A Forbidden Love

by A. Smithee

            Disclaimer: You know what?  I DO own Harry Potter.  I stole him from J.K. Rowling and AOL Time Warner, and now he's in the basement of my house.  Handcuffed.

            Author's note: This is a story composed of many e-mails, which is why it may sound choppy.  This is also a PWP with slash.  If you don't like slash, go away.  Please.

Chapter Three

            Draco was slowly trudging back to his room when he suddenly sprinted back towards the Gryffindor common room.  He stepped into Harry's room and smiled.  "Harry, please forgive me."

            The next morning:

            Professor McGonagall skipped up to the boys' dormitories at six in the morning.  She loved surprise inspections.  She opened the door and stepped inside.  Everything seems to be in order, she thought.

            "Ron, get off my chest.  I can't breathe," said a tired voice coming from Harry's bed.

            "Where are my pants?"

            "HARRY!  You're wearing my THONG!" cried a familiar voice.

            "Hermione!  What are you doing in Harry's bed?!" McGonagall shouted as she ripped back the curtains.  She was met with the sight of fourteen half-naked students.

            "OH MY GOD!" she screamed, stumbling backwards.

            "Harry, Ron, Hermione – I thought you had better sense, Fred, George, Parvati, Lavender, Draco, you – I don't know your name, but you're a Slytherin Chaser, Neville –"

            "NEVILLE!  HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?!" everyone in the bed shouted.  Neville looked sad and walked away.

            "Let me continue," McGonagall shouted back at them.  "Pansy, Dean, Ginny … WOOD!  You already GRADUATED!"

            "Yeah, I know," he said sadly as Ginny drooled on his chest.

            "Detention for everyone here!" McGonagall yelled.

            "But Professor, I don't go here any–"

            "I DON'T CARE, WOOD!" she shouted, her face turning purple.  She turned around abruptly and and walked back out the door.  They could hear her muttering, "They sure make the beds bigger than in my day."

            Meanwhile, in the dungeon:

               Goyle had just woken up and decided to visit Snape.  Last night he had wisely decided not to sleep with him.  It was just too soon.  Goyle crept quietly into the Potions classroom, expecting to see Snape grading papers.  It was empty, so he decided to poke through Snape's desk.  Inside one of the drawers, he found a silky black bra.

            A bad cliffhanger, but a cliffhanger nonetheless.  More to come!  Hehe …