A/N: Look at me, being all fast! I just loved all the great feedback for the second chapter and I couldn't resist posting the third chapter. So, here it is! Maybe if I get great feedback once again, I'll finish writing the fourth chapter in a hurry and post again soon! ::wink wink:: No, I'm kidding. I'll get it done as fast as I can no matter how many reviews I get. Okay, so I can't figure out how to make font smaller and lift up so that the TM on Draco Malfoy looks like how it does on real products, so please bare with me here. Is that the correct bare? Should I have used bear? Oh well. Sometimes, I hate the English language... or at least homonyms. Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter Three - The Draco MalfoyTM Broom Series
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Harry decided that the Slytherins were a very weird sort group. They claimed to hate Gryffindors, and anybody not completely pureblood, but yet, when one of their own starts up a relationship with the worst sort of Gryffindor, a.k.a. Dumbledore's non-pureblooded Gryffindor Golden Boy, they seemed completely okay with it. It just didn't make any sense. Especially when the chosen partner was a boy. It didn't pay off at all with Harry's past thoughts on what Slytherins were like. The only person who seemed to have a problem with their relationship was Parkinson. She genuinely seemed to hate Harry still, though it was probably mainly just because he had 'stolen' the object of her affection right from under her nose. The whole situation was really starting to annoy Harry to no end, and he could tell that his fellow Gryffindors were noticing something was up with him, particularly Ron and Hermione. The two had yet to mention something, but Harry had the distinct feeling that something was coming, and there was nothing he could do to stop it from coming. Lies ran rampant in his mind at these thoughts. Malfoy was having problems with his libido... Harry was helping. Malfoy needed kissing lessons... Harry was helping. Malfoy needed beauty tips... Harry was helping.
Malfoy was in desperate need of a girlfriend, or rather boyfriend... Harry was helping. Yes, that one would do.
There was absolutely no way that Harry would tell them the real truth - that Harry was helping Malfoy out by pretending to be his boyfriend. That was simply too horrifying. Though the nagging thought still bothered him whenever Harry was forced to kiss Malfoy. He's a really good kisser. I wish we could do this more often. This was usually the point in which Harry would run like the coward he was not supposed to be, but ultimately was, back to the safety of his dormitory.
Which was precisely what he was doing at the very moment. He panted out his password and scrambled through the portrait hole into his private common room. He leaned against the door and put his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.
"Something the matter, Harry?"
Harry whipped his head up to see Ron, Hermione, Seamus, and Dean sitting on his couch, eyeing him suspiciously. "Er - no. Of course not. I just ran up here from the Great Hall, you know. Nothing big."
"It looks to me like our little Harry was getting a proper snog. So... who was the lucky lady?" Seamus asked slyly.
"I wasn't snogging anybody. I just had a run in with a big group of Slytherins is all. Only just got away."
"Really Harry," Hermione admonished. "You're Head Boy. You shouldn't take any abuse from them. Take away house points or report them for treating you so rudely."
"Hermione, I've taken away about two hundred house points from them in the past two weeks, but Snape always manages to make up for it. It doesn't matter."
"That's queer, Harry," Dean stated. "Why have you been taking off so many points from them lately? I mean yeah, they are Slytherins and they deserve it, but you've never been this unfair."
Harry bit back a laugh at Ron's indignant look towards Dean. "Trust me. I'm not being unfair. They brought all those loss of points upon themselves. They can suffer the consequences." Harry smiled a little at Ron's still disbelieving look at Dean and sat down next to Seamus. Ron finally snapped out of it and really looked at Harry.
"Things have been kind of strange with you the past couple weeks, Harry. I've heard something is going on with you and Malfoy. Padma Patil said that she saw you having a fight with him the other day, something about not wanting his money because it made you feel like a whore. Then some other Slytherins came and started winking at you two. What is that all about? Malfoy isn't making you be his whore, is he? Because if he is, I'll hex him for you. Nothing too bad," he added hastily at Hermione's look. "Just something that'll land him in the hospital wing for the night."
