Chapter Six Redhead Trouble

"Stop it you idiot." The Ice Prince was doing some moves on the raven-haired boy.

"Shut up, Scar boy. I know you like it."

"Uh, well yeah." It was obviously hard to think straight when you got a Draco Malfoy wandering his hands all over you. "Uh, I mean no. Hey, this is a public place. Uh, Dray, come on stop it already." No matter how hard the shorter boy pleaded, the blond didn't seem to care. The blond kept on doing his intentions without minding him.

"Not until you promise me that I can sleep with you tonight." The blonde made his attempts more intense.

"Dray.... Okay, okay, what ever you want. Just stop doing *that*. Don't you have any shame?"

"Nu-uh. No I don't." Not even bothering to remove his hand from Harry's.

"Dray... please... We're going to be late..."

"Say 'Please, Master. I'll do anything for you.' There, say it, Scar boy."

"You really like to torture me, don't you?"

"Truly. Coz you're just beautiful when you're in distress." He smirked. "Now say it."

"Dray, I'm going to hate you for this." He gave a sharp look. Draco knelt down and placed feathery kisses on a very deliberate place. The blonde's sudden action gave him a sharp gasp. "Damn it! Cut that out. I'm going to… Dray please…"

"Didn't you say that you hate me enough for today? You're ruining the mood." He lifted his head and looked in Harry's emerald orbs. Not being patience at all he resumed what he was doing formerly and caused the shorter one to whimper. "Repeat my words." He looked sharp in the eyes.

"Okay, okay. Just stop it already. Please, Master. I… Ugh, I hate you." The other one smirked hearing that.

"I'll take that as another 'I love you' from you. I'll see you tonight then. I love you." He kissed the shorter boy once more before leaving him.

***

Draco Malfoy kept on pacing back and forth in his room. He mumbled incoherent words. He was so eager to meet Harry since he hasn't the boy for a few days. Somehow thing managed to 'part' them for a while. No classes with Gryffindor, no accidental meeting with Harry, no pinning Harry on the wall, no… Well, the point is there's no Harry. The only occasion he saw Harry was at meals in the Great Hall, but that wasn't enough for him. With all the people around he couldn't *do* anything to the raven-haired guy. Furthermore, he's got that red hair all around him. That really gets to his nerves.

"Why can that Weasley be near *my* Harry and I can't? This is just unfair. He keep on dangling his filthy hands on *my* Harry. I just want to strangle him, but sure Harry won't be too pleased by that." The furious blonde clenched his fist, imagining slashing a certain redhead to pieces.

"Well, well, Master Malfoy it seems that you're in a eccentric temper right now. Talking to yourself and complaining about a… what was it? A weasel?" The green mirror suddenly appeared and spoke to him. Smirking just like its master.

"Its not a weasel. It's a damn redhead. That damn Ron Weasley he just *always* happens to be next to *my* Harry. And I really want to throttle him for that." He glared to the mirror.

"Well, he *is* his best friend, isn't he? And isn't it just likely for best friends to associate together. And don't you spend time with Vince and Greg, too?"

"Yeah, well but I don't fling my arms all around them. And he *does*. He flings his arms all over *my* Harry and that really irritates me. Cuddling all around is *not* what best friends do. More over Weasley *is* into guys. And I don't want him to lay a finger on *my* Harry." He glared once again at the mirror.

"Possessive aren't we…" The mirror just grinned. "Like father, like son."

"Like what? What does this happen to do with my father? My father? Possessive? Of what?"

"Oh… err… nothing…" The mirror just grinned again. "Absolutely nothing."

"Luther… tell me everything you know." He put his arms on each side of the mirror and glared to it.

"Oh, Master Malfoy is pinning me to the wall. Somebody help me." He said in a sing-a-song tone.

"You *are* hanging on the wall, you idiot. Stop that annoying attitude of yours, will ya?" he released his arms. "So… what about my father?" Once again he gave the mirror a piercing look.

"You will discover when the time comes, Master. You will know indeed."

