AUTHOR'S NOTES CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR OoTP!!!

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Author's Notes:

Hi peeps. YES! I know! This chapter is long over-dued! I'm SOOOO SORRY!!

*Kinna takes a deep breath and prepares to be battered.* (Thank devil for vampiric healing ability. At least I won't be beaten to death) ^_^~

Thank god I jotted down most of this chapter in my notebook a couple of weeks ago and just never got round to typing it out, or I would never have been able to get this out for another month.

And yes, I know it's kind of a cliffhanger. I'll probably reward you (or at least those of you that are of age) with plenty of smut in the next chapter. Yes. SMUT. I can see those of you starting to droll. Don't short-circuit the keyboard, folks.

P.P.S. This chapter is rated R. HARD-R. Battling at the roof of ff.net's ratings. So GET OUT if you're underaged!! Next chapter is going to get even harder (pun intended), so if reading this sort of things makes you uncomfortable, don't come to me if you cannot take it and get a nosebleed. IF YOU FLAME ME ABOUT THIS SORT OF THING, I WILL THROW YOU INTO A VOLCANO CRATER AND LET YOU BURN IN HELL.

*Taking a deep breath to calm herself*

As you can see, I'm kinda volatile these days. But I'm still reasonable. Mostly. So be nice and leave a review. I would not chew your head off no matter what you say. UNLESS you complain about too much smut. You can tell me if you think Harry jumping Draco at this stage is unsuitable or too early though.

Kinna

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Harry rushed forward to rescue the blonde, only to stop short as Draco laughed – LAUGHED?!?—and started rolling around on the grass with the gigantic rodent. Shocked but relieved that boy was not being mauled, Harry watched him frolicking on the grass. Thinking that he should stop them after a while, he moved forward, only to be held back by Hermione.

"Wait, I think that the raccoonela can smell Draco's scent and tell that it is, like, a family member. Raccoons and ferrets, remember? If we interrupt them, it may not react well to our scent, and turn violent instead. Better not risk it." As if to illustrate her point, Dean, several yards away, gave a startled yelp. Harry sat back and watched as Draco rolled, bounced, and generally had fun, and thought of all the times he and the ferret had done similarly when younger. 'Yes,' he thought, 'Draco should play now. Life as a human so far must have been really boring and strenuous to him.'

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"I think I'll forgo dinner in the Great Hall. Draco here can't go there in this state." Harry motioned to a sweaty and panting Draco, with dried leaves and mud stuck all over his robes. "I'll go down to the kitchens and get food if I get hungry later. Besides, I think I have some chocolate frogs sitting around somewhere. Unless there's pies or something portable for dinner…..bring up some if you can?" Hermione cast an uncertain glance at the pair and hesitated, but was shooed off by Ron who was complaining of hunger pangs. Soon, Harry and Draco were the only ones left in the corridor outside the Great Hall. 'Sigh. Can't put it off any longer.' Harry thought, looking over at the blonde, 'Might as well get it over and done with.'

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"This is a shower head. Water comes out of here – you should know, you've seen me using it before. Turn this knob to get water – it's charmed to stay at a comfortable temperature. That's pretty much – WAIT! STOP IT! Wha — what are you doing?" Harry sputtered to a half-undresses Draco trying to struggle out of his voluminous robes. The boy paused and stared wide-eyed at Harry.

"My Harry takes these off before showering." he stated questioningly.

Harry gulped, "Yes, but let me leave first, 'k?"

"NO! MINE! Stay with Draco!"

Harry had already given up on explaining the ownership issue, but this was one he really wanted to make clear with Draco. For the sake of his own sanity, if nothing else. "No means NO!" Harry spun around to leave the showers. He barely managed a couple of steps before the floor came rushing up to meet him.

"Wha—"the Gryffindor blinked as he found himself pinned beneath a grinning, half-naked Draco, who then started bouncing up and down on the brunette's back. "My Harry! Stay! Play with me! Shower with me!" 

Harry's teeth were grating together, both because he could feel the bruise that was forming on his poor back, and because he could not see how he was getting out of his current position. Literally and figuratively.

"Urgh—Draco, get off me!"

"NO! MINE! Don't go! Stay here, shower with me!"

Harry really didn't want to agree to this, but a few more bounces and some sore ribs later, he gave in.

"Alright! Alright! I'll stay!! Now get off!" the minute the words left his mouth, he gasped as he realized that they could be taken the wrong way. "I mean, you're crushing me!!"

~Hey, aren't you the pervert. Thinking of THAT again?~

'NO! I—I just realized how it sounded after the words left my mouth."

