A/N: this chapter (especially the ice scene) is based on something that happened to me a couple weeks ago.
A few hours later, when Harry was in detention, Draco was sitting around in their room, trying to build a birdhouse, "Oh stupid, warped wood!" he muttered. As he was muttering he heard a knock on the door and so he went to go answer it. When he opened the door he was surprised to find Professor Snape standing on the other side.
"Hello Draco," said Snape menacingly, "May I come in?"
"Ok…" However, it was a mistake to let him in because as soon as the door was closed Snape pointed his wand at Draco. This caused the pale, blonde person in question to be pinned to the bed and unable to move. "What the hell are you doing?" asked Draco, trying to lift his arm.
"I didn't appreciate your attempts to embarrass me in class today."
"I don't know what you're talking about," replied Draco, giving Snape his best look of disgust.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about, calling my plans moronic! How do you think that makes me feel?"
"I don't really care."
Snape walked over to the bed and began to undo Draco's pants.
"What are you doing? Stop!"
"One more word and I'll take one hundred points from Slytherin." He pointed his wand at the bed and said, "Banafar!" as if by magic a bucket of ice appeared.
Draco was doing his best to look very bored.
Snape picked up a handful of ice and placed it in Draco's pants. Then he put another handful on Draco's chest, under his shirt. He continued doing this for awhile.
At first Draco didn't think that it felt very bad, he just thought Snape was being a little bit ridiculous. However, after a little while he realized how cold ice could be; it hurt rather badly.
Snape was delighted to see the delicate, pale body writhing around, unable to get the painful ice off.
After about an hour Snape began to walk towards the door. As he was leaving Harry walked in and looked surprised and then disappointed to see his least favorite professor. He stepped into the room, hearing the click of the door as Snape left. Harry was astonished to see Draco on the bed, wet and not completely clothed. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Well, Malfoy, I can see now why you're Snape's favorite."
Draco glared at Harry as he struggle off the bed and stumbled into the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and noticed how red the now numb skin was. He began to peel off his wet clothes. When he finished pulling his shirt off he turned and saw Harry standing in the doorway, staring at him, "What do you want?" he asked.
"Nothing, it's just…" Harry laughed, "You're such a whore. I mean, sure, good grades are important…but come on!"
"I don't owe you an explanation, Potter." Draco shut the bathroom door.