"Even if he is making Harry do something with him, you are not going to hex Malfoy. We'll just report him to Dumbledore," Hermione said reasonably.
"I can't believe you guys," Harry sighed. "Do you really think that I would let Malfoy perform sexual acts on me without my consent? I don't think so."
"Then if it's not sexual, what does he want to pay you for?" asked Seamus.
"Look, I'm just doing him a huge favour, and he does owe me big time, but it's not going to be money because I'd rather have him do me a favour in the future if the need arises. I know he will do it because this is big."
"What is it?"
"I don't want to say, all right? It's rather embarrassing... for both of us."
"Then why are you doing it?"
"I was kind of roped into it... and I sort of felt bad for him. Just never mind though. It's really nothing that big. It's nothing that will scar me for life." Oh, how I wish that were true. "Look, I think I'm just going to go to bed now. I'm really beat. You four can continue whatever you were doing... which looks like nothing. Just be sure that you put the fire out before you leave. I'll see you in the morning."
A chorus of goodnights followed Harry into his bedroom. When he shut the door behind himself, he breathed a long sigh of relief. He had managed to squirm his way out of that one without actually telling them a lie. He just went around the details of the truth. Stripping down to nothing but his boxers, which were adorned with moving dragons and snitches, he climbed into bed, and pulled the covers up to his chin. In the morning, he didn't know whether to say that his dreams were plagued by, or blessed by images of a certain sweating, and writhing Slytherin below him, moaning out Harry's name.
The next day was a Friday, for which Harry was extremely grateful. There were only two classes for all the seventh years on Fridays and it just so happened that Care of Magical Creatures was cancelled for the day. It was scheduled for just after lunch, so all Gryffindors and Slytherins got an early start to their weekend. The Gryffindors were all talking excitably about getting together a game of Muggle football (soccer). Dean was supplying the ball, while the Slytherins, much to Harry's discomfort kept whispering conspiratorially to each other behind their hands. There was something up, and Harry wasn't so sure he liked it.
So, after leaving lunch, Harry excused himself to the library. Ron had refused, and even convinced Hermione to go for a walk with him around the lake since it was such a nice day out. So, since everybody else was in class, there was nobody else in the library to disturb Harry's study time. By three in the afternoon, Ron and Hermione had shown up and asked Harry down to the kitchens with them for something to snack on, but he refused. Something that he would regret very shortly.
Not too long after Harry's friends departed, there were the distinct sounds of laughter coming from behind a bookcase. Try as he might, he couldn't ignore it as they began to get louder. Thoroughly exasperated, Harry stood up and went around the corner to find a group of seventh year Slytherins standing in a bunch, laughing.
"Excuse me," Harry interrupted. "I know we have the afternoon off, but I'm still trying to study here."
Crabbe looked at him and Harry was slightly startled to see the happy expression cross his face upon seeing the Gryffindor.
"Potter!" Blaise Zabini said in delight, which in itself was odd. Zabini was normally a very laid back sort of boy. But now... he was positively giddy.
"Zabini," Harry answered uncertainly.
"When was the last time you and Draco were able to get together?"
"Erm - not since the last time you pushed us into a closet, and we didn't get too far. Draco isn't fond of closets."
"Hmm... and Draco tells us that you never get anywhere when we push you into other crevices and rooms, either. That's a shame. Well then, you'll just have to come with us."
"I think not. I have studying to do right now."
"Oh, but Draco will be so disappointed if you don't come."
"No. I'm not coming, Zabini."
Zabini nodded his head at Crabbe and Goyle, and they stepped forward and each grabbed one of Harry's arms. "Hey! What are you doing, you blockheads? You're Draco's evildoers, not Zabini's! Why are you following his orders?"
"Draco's not here," Goyle grunted.
