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Warning: contains yaoi, some language and some other stuff...I think.
Author Notes: I'm sorry if I confuse you with this story, I'm not really paying attention to the real novels for this story so please bear with me.
Bite Me
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Harry Potter was sitting alone in a dark classroom serving detention, again. He was busy picking at some sticky substance stuck under the desk, his punishment had been to remove gum from the desks of three classrooms, and he was currently on the last one. He was being punished for, well he didn't really know why he was being punished. Snape had told him that he was behaving suspiciously, what ever the hall that was supposed to incur Harry hadn't the faintest clue.
"Snape and suspicious behavior crap can just bite me," he ground out angrily. Snape had no reason to give him detention; in fact he should have been giving Harry house points. Harry had been making sure that he stayed out of trouble this year: he hadn't been pissing Malfoy off, he hadn't been sneaking around at night(well not as often) and he had been studying really hard so far. He was studying so hard in fact that his marks were almost as good as Hermione's, except for potions. His marks were better but only because Snape had to give him marks he deserved but he only received the bare minimum of what he deserved.
Harry suspected those were the reasons why Snape had given him a detention, Okay, Harry decided. So maybe I have been behaving slightly suspiciously, Harry conceded. But that's no reason to make me touch other people's ABC gum, Harry made a face.
"Yuck!"
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"Potter has detention again?" came the unbelieving voice of Draco Malfoy.
"Yup," replied Blaise Zabini. "It seems the sexy little seeker's really gotten on Snape's bad side this year."
"He's always been on Snape's bad side," Pansy Parkinson added. "Ever since the first day in the first year." She had a thoughtful look on her face, "Always."
"And it's normally your fault Draco," Blaise said.
"Normally," Draco agreed. "But not his year, we haven't even said a word to each other."
"I know," Pansy began but was interrupted by the dorm door opening, nothing entered. The three slytherins looked around the dank room, their eyes scanned all the green four-poster beds and the plush green floor. Nothing was in the room.
"Creepy," Blaise said and moved closer to Draco putting a hand on his shoulder and whispering into his ear, "protect me please." The words were practically purred.
"Uh, Pansy I uh," Draco cleared his throat as Blaise ran his tongue along Draco's neck. "I think you should go," Blaise undid Draco's robe. "Now."
"But dammit Draco," she whined. "I thought you were going to forget about me this time," but nonetheless she got up from the bed drew the curtains and left the room. Before the closed the door she heard Draco mutter the beginnings of the silencing charm, and a muffled moan but she couldn't tell which boy it had come from.
Draco heard the door close with a soft click, he finished putting the locking and silencing charms on his curtains a returned his attention to the sexy boy currently driving him insane with his hands.
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After Harry had finished cleaning the gum off the desks he didn't really want to go back to the tower, after all there wasn't really anything there for him. Ron and Hermione had finally gotten together last year (sixth) and Dean and Seamus were always out at night whether they were with each other or other people no one knew. So he decided to see what his arch enemy was up to, he didn't know where the idea of spying on Malfoy had come from but he had nothing better to do.
So now he found himself in the slytherin seventh year's dorm in Malfoy's bed while Malfoy and Zabini were… well they were shagging. Harry was going to leave when the Parkinson girl did but Malfoy had chosen to put a locking charm on he curtains effectively locking Harry inside. Now Harry had always appreciated the blond slytherin's good looks he just couldn't stand his attitude but after a year and a half of ignoring the pompous git Harry found that he wasn't really a pompous git after all. And now Harry further understood why all the girls and a surprising number of boys wanted him as well, as for Harry he had Draco in his full glory before. He had seen at least once every year since Draco had started quidditch, they both liked to take long hot showers and were always the last ones to leave the dressing room after games or practice. It was during those times that the enemies put aside their differences and talked as though they hadn't a care in the world. They spoke of hopes and dreams, they spoke of their pasts their present, they just spoke about whatever came to mind. Malfoy never insulted or put down Harry's hopes, and in turn Harry respected the slytherin's as well.
"Blaise.." Draco's breathless voice broke into Harry's thoughts.
"Yes...?" Blaise questioned seductively.
"It's my turn to be on top," Zabini just stared at Malfoy.
"How can you always remember whose turn it is?" He demanded.
"Well if I didn't," Malfoy drawled. "Who would?"
"Fine, fine," the dark-haired boy muttered. "But hurry up this things starting to hurt." he gestured to his straining erection. Harry felt blood rush to his cheeks (on his face, sheesh) and his pants felt slightly restricting. My God, I'm stuck in Malfoy's bed and he's busy fucking one of the schools sexiest most sought after males in the school, he thought feeling trapped. Harry moaned softly, his frustration eating at him. Draco stopped what he was doing.
"Did you hear that?" he asked Blaise, who currently appeared to be contemplating the murder of a young Mr. Malfoy.
"Hear what?" he replied impatiently.
"There's someone else in the room." Harry held his breath and didn't move, Draco had heard him and that meant he was looking for someone and being the only other person in the room Harry suspected that Darco was searching for him. (Although Draco didn't realize it was Harry, of course
Draco opened the curtains and left the bed searching for the person in the room, Harry saw his chance. He leaped from the bed, landing lightly on his feet. Harry went to the door, opened it escaped and ran as quickly as he could toward the common room entrance. He saw the door and went to make his escape, he tripped.
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Draco saw the dormitory door open, saw the door stay open, and saw no one enter or leave the room. The hell? He asked himself, doors didn't generally open themselves, not even wizarding doors. There was a commotion coming from the common room, gasps and shouts of surprise. Draco decided to investigate, but of course he had to clothe himself before leaving the room. He walked along the corridor and brushed past the crowd gathered near the entrance, then he saw what the whole 'crowd-gathering thing' was about. Harry Potter was sitting on the floor looking flushed and disoriented, definitely not everyday material. Potter spoke,
"Where am I?" Most definitely not everyday material.