~Oh, please, stop making excuses! It's so much on your mind that you blurted it out immediately. You know, come to think of it, Snape probably didn't equip him with XXX slang… bet he has no idea of any ulterior motives you were having……..~

Harry wanted to deny that, but it seemed as if Evil Voice was partially right, at least. He furiously tried to think of an appropriate retort that would not implicate himself further. By now, Draco had scrambled off the brunette, and had already finished undressing while keeping an eye on Harry to make sure that he didn't  try to run off again. However, when he remained immobile on the floor for a tad too long, Draco tried to be helpful, and started yanking off Harry's robes, startling the boy out of his reverie. "What the--?!? Stop, Draco! Stop it! What are you trying to do?" Harry yelped while frantically to keep the ends of his robes out of Draco's grasp.

"My Harry take these off when he showers, no?" The boy had no other answer to that, and seeing no other way to escape this, accept the inevitable.

"Fine, but I can do this myself, ok?" Turning around to protect his modesty ('and sanity', he privately added), a thought suddenly struck him. "And don't you ever go around stripping others! Or stripping yourself in front of others!!", he added. Somehow the thought of it was unbearable. 'Must be for my reputation. It would go down the drain if others know that I have a perverted ferret. They'll tease me to death about birds of a fea….err…..mammals of a fur flocking together.' By now, amidst all the muttering to himself, he had finished undressing, and shuffled over to join Draco at the adjoining shower head. Satisfied that Harry would be staying, the blonde was now fiddling with the knobs and playing with the spraying water. 'At least there's a good thing about Draco being in human form. He can bath all he wants, which isn't possible for a ferret without becoming too musky-smelling.' Harry thought as he remembered how the ferret loved his monthly baths, unconsciously turning to watch the frolicking boy under the shower.

~Look at all the wet, slick skin. You would love his baths too.~

'Shut up!' Harry blushed furiously as he realized he had been staring, and quickly averted his eyes. He busied himself soaping up, until the prickly feeling of eyes upon him made him look up. Sure enough, Draco was eyeing him "Wha—what??' Dimly, he thought that his vocabulary had narrowed incredibly in the past few minutes as he leapt back. The blonde just gave him a curious look and pointed at the bar of soap Harry was holding on to tightly. "Oh! Right…I told you to use this….there you go. I'm finished." Passing the soap over, Harry took care to angle his body away from Draco and keep his eyes above neck level as he stepped closer. The smaller boy just grabbed the soap and turned back to his shower head, but mere moments later, it slipped out of his hands. "Wow! It's….", searching for the right word, "slippery!"

The Gryffindor, who had heard Draco's exclamation, turned just in time to catch an eyeful of Draco's posterior as he bent over to pick the bar of soap up. Harry blinked as he was treated to a view of the most perfect ass he had ever seen in his life. (Mind you, not that he has seen THAT many or he goes around eyeing other's posteriors; it's just that one cannot avoid the sight of naked bodies after living in dormitories and using communal showers for 5 years.) Smooth, unmarked skin, wet and glistening twin globes – and hang on, what's this? – Harry stifled a moan as Draco bent further to catch hold of the errant soap bar, offering Harry a clear view of a dusky pink hole – Oh god! – and as his eyes wandered further south, a pair of finely-haired dangling balls and the tip of a slick cock.

Harry swallowed back the drool that was threatening to escape with some difficulty. Although later on, in hindsight, he realized that he should have looked away immediately, but for the moment, his brains, or rather, the sensible portion of his brains, had taken a vacation. Or more likely, fainted dead away. Conversely, the 'Evil Voice' was as active as it had ever been.

~Oh, yeah, look at the tight ass! Imagine how it would feel under you…~

With his mind in a daze, Harry drifted towards the unknowing Draco, unable to control his actions, drawn in by an unexplained force….    

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First I was distracted downloading, reading and translating manga, then I was so distressed at my horrible university postings that I went out and revamped my entire wardrobe with solid black. THEN, Order of the Phoenix came out and I spent the weekend reading it and – AHHH!!! Took me completely out of the mood for fluff!! Now I got a dozen Dark Harry plot bunnies, and plenty of angst in my head! Not to mention Evanescense gothic rock songs bouncing away in my cerebral hemisphere. URGH!!

P.S. Yes, and the only thing I can say I'm happy about is the fact that I'm writing an AU of sorts with this, so can we just assume the OoTP events didn't happen, Sirius is still alive and hiding somewhere, and Harry is not an angsty teenager ready to yell and curse into oblivion anyone who even gets near to treading on his toes? Yup. I'm trying very hard to not have Shortfuse!Harry intrude and possess my Innocent&Nice!Harry myself. So please don't tell me my Harry is OOC to the new Harry in OoTP. I KNOW. (Drat J.K. Rowling for making him so different, and for making it so entirely natural/plausible that I can't even rage against her. The book is really damn good. For what is supposed to be a children's novel, she sure makes things far from tea and roses.)