"Well, let me go! Draco won't appreciate you manhandling me. You know how possessive he is." Harry actually had no clue if Malfoy was possessive but he was grasping at air here. Crabbe suddenly got a scared look on his face and turned to Zabini.
"He's right, Blaise. Draco's going to kill us for even touching Potter. He'll flip. Remember that time when we touched his cloak? What do you think will happen if he finds out we touched his boyfriend?"
His cloak?! Harry thought disbelievingly.
"He might be a little mad at first, but then he'll see that we did it for his own gain, not ours. Just don't hurt him. Come on, let's go."
Both Crabbe and Goyle started pulling Harry forward reluctantly, but Harry wasn't going to kidnapped. He had things to do. And they might expect to hear actual sounds once in Malfoy's room. Harry shuddered involuntarily and started to try and jerk his way out of his captor's beefy hands. "Let me go! I will not go with you!" Just as he started to get away, a voice rang out, casting a spell and everything went black.
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Draco left the lunch table on Friday afternoon with every intention of spending it alone. His house mates were most definitely up to something, what with all their whispering and laughing. Honestly, they were worse than a bunch of Hufflepuffs. Where was their dignity, and cunning, secretive planning? This certainly wasn't secretive. If they wanted Draco to know that something was going on, they'd do better just to tell him. Sighing as he left the Great Hall, Draco decided to take a walk out by the lake.
The air was warm for late September, and the sun shone down from the clear skies, warming Draco. There was no wind to speak of; all in all, it was the perfect day for a relaxing walk.
The past two weeks had been nothing but complete hell. Draco's fellow Slytherins kept pushing himself and Potter into closets, little nooks in the walls, classrooms. Anywhere you could think of, they'd been stuffed in together. It was getting quite ridiculous. Most of the time, they'd just stand there and look at each other until they deemed it safe to walk back out. Normally, they'd rub their hands over their lips, making them appear more red than usual, mess their hair up and pretend to be straightening their robes when they emerged. But then, there were those few times when the younger Slytherin girls would press their ears against the door to hear something, so they had to fake the noises. There was even one time that the door opened, and they quickly jumped together and started kissing. It turned out to Mrs. Norris, but it was all the same.
There was also the little nagging fact in the back of Draco's mind that said that he wanted to be snogging Potter. Draco proved to himself that their first kiss wasn't something to be forgotten. It stayed on his mind constantly, and he found that he kind of wished Pansy would have stayed so that they could have gone further. But the hormone factor would weasel its way back into his mind, and all things would be fine again. Because Draco Malfoy wasn't attracted to boys. He was attracted to girls.
Sighing once again, Draco sat down upon a rock by the lake and stared out at the giant squid reach three of his tentacles above the water. To prove to himself that he did indeed like girls, he started to think of all the girls that attended Hogwarts. Surely there was one that caught his fancy. In Slytherin... Pansy, Millicent. Ugh. Not Slytherin. Most girls there were disgusting. Hufflepuff... won't even go there. Ravenclaw... Padma Patil. She's all right. Though not really my style. Dark hair though. I like dark hair. Her eyes aren't bright enough. They're too dark. Green is a good eye colour. Bright, vivid green that sparkles. And they darken when they're filled with lust, and they have to show every emotion. Maybe they could even be hidden behind glasses. Her lips have got to be full, and pouty. Her nose, kind of like a squishy button, so that it's good enough to nibble on....
Draco groaned just as Weasley and Granger walked by hand in hand. They looked at him oddly but kept walking. Draco didn't even take notice of them as he had buried his face in his hands. Every trait that he was looking for in a girl, fit Potter to a T. I don't like Potter. I just like his traits. They're pretty girlish, of course they might be attractive on a girl. I'll admit it, his eyes are pretty.
Draco spent the rest of the afternoon on that rock by the lake, not thinking about Potter and his pretty eyes. Though green was all he saw, and occasionally when he closed his eyes, an image of Potter naked would swim past his mind's eye. He'd shake his head and continue to look out at the lake. Weasley and Granger had walked by a second time, discussing going to the kitchens with Potter. Apparently he was in the library. For a split second, Draco considered going to see him, but quickly stopped himself.
