morning.
"What . . . what . . . merlins name . . ." Professor Mcgonagall tried to form a sentence but found herself at a total loss of words.
Dumbledore gave a short smile. "Do not worry."
"But . . . Professor . . . such a bad example for the younger children!" Professor Mcgonagall said, flustered.
"Do not worry."
"But . . ." she decided to give it up, and just nodded. Besides, it was a good show.
"I don't think the teachers are going to do anything," Draco murmured, "But if you want to stop. . . "
"No. . ." Harry said firmly, taking off his robes. It was so warm . . . his sweater followed.
"Ah, you need to get rid of the tie too," Draco said, tugging at it to untie it. He threw it to the side, and a group of girls (and a few guys) rushed to grab it.
"Don't you just love causing a commotion?" Draco said happily.
"Indeed," replied Harry.
Hermione glanced at the teachers; they didn't seem to mind, although Professor Mcgonagall had the weirdest look on her face.
"I guess this means I finally win the bet, eh, Ron?" Hermione said, happily.
Ron grumbled.
"Come on, say it! Say I've won!" Hermione said.
Ron scowled.
Up on the table, Harry's shirt was off now, and Draco's wasn't that far off either.
"Say it!" Hermione said, "Say I've won!!!"
Ron glared.
The teachers glanced at Dumbledore, but he shook his head and said, "Let them continue. It is nothing."
"Professor, they're practically . . ." Professor Flitwick gave a little squeak, "I don't think it's right for the little kids to see this."
"Do not worry," Professor Dumbledore said, "I know what I am doing, and plus, this is between the students. It would not be right for us to interfere."
"That is the most unlogical thing I've ever heard," grumbled McGonagall, but wisely didn't say anything else.
"Say I've won, Ron," Hermione grinned.
Ron grumbled, scowled, and glared.
Some of the younger kids had turned away in embarrassment now, and a few found themselves recipient of nosebleeds as Draco's skirt came off, revealing silver and green underwear, with an obvious bulge. Some people even fainted.
"Say. I've. Won." Hermione said, grabbing Ron and strangling him.
Ron turned purple.
Harry's jeans got unzipped.
The teachers did nothing.
Ron turned blue.
"Say it!"
Ron took a deep breath, which was hard to do while being strangled, and yelled loudly, "ALRIGHT HERMIONE! YOU WIN THE BLOODY BET!"
Hermione immediately stopped strangling Ron, and smiled. "Thank you."
Ron's little outburst seemed to startle Harry and Draco a little, and they sheepishly stopped, mid-grope.
"Um, can I . . . umm, have my clothes back?" Harry asked.
Hermione grinned.
"See, there was nothing to worry about," Professor Dumbledore said.
"No, nothing at all to worry about at all," groaned McGonagall.
Gah, sorry so incredibly short!!!! But see, if I didn't do that part short, I wouldn't have had time to finish it, in which case you guys would have had to wait until SUNDAY for this, and in which case I probably would have been dead by then. =p
Anyhow, THIS IS NOT THE END! THERE WILL BE ANOTHER PART! Yay!
And I have to go now or my mom will kill me for not helping her pack. Ja ne!