"I hate you when you say that." Then he suddenly remembered about a annoying redhead and the anger burned in him once again. "Just think of what they're doing together. Just think of what that Weasley *can* do to *my* Harry. Just think of what they're doing *now*. I just can imagine."

"Well, you don't have to imagine. You can just see it yourself."

"Yeah, right I can see… What? See myself? How?"

"Master, you really didn't read the manual, did you? Read chapter 4, page 24 about 'Uses of the Magical Mirror'" He looked at Draco who was turning pages of the manual. "There on line 3. 'it can be used for tele…'"

"Teleporting? OMG, I completely forgot about it." Then he grinned madly. "Harry Potter here I come." He touched the mirror and eagerly waited for the teleporting.

Nothing happened.

"It doesn't work." He looked confused.

"Sure it doesn't. You didn't say the magic words."

"Magic words?"

"Master, why don't you spare some of your time to read the manual?"

"Sorry, too lazy. So what's the magic word?"

"I thought so." The mirror sighed. "Then just say 'I wish'"

"I wish I can see Harry Potter right now."

***

Here I am, Draco Malfoy, in Harry's room now. This is my first time so I wanted to take a look around. Gryffindor tower is really different from the dungeon. Now I know why father always says that Gryffindor always gets extra treatment. This is a place you could call home, compared to Slytherin. It's warm and cozy, and furthermore it has Harry in to.

I walked to the bed and searched for the one with 'Harry Potter' written on it. I touched the bed he uses and imagine how it would feel to just lay there, making love with him. I sat there waiting for him to come here. Where is he now? Should I wait? Or should I search for him? But what if someone sees me wandering around in Gryffindor tower? Before I could think what to do next, I heard some voices coming near. Somehow it feels familiar. Intuitionally I ducked beneath the bed, and it's just my luck the owner of the voices just happen to sit on top of the bed that I chose. How can I escape now? My and my crazy ideas; look what a mess I'm in now. Imagine what they'll do if they find out that I'm here?

 "Harry, promise me you won't be mad at me. But, I really don't know what I should do now." It was the redhead's voice. Redhead and *my* Harry. Perfect. Now I can spy on them.

"Just tell me, Ron. Maybe I can help you out. Anyway, we're buddies, right?"

"So, it's like this." That was all I could hear from underneath Harry. Hey, that isn't good. He should be the one underneath *me* not the opposite. Oh, well that's a different matter now. The damn Weasley was whispering something in Harry's ear, hey Harry's ear. No way. What is he doing? Whispering? With a husky voice? No way. Is he trying to seduce *my* Harry. The ear *is* one of the sensitive spots of the human body. Damn that Weasley. No, I got to put a stop to this.

"What? Seamus did what? I can't believe my ears, Ron."

Then I slowly crawled out of my hiding place. And took a look of what they were doing. Oh, Merlin, I was imagining things. The redhead wasn't seducing Harry. What a relief. He was just talking. About Finnigan? What an dull topic. So I hid myself, but still I can see my beautiful Harry with his back is facing me. And the redhead was facing him. It took all my self-control to not embrace him right there. Well, to think about it again, that doesn't sound like a bad idea after all.

So I came out of my hiding place, embraced him from behind and kissed him. That caused the redhead freaking out, pointing me and shouting things like 'For Merlin's sake. Malfoy. Kissing Harry.' I just had to show him to whom Harry belongs. Harry was too shocked to stir. To bad he didn't response, but yeah it *was* in front of Weasley after all.

"Love you, Harry. But, I got to go now." Then I kissed him once again, this time on the lips. Weasley's eyes turned to the shape of a saucer. It was all so hilarious.

Then I came back to the mirror and told Jaffoy to take me back to my dorm. My disappearance caused Weasley mutter 'Malfoy. Kissed Harry. Vanish. Through mirror. Ghost.' Then he fainted. Such a silly guy.

Well at last I managed to meet my love. Tonight I'll get a sweet dream then.

TBC

AN: There is the very late update. Sorry folks. Since now I'm free I can write faster. So don't forget to R&R, I'd really appreciate it. I've been thinking that somehow Draco like to be called 'Master' yeah, the old Malfoy superior syndrome.