After he was sure that dinner was over, he climbed off of the rock and continued into the castle. Sure enough, when he walked past, the Great Hall was emptied of everybody. After quickly making his way down to the Slytherin common room, he walked to Crabbe, Goyle, and Zabini, who were looking quite smug upon seeing him.
"Draco," Blaise greeted warmly. "Where have you been? We've been waiting for you."
"Oh. I went for a walk. What did you want?"
"We have a surprise for you in your room. Why don't you go see?"
Draco eyed them suspiciously. "What did you do to my things?"
"Oh, we didn't do anything. We just added a toy to your bed. Go on. Go look."
The two boys stared at each other, one with suspicion, and the other with anticipation. Draco still didn't move. After a couple moments of a silent showdown, Blaise stood up and began dragging Draco up the boys staircase, Crabbe and Goyle right behind. "Stop being such a pussy, you'll like it. Believe me."
"I'm not so sure I believe you, but I'll go see. But I swear, if you ruined any of my things, you will pay for them."
"Don't worry, Draco. We all know how expensive and rare your things are. Just trust me, it's a good surprise," Blaise replied calmly as he opened the seventh year boys dorm room.
"Fine. Now where is it?"
"Vince, Greg, would you do the honours?" Blaise said grandly, gesturing to Draco's bed. The green hangings were shut and the two boys walked to it, turned to Draco offering him two trollish smiles before whipping the curtains open.
Draco's eyes opened wide in shock at the picture laid before him. Harry Potter, the person who was causing Draco more problems than anybody else, was lying completely naked on his bed. Two different sets of handcuffs were on his wrists, making his arms spread out, and his legs were bound together. Potter for his part was gagged, and staring angrily at the four Slytherins before him. Draco felt himself twitch upon seeing the Gryffindor naked.
"Surprise!" the other three Slytherins yelled stupidly.
Complete silence met their ears after the exclamation as they waited for Draco's verdict. It took a few moments for Draco to realise that he would normally act mad at something like this. He turned towards his friends, hoping that anger was found in his silver eyes. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he yelled at them. "You know how I hate anybody touching my things..."
"Well, technically, Potter is a person and can't be categorised as a thing, or a possession."
Draco gave a start because it wasn't Blaise who had said that. Blaise who was very smart, who was in second place in their year after the Mudblood. It was Vincent Crabbe. Draco stared at his friend. "Since when did you grow a brain?" he asked incredulously.
Blaise snorted. "It's always been there, Draco, just dormant. I've been tutoring these two."
"Oh," Draco replied faintly. "Good job. Anyway, thank you for the information, Vince, but I already knew that. But since Harry is my boyfriend, not any of yours, you are not allowed to touch him, especially to undress him. You have just taken all the fun out of it! Although, good thinking on the handcuffs. Very kinky."
"Thank you," Greg replied smugly.
Draco merely raised an eyebrow, as Potter started trying to say something behind them, but couldn't as he was gagged. "I think that's your cue to leave. I now have to inspect him for any damage done to his body." Draco smirked, climbed onto his bed, and shut the curtains around him.
"Oh, and Draco," called Blaise through the curtains. "We left clothes for him hanging up in our bathroom. His wand is where you normally keep yours at night."
"Thanks! Get the hell out of here!"
Draco cast a silencing spell around his bed as the door closed behind the boys and looked at Potter. Potter immediately began talking, but Draco only smiled and revelled in the fact that he couldn't understand a word he was saying. That was probably a very good thing on Draco's part.
Draco tsked and shook his head. "Potter, Potter, Potter. How did you let them get you here?" More muffled mumbling. "To think, the Head Boy can't even defend himself when a group of Slytherins comes along and threaten you. What are you going to do in the real world when it comes hopping along next year? Surely you can't keep letting yourself be brought to other people's beds, now can you Potter?"
