Title: Another Day in Paradise or Part II of Just Another Day

Author: Nevoreiel (lamort_noir@hotmail.com)

Pairing: Draco/Harry, Lucius M./Severus S.

Rating: R just to be safe, very questionable behaviour, lots and lots of snogging between two males *winkwink* and some sexual content, some language. That about sums it up.

Summary: After the strip dance fiasco Draco gets revenge. But what happens when Draco needs to be rescued? And is that Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape on the Quidditch pitch?

Disclaimer: The characters in no way, shape, or form ever did, are, or will belong to me. The outrageous "storyline" belongs to me though. J.K. Rowling would not be caught dead writing such things. No money is made of this and who would want to pay for something like this? If you really want to sue me talk to me when I actually have some money. Which might be never.

Warning: The only warning would be that if outrageous situations make you choke then be careful when you read, oh, and don't eat or drink anything while reading. This story is SLASH (male/male relationship), more smut and more slash then the previous piece; the R rating is not for a good enough reason. :) Oooh, and doggie collars, can't have a story without them.

Archive: My website: http://www21.brinskter.com/fracturedprose and any other website that wants it, jus tell me about it so I'm aware of it.

Notes: I finally have the sequel, yay! An almost PWP fic, some very outlandish plotlines though. For the sake of the story the characters are still OOC and there is much smut. Also don't look at this as politically correct or medically possible, it's neither. You'll see what I mean once you read through it. This is 3rd person point of view.

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The next day the feeling the general excitement was slowly wearing off. But no one missed the death glares passing from Draco Malfoy to Harry Potter. Everyone waited with held breath to see what evil revenge Draco would cook up. And cook it up he did.

In Potion's class, Professor Snape was making the Gryffindor's life hell as usual. While making a disgusting looking Hair Regrower potion, Snape decided to pair up Malfoy and Potter. I think he secretly enjoyed doing this.

Malfoy did not say a word and this scared Mr. Potter more than any sarcastic remark would've. One thing was certain; Malfoy had something up his sleeve. And this particular something will be revealed much later.

Carefully scrutinizing the boys' cauldron, Professor Snape decided that Potter would be the best candidate to try out the potion on. Pansy was very relieved that it wouldn't be her, wouldn't want anyone finding out about that embarrassing mustache of hers.

Harry was not happy about the Professor's choice of guinea pig but he had no choice. Malfoy on the other hand was ecstatic. While Potter was making silly faces at Granger and Weasley and Professor Snape was seething at Longbottom's incompetence he decided to act. Carefully he stuck his wand into the potion and magically switched the contents of it with the contents of a medium sized bottle hidden in his bag. The Charms lesson had come in useful after all. The whole operation being successful Malfoy sat in his seat with an expression of innocence. Upon seeing that expression Harry got even more suspicious.

"Well, Mr. Potter. I'm sure you don't need help drinking the potion?" Snape was looming over Harry darkly.

"No, sir."

"Then what are you waiting for? Drink."

Getting a cup, Harry ladled some of the potion into it. Taking a deep breath Harry took a few gulps from the vile brownish liquid and gagged a bit. Everyone waited expectantly; Malfoy was teetering on the edge of his seat. Nothing happened and Professor Snape was about to berate Harry for a poorly Hair Regrowing potion when Harry sprouted a second head.

"Well, this certainly was unexpected Mr. Potter. Whatever you did with that potion was a complete disaster," all this time Snape was trying very hard not to burst out laughing. And he wasn't the only one. Most of the Gryffindor's were trying to hide their snickers behind their hands.

Not understanding what all the snickering was about Harry uncertainly put up his hands to examine his face. He was very surprised to find two of them. Grinning idiotically he fell over and off his seat in a dead faint.

"Mr. Malfoy, would you be so kind as to escort our two headed friend to the infirmary. I'm sure Madame Pomfrey will be able to fix that," Snape looked contemptuously down at the two-headed Mr. Potter and grinned evilly.

"Of course, Professor. Wouldn't want Potter to be further scarred," Malfoy had a grand time "accidentally" dropping Harry on his way to the infirmary. After all levitating a whole human being is hard work.

