A Forbidden Love

by A. Smithee

            Disclaimer: Harry Potter resents being owned like a child's plaything or my handcuffs; nevertheless, he does belong to J.K. Rowling and AOL Time Warner.

            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, tough noogies for you.  This is a psychosexual story involving homosexual couples and that is that.

Chapter Eight

            The Great Hall looked fantastic.  There were candles everywhere and nothing had caught on fire … yet.  Students were milling about and enjoying the music.  For some unknown reason, there was a huge punch fountain in the middle of the room.  Lavender and Dean were making out in a dark corner, Hermione was stuffing her face with chips, and Harry and Ron were nowhere to be found.

            "Another glass, Greggy," Snape whispered silkily.

            "Certainly, Sev," Goyle said.  They were laying on a picnic blanket in the dungeon, holding hands.  Snape was wearing a French maid's costume and Goyle was in a lace slip.

            "You look so hot in pink," Snape whispered in Goyle's ear.  He leaned in and kissed Goyle passionately.  They collapsed in a heap of love.

            "Pansy, there is no freaking way that I'm wearing this!" Draco screamed from his bathroom.  They were already thirty minutes late for the Ball.

            "C'mon, Drakey-poo.  I'm sure it looks great.  You have a fabulous body," Pansy gushed from the other side of the door.

            "Yeah, but I usually like to leave most of it up to people's imaginations," Draco said sulkily.

            "Draco Malfoy, if you don't come out this instant, I'm going to the Ball with someone else!" Pansy shouted at him.  He opened the door and stepped out.

            "You look perfect," Pansy said softly. "Now let me just clip this leash on you –"

            "Hell no!  I didn't know that was part of the outfit!  I mean, the leather thong was weird enough," Draco said, backing away from her.

            "Drakey, I can't be a proper dominatrix without a guy on a leash in a thong."  She stuck out her bottom lip and pouted.

            "I better get something out of this," Draco muttered as she clipped the leash on him.

            "You will," Pansy said smugly.

            "Everything set, Ron?" Harry whispered from his hiding spot.

            "Let's see.  The room has been sound-proofed, the Great Hall entrance is locked, the guests are here, and the pudding is ready."

            "Excellent."  Harry grinned wickedly.

            What diabolic activities can Harry and Ron be up to?  What diabolic activities can Goyle, Snape, and Pansy be up to?!  More to come!  Hehe.