The green eyes started to light up with anger and he tried kicking Draco, but to no avail. "Feisty one today, aren't we? I'm curious, Potter. Did they hurt you? Because I will hex them if they did. I did bring you into this mess after all." Receiving nothing but a nasty glare, Draco smirked and reached his hands up to Potter's neck. The Gryffindor flinched at first but then did nothing but continue his glare. Very slowly and deliberately, Draco began pressing and rubbing gently down Potter's neck, arms, and then to his chest. The Gryffindor's breathing began to hitch slightly in his chest, and Draco couldn't help but smirk when Potter's hips bucked slightly as he ran his thumbs over his nipples.
"Enjoying me trying to figure out if you're injured, are you, Harry?" He had leaned down and breathed his name into his ear, causing goosebumps to raise on his flesh. Draco continued his slow inspection down Potter's stomach until he was at his hip bones. "You're all right on the upper body, would you like me to continue?"
Despite the obvious lust in Potter's eyes, he shook his head fervently. Draco relented and sat back, looking down at Potter's very vulnerable form. His eyes raked over the toned, smooth chest, the hard stomach with just a hint of a six pack... and the even harder flesh just below his waist. Draco raised an eyebrow and circled the tip with a finger. Potter gave a half moan, half disgusted groan and turned over onto his side, back side facing Draco.
"Oh, you want it like that do you?" Draco said calmly, trying to get the other boy flushed.
A vehement no sound came out and he turned back over onto his back, looking very uncomfortable with the arrangement. Finally feeling a bit sorry for him, Draco removed the gag and very quickly covered his ears for the impending lecture he was about to get.
"Don't you dare cover your ears! Do you have any idea how embarrassing this situation is? How would you like it if Ron and Hermione did this to you? This is the most humiliating experience of my entire life, and then for you to go and take advantage of me. But of course, I shouldn't expect anything else from a Malfoy. Take advantage of people at their most vulnerable moments. You sick perverted bastard! I swear, you're lucky I don't have the power to give out detentions, because all of you would be serving them for the rest of the year! I'll be taking twenty-five points from all four of you..."
"That's a little unfair, Potter. You know perfectly well that I never wanted you in my bed. I had no idea that they were planning this. I was in the dark just as much as you were."
"Fine, but I'm still taking one hundred points from Slytherin."
"Oh, and what are you going to say to justify that when somebody asks you about it? You know all the teachers are going to question it when that many points are taken off, especially Snape."
"I'll tell them the truth. That I was kidnapped and brought into the Slytherin dormitories. I won't say why I was brought but I will tell them that much. I think Snape will figure it out."
"Yes, I think he will, Potter. But you forget, he thinks we're an item. I've tried explaining to him, but he doesn't believe me."
"Fine, I'll only take twenty-five right now, but I will get more taken away. Even if it is for something like breathing too loud, I will take away one hundred points. No matter how long it takes."
"You're so pathetic. Just forget about it. They were only trying to make us happy."
"Which is another thing I don't get! What is it with you Slytherins? I thought you were all about the Pureblooded people! They should be furious that your 'boyfriend' is a half-blood, a Gryffindor, and not to mention, a boy!"
"Yes, the Boy Who Lived to top it all off. They were furious, some of them still are. But most of them have come to terms. What you don't understand is that Slytherins watch out for each other, we're family and we want each other to be happy. If I want to shag Harry bloody Potter, I'll shag you. They might have a problem about it, but they'll accept it. Whatever makes me happy is okay. Some of them still give me a wide berth since they think I'm gay, but I mostly don't have any problems."
"Are you sure you're not? I mean, you seem to like... er - exploring my body."
"Well, you seemed to like having your body explored by me. Besides, I was just trying to get a reaction."
"Well, you bloody got one!" Potter exploded, his anger coming back again.
"Yeah, about that... are you sure you're not gay?"