Upon seeing the unconscious Harry Potter, Madame Pomfrey almost fainted herself, "What happened to him? Put him on the bed. Gently, Mr. Malfoy. That's it."

She tut-tutted and examined poor Harry finally coming up with the diagnoses that the effects of whatever he had drunk would wear off in 24 hours. Malfoy was very pleased but tried to hide it, unsuccessfully.

Waving some smelling salt in front of Harry's noses Madame Pomfrey successfully revived The Boy Who Lived, now with two heads. Malfoy was going to accidentally mention this to that Creevey boy, just so that there would be a picture to remind Harry of the humiliation.

Harry looked very disoriented; both pairs of eyes were frantically assessing his surroundings. The head on the right spoke first, "What happened?" The other head looked at the right one and raising an eyebrow responded, "Well, bright eyes, it seems that you've got two heads!"

"Are you sure?" the head on the right seemed skeptical.

"Very sure."

"All right, works for me.

Draco watched all this with an amused half smile. It was like a tennis match, only faster. Being so engrossed in the rapid fire conversation between Potter head #1 and Potter head #2 he didn't notice that both were now glaring at him.

"What?" he tried feigning innocence again, but Potter was not fooled.

"You know exactly what, Malfoy," said head #2

"Yes, you were the one to do this to me," added the first head.

"Ah… I should return to the class now. See you later," with that Malfoy was out of the infirmary before either head could protest.

Settling on this strange predicament Harry put his heads together and thought back on the previous day. This was a little hard as each one was thinking about something slightly different. Putting the two images together Harry got a brilliant idea.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" the first head looked downright mischievous.

"Depends on what you're thinking," winked the second head.

"Malfoy…"

"…in bed?"

"Exactly!"

"Brilliant!"

"Let's get to it," Harry Potter hurriedly got off the hospital bed and teetered uncertainly for a few seconds before finding the right balance for his two heads.

Running out into the hall Harry did not see Malfoy but head #2 was keen to notice out of a small window that Malfoy was right on the Quidditch pitch.

Quickly descending, Harry was surprised to find Malfoy in the same spot. He was bent over and laughing very hard.

"Malfoy, just the person I wanted to see," Harry was positively beaming.

Malfoy at the moment was stifling giggles, "Potter, what are you doing here?"

"Finishing old business," Harry moved closer, a manic smile on his face.

Now it was time for Malfoy to be suspicious, "What are you talking about, Potter? Have you finally lost your head? Oh, sorry," he looked poignantly at Harry's heads, "you seem to have gained one. But it sure hasn't made you smarter."

"Oh, Malfoy, do stop being so thick," head two seemed to be a little upset with that particular comment.

"Yes," added the first one, "I'm not here to fight with you. I have a much better idea."

"And what could that be, Potter?" Malfoy actually seemed interested if only a little bit.

"Let me just show you," the head on the right turned to see better the left one, "Should I do the honor or would you like to?"

The left one thought a bit, "He's yours, for the time being anyway."

Malfoy followed this bit of conversation and could not understand what it was about. No fear, as soon enough he understood it all. Harry was upon Malfoy in a flash and head number one had his mouth fastened firmly on Malfoy's. Being taken by complete surprise Draco froze up but naturally, especially remembering the events of yesterday, he quickly pushed the offending boy away. Hastily he started wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his robe.

"What was that, Potter?" he looked thoroughly disgusted.

"That, my dear Malfoy was just the beginning. Now, quit talking and come here, you beautiful boy," said Harry, making a lunge for Malfoy.

Malfoy was quicker and stepped back, "Potter, I think that potion has permanently damaged you. What in heaven's name are you doing and did you just call be "beautiful boy"? Malfoy scowled in distaste at that phrase.

"Yes, I did," both heads grinned triumphantly and Harry stepped closer. Malfoy stepped back, Harry stepped closer and Draco yet again stepped back. They looked like they were dancing. After a few more minutes of this strange dance, Malfoy, not watching where he was stepping, ended up tripping and falling over two bodies. Just lying there, or were they?

A distinct "ouch" was heard from at least one of those bodies. Looking down curiously, Draco was horrified to find his father and Professor Snape rolling around on the field.