"Who's not going to react when somebody does that to somebody? It should be illegal!" Draco snorted. That certainly did well for his ego. "Could you please let my hands go of these handcuffs? My wrists feel like they're going to start bleeding any minute here."
"Sure." Draco took out his wand and magicked his wrists and legs free of their binds. Potter sat up, trying to hide himself while rubbing his wrists and ankles.
"Can I have um... something to cover up with?"
"I do not want you under my blankets. I will refuse to sleep here tonight if your naked arse has been sitting on it."
"I've already been sitting on your blanket though. I'll just wrap myself up with it."
"No."
Potter growled low in his throat so that Draco relented. Draco threw a small blanket that he never used to him and let him wrap his waist with that. Potter sighed and laid on his back, staring up at the green canopy.
"This was almost me, you know."
"What was?"
"I was almost placed in Slytherin in first year."
"... ... Excuse me?"
"Yeah. The Sorting Hat said that Slytherin would help me on my way to greatness."
"What happened?"
"I chanted, 'not Slytherin' in my head."
"So... what made it change its mind to place you in Gryffindor?"
"Well, the only reason it wanted me in there was because Voldemort put a little of himself in me when he tried to kill me the first time. That's why I'm a parseltongue, because he could speak it."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Shoot."
"Why didn't you want to be here?"
"Because I'd already heard that it was basically an evil house... and because of you. I despised you."
"Do you still?"
"Despise you? I don't know. Right now, yes. I hate you for putting me in this awful situation."
"It can't be that bad. I mean, look at me! I'm gorgeous. Any girl or gay guy in this school would be queuing up for me if they weren't afraid of Pansy still."
"Stop being so narcissistic. Not everybody likes you. Hermione thinks you have a face like a ferret."
"I hate ferrets," Draco said darkly.
Potter laughed loudly and slapped Draco's knee. "Of course you would. But anyway, I don't know if I despise you anymore. Maybe a dislike. After Voldemort, every other hate I had kind of diminished until practically nothing. If you'd stop opening your mouth so much, I'd probably like you more."
"Same goes here, Potter."
"I'm telling you Professor Snape! Draco's not here!" came Blaise's voice suddenly.
"Oh shit!" Draco whispered even as he hastily began undressing to his boxers, throwing his clothing everywhere. He threw the blanket from around Potter's waist and laid on him, kissing him deeply even as the curtains were pulled open. Draco whipped his head around and glared at the professor and Blaise Zabini, who was standing just behind Snape, looking sheepish.
"What the hell? Can't a guy get a little privacy when he's in his own bed?" Draco demanded in his most superior tone.
"Yes, you may Draco, but I was wondering where Mr. Potter had disappeared to. Apparently, his friends are looking for him because he's been missing since the late afternoon."
"Well, he's with me. Now leave."
"Mr. Potter," Snape directed towards him. "As Head Boy, you should know that you're not allowed into other houses dorm rooms unless otherwise stated by a teacher."
"They kidnapped me!" Potter exclaimed automatically. "They stunned me and I woke up handcuffed and naked to Draco's bed. God, please don't tell anybody I'm here."
"Yes, please don't, Professor," Draco requested.
Snape growled low in his throat and looked to the bottom of the bed. "You still have your shoes and socks on Mr. Malfoy," he said before he closed the curtains. Once they were left in the dark again, both boys relaxed, with Draco still on top of Potter. He laid with his head buried in Potter's neck for a long while before he rolled off to cover Potter's body, with the same blanket as before and then he took off his shoes and socks.
"That was a close one," Draco sighed.
"Can I get out of here now?"
"No. Not when Blaise saw me with my boxers on still. You have to wait at least two more hours."
Potter groaned and turned his back to Draco. "Wake me when I can leave then." This time, it was Draco's turn to groan. It was going to be a very long two hours. The least Potter could do was perform some sort of sexual act to pass the time. But it didn't look like that was going to happen now that he was already snoring. Damn.
Draco woke with a start some hours later to a body shifting in his arms. He opened blurry eyes to see Potter's face towards him, still sleeping, oblivious to the world. For some reason, Draco didn't even realise that he was actually holding his enemy, on his own terms. It was actually quite nice. Turning his head, Draco looked at the clock to find that it was already 12:30 AM. It had been three hours since Snape's intrusion. It was probably safe for Potter to sneak out.
Untangling his arms from around the darker boy, Draco shook his shoulder. "Potter. Potter. POTTER! Wake UP!"
"Heh? Wha'?"
"Wake up! You can leave now. It's half past midnight."
Obviously still asleep, Potter snuggled back into Draco's body. "Mmm... too tired to walk all the way back, Dray. Let me stay."
"Dray? Um... no. You're leaving right now."
To prove his point, Draco began to shake Potter violently until he sat up and glared at him. "Would you stop, Malfoy? Merlin, I think I have whiplash!"
"You need to leave."
"Where are my clothes?"
"They said that they were hanging in our bathroom."
"Fine," Potter said gruffly, whipped off the blanket and stood up. It was one of those times where Draco was knocked absolutely senseless. Sure, he had seen Potter naked only hours before, but that hadn't been his choice. Potter had just made a conscious decision to expose himself. And Merlin... did his backside ever look good. As did his front side, but since Potter was already walking to the bathroom and closing the door, Draco could only lie back and watch him walk away. He shuddered as his lower extremities jumped a little higher every time Potter moved a leg. This was not good.
Before Draco could even tell himself that he wasn't attracted to Potter, a shout of outrage came from the bathroom and snickers were heard from the other beds in the room. Draco laughed quietly at the prospect of what they had done to Potter's clothes. It had to be good. He waited patiently for Potter to come out, and stared out the only window in the dorm. A crescent moon was hanging in the sky, barely emitting a light.
"Malfoy! Look at what they left me!"
Draco sat up, hoping to hide his obvious excitement, and bit his lip to hide the laughter that was coming up like a bubble in his oesophagus, just waiting to be let out. But it was to no avail, he exploded in laughter. He leaned over his knees, clutching his stomach in mirth. "Oh, you guys, that's bloody brilliant!" he cried when he got control of himself.
A smug thank you came in the direction of Greg's bed. "Malfoy! I want my robes back!"
"I don't think so. I think you look quite good in that loin cloth, Harry. Quite good indeed. It's quite becoming. Good call on the silver and green guys. Slytherin colours, and it matches his eyes." Another thank you from Greg's bed. Draco rolled his eyes.
"I am not wearing this through the castle! I will not be branded as Malfoy's property!"
Draco started laughing again, because just the sight of Harry Potter in a silver and green loincloth, was too much to handle. "Turn around, Potter, show him your rear!" Blaise exclaimed laughing.
Potter very reluctantly turned around and revealed that that side had flashing green letters. Draco choked and forced a laugh.
On the back flap was written, 'I ride the Draco MalfoyTM broom series.'
"I want my robes back."
"We already had them sent to your rooms. Sorry. That's all we have," Blaise said with fake sympathy.
An exasperated grunt emitted from Potter and he stalked to Draco. "Wand. Right now. I'm leaving."
"Oh, come on. Don't be so cold. Just one goodbye kiss?" Draco asked, fluttering his eyelashes. Knowing that everybody was watching, Potter leaned down and gave him a chaste kiss. But Draco pulled him on top, careful not to poke Potter's thigh, and kissed him thoroughly. Potter pulled back hastily, spotted his wand, grabbed it and left in a hurry.
"Goodnight, Harry!" Draco called sweetly.
"Sod off!" he yelled back.
Draco 'hmphed', pulled his curtains back around him and lay thinking for a long while. He tried with everything to keep his mind off of Potter lying naked, strapped to his bed, and Potter in a loin cloth, but his thoughts betrayed him every time. With a soft groan, Draco reached into his boxers and let the memories of Harry Potter naked, and vulnerable wash over him.