"Father! You have just maimed me for life! How could you?" Draco was still staring with a horrified expression at the, ahem, "indecent", picture they presented. The picture being his father and Head of House looking very disheveled and Snape was wearing what seemed to be a dog collar. Gasp, the horror!!!

Lucius Malfoy looked like a child caught with his hand inside the cookie jar or to be correct inside Snape's pants. His expression was not far from Draco's, "Ah, Draco, what are you doing here?"

"Last time I checked I went to school here," Draco looked ready to kill something, anything.

Lucius kicked Snape off of him and hastily stood up, his lips were twitching, "Of course, of course, but what are you doing here?"

"The question, father, should be what are you doing here?" Draco's face resembled a ripe tomato by now.

"Mr. Malfoy, it does not matter what your father has been doing. And as you clearly have eyes you saw what he was doing," Snape has now decided to get up off the ground as well, albeit very slowly. "And I wish he kept doing it, too," this was said in a whisper that no one, thankfully, heard.

Harry looked slightly puzzled but when Mr. Malfoy the Elder looked very strangely at Harry's two heads he tugged urgently on Draco's robe sleeve, "Walking away now, Malfoy, walking away."

Surprise of surprises Draco actually listened and started backing away, of course, he just had to wrench his sleeve out of Harry's grasp but that's just a minor detail.

"Ah, good Malfoy, we're alone again," said head #2 when they were sufficiently far away from the very strange going-ons on the field.

"Wrong, Potter. We're not doing anything."

"That's what you say."

"And my word is the law."

"In your world."

"Exactly."

This back and forth conversation lasted a few more minutes when suddenly, out of nowhere, a giant worm-like creature, at least 100 meters if not more in height burst out of the ground.

It sniffed the air and then without hesitation attacked Draco. Picking him up in his mouth, thankfully it had no visible teeth; the creature started shaking him violently.

Harry looked perplexed and Draco was screaming for help at the top his lungs.

"Damn you… Potter… don't just…stand there…. Do… some…thing!"

Harry just stood there before the current situation dawned on him. Without thinking the second head screamed out, "Save us! Professors! Anyone! Save us!" The first one was still in shock.

As it did not seem to work Harry decided to take matters into his own hands. Rolling up his robe sleeves, completely forgetting his wand, he grabbed onto the creature's tail and started climbing onto its back, or what seemed to be its back. The slimy thing did not even notice the tiny nuisance that was Harry but kept battering poor Draco, who has still not given up his screaming.

When a brilliant idea hit Harry he was unable to refuse it and taking out his wand he started stabbing the creature with it and screaming "Die! Die! Die!" with each downward stroke.

As the stabbing got too annoying the creature threw off Harry without much effort. With that action something small and brown flew out of Draco's sleeve. Abandoning Draco the creature "pounced" on that small brown something.

Seeing as Draco was going to land on the ground Harry, being very valiant, called out, "I'll save you Draco!" But, alas, when it came to actually catching Draco, Harry was unsuccessful and Draco landed right on top of him.

"Ouch, well, that was unnecessary. Get off, Draco," he carelessly pushed the blonde off. Both his heads were spinning, what an impact that was. "And what happened here?"

"Apparently I was attacked by something, and that something wanted the cookie in my sleeve, and it got it too," Draco sat pouting on the grass apparently oblivious to the state his hair was in. Getting abused by a worm-thing will do that to you.

"You had a cookie up your sleeve?!?" both pairs of Harry's eyes were wide open in dismay.

"What's it to you, Potter? So what if I had a cookie up my sleeve. I personally like cookies," he looked very disgruntled and for effect he decided to cross his arms.

Harry raised his hands defensively, "It's nothing to me Malfoy, calm down."

"What was that commotion about, Mr. Potter? Would you care to explain?"

Turning around hesitantly, Harry was very disappointed to find Professor McGonogall, looking very stern.

"Er, Professor McGonogall," Harry was at a loss for words.

So was Professor McGonogall as she saw Harry's heads, "Goodness gracious, Mr. Potter, what happened to your head?"

"Long story Professor, but you see there was this giant worm-thing that attacked Malfoy, next thing I know I'm trying to save him but I don't need to save him because it turns out that the creature, whatever it was, wanted the cookie up Malfoy's sleeve!" Harry's head #1 gasped for breath while the second one nodded in approval.

"The cookie up Mr. Malfoy's sleeve?" McGonogall looked strangely at Mr. Malfoy and then Mr. Potter trying to see if they were at all sane. To her dismay she did not see any immediate sign of insanity if you didn't count the extra head Mr. Potter seemed to have grown.

Through her head was running a very bad thought indeed. What if it was all her fault this creature thing was on the grounds in the first place? She never knew that dreaming about it would actually bring it to life. Best not to talk of it.

"All right, Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, carry on," with that she started to inch along to the side keeping an eye on both of them.

Harry's heads looked at each other with a curious expression on each, not knowing how to explain that phenomenon, Harry just shrugged.

Hearing giggles and wet slurping noises Draco was roused from his stupor. What he saw made him get up clumsily and cover his eyes. He started stumbling around saying "I've gone blind!"

Looking in the direction of the noises Harry got the shock of his life, Professor Snape and Lucius Malfoy were going at it. Harry though they were trying to devour each other with the zest they were kissing. Now how they got here from where they were previously? Harry had a theory, not a very good one, but a theory nonetheless. He though that Snape just felt like torturing Harry some more. But come to think of it, that dog collar on Snape looked mighty pleasing. He wondered how Draco would look in one. Mighty good, came the answer to head #2.

But just for effect he mimicked Draco and started stumbling around hands out and groping repeating: "I've gone blind."

Sparing a glance at the two boys Lucius had the distinct impression that they were both stumbling in the direction of a strategically placed cottage. But then Snape did that delicious thing that he does to his ear and Lucius forgot all about the "blind" ones.

Somehow making it to the cottage Harry and Draco quickly shuffled in and locked the door. Slightly panting and still quite disheveled Draco looked plain yummy.

Harry eyed him, "Want to have wild sex?"

Draco looked a little surprised but quickly enough agreed. After all Harry was his little hero.

They were pleased to find a very big and fluffy looking four-poster bed. Making quick work of their clothes they plopped onto it. Without further ado both of Harry's heads attacked Malfoy.

From that moment Draco understood the meaning of the saying: "Two heads are better than one."

There was a quick tussle about who would be the dom but Harry won on this one. Draco looked very cute while pouting though soon enough he was gasping for more.

They went at it until well past midnight, both exhausted beyond reason.

Draco was very disappointed to find one of Harry's' heads gone when he awoke in the mid-afternoon. The potion must have worn off while they were sleeping. Too bad, though Draco, that was one wild afternoon and night of sex. And the thought that surprised him was that he should definitely do it again sometimes. Preferably sooner.

Harry was also a little upset by the disappearance of his other head, later he said that he enjoyed the intelligent conversation they used to have.

Professor Snape and Lucius Malfoy had a grand night as well. When Snape found out about the runaway worm-thing he berated himself for throwing that radioactive potion out the window. He never though that such an awful, awful thing might happen.

Hagrid on the other hand looked very guilty when he heard and stuttered his way through the conversation. Like McGonogall he too inched away sideways.

But whose fault was it that the creature was there in the first place? I guess we'll never know. Chose the explanation that you like best and we'll call it the genuine article.

When questioned about his father's and Professor Snape's relationship, Draco declined comment but every time he saw a dog collar he started stumbling around with closed eyes repeating that he was blind. Harry was not amused; his chance at getting Draco into the collar plummeted to zero.

Let's just say that Harry was one unhappy camper or should I say cottager. It was later christened the Draco&Harry cottage, after much debate. Draco never let Harry live it down, but then who was complaining?

The End (Really)

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A/N: How was it? Good? Bad? Ugly? Really Ugly? Reviews are appreciated, flames are answered to, nicely that is. And thank you to all those who reviewed the first part. :D Told you there was something up Malfoy's sleeve. ;) Sorry for playing up the two-headed thing so much, it was just so much fun to write. Oh, and just for the story let's say that the new head did not need glasses.