AUTHOR's NOTES: Sorry that it has taken me a little over 3 months to update this story… I got kinda distracted… But I'm back now…
Enjoy.
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CHAPTER SIX – Part A: OH GODS!! DON'T STOP!!
Harry drew his invisibility cloak around his shoulders and began to descend the staircase leading to the Great Hall. With every step he took, his pulse beat faster and faster, He couldn't believe he was actually doing this… It wasn't too late… he could still turn around, he could still pretend he thought the whole thing was a joke. After all, that was how this whole mess originally began anyway.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. His mind was racing in so many different directions. He was excited and nervous; he was afraid and hesitant, almost panicking in anticipation. He had to focus! He had to breathe!
By the time Harry reached the bottom of the staircase, he was almost hyperventilating. He took a moment to try to gather his wits as he walked through the massive archway leading into the great hall. He suddenly realized how abnormally quiet the halls seemed. He guessed that it had something to do with the fact that when he was normally in this room it was also occupied by a hundred or so other students. Although he had also been here by himself many times in the middle of the night, he had always just been passing through on the way to another location, and he always had his mind focused on whatever endeavor had caused the voyage. This time was different. This time he didn't know what to expect. And above all else, this time he was nervous.
His eyes surveyed the dark room, finding it difficult to see anything since the only source of light was the illumination provided by the stars from the bewitched ceiling high above, which gave the room an almost eerie quality, as if nothing was real, only a shadow of the world he knew.
He didn't see Malfoy, but then again, he probably was a few minutes early. He had a tendency to be overly punctual when he was nervous. It was an obsessive trait that had developed in his childhood, since the Dursleys were a lazy bunch and prone to tardiness.
He decided to take a seat at the end of the Gryffindor table and await Malfoy's arrival. He looked up at the ceiling at the stars twinkling above, hoping the tranquility might calm his nerves. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled as he relaxed his eyes and took in the entire night sky above. So many stars, so far away, so many patterns, so many shapes, and the moon was so bright. A shooting star crossed and disappeared from view as it passed the edge of the ceiling and could not continue onto the un-bewitched wall.
Harry eventually grew tired of the stars, and allowed his gaze to drift elsewhere. He peered down the long tables towards the staff table at the opposite end of the room and thought of Dumbledore. He could almost see the old man sitting there in that large chair. He wondered what Dumbledore would say if he were here right now. Would the Headmaster have any words of encouragement for him at this particular time? He laughed to himself. As if getting tips from Hermione wasn't awkward enough…
He glanced nervously towards the corridor leading towards the Slytherin dungeons and wondered where Malfoy was. Maybe this was all some kind of cruel joke after all. Maybe Malfoy had never even planned to show up. Maybe he had just wanted Harry to wander around the school in the middle of the night in a leather thong and collar and get caught by Filch.
Harry shrugged off the thought. That couldn't be the way this strange ordeal would end. Although he wouldn't put it past the Slytherin to do something like that, he did think it would be rather risky to send a collar with the Malfoy name inscribed on it if he wasn't serious. What would stop Harry from showing the collar to everyone and creating some elaborate story to humiliate him? This had to be real. Malfoy had to be coming. But what could be keeping him?
Harry decided to go and look down the hallway leading to the Slytherin dungeons so that he would see Malfoy as he arrived. Since he was safely under his invisibility cloak, he would be able to judge the expression on Malfoy's face as he approached, and decide what to do from there.
He got up and crossed the floor, being careful to keep his footsteps as quiet as possible just in case there were any teachers out patrolling. He suddenly wished he had brought the Marauder's Map with him, but he had completely forgotten it in his haste. He had almost reached the hallway when he bumped into something and fell back on his arse with a thud. He was surprised to hear whatever it was he had run into grunt followed by a similar thudding noise.
He looked in front of him, but there was nothing there.
"Hello?" he said cautiously
"Who's there?" said another voice, cracking slightly
"Malfoy? Is that you?"
"Potter?"
Harry saw a disembodied head appear a couple of feet in front of him, and could tell instantly that it was in fact Malfoy by the blonde hair that shown silver in the pale moonlight. Harry uncovered his head as well and stared back at the boy.
"You have an invisibility cloak?" Draco scoffed in disbelief.
"Yes… it was a gift"
"Who gave you an invisibility cloak??"
"Well… it's kind of a long story. It was a gift from my-"
"Never mind," said Draco, cutting him off "I'm not really that interested, come with me."
Draco's head disappeared again and after a moment Harry heard the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther away. He quickly got up and chased after the footsteps leading him blindly into the Slytherin dungeons. Harry quickly realized that he had no idea where he was and he could barely hear Draco's footsteps over the pounding of his heartbeat.
"Um… Malfoy. I can't see you."
He heard Malfoy chuckle a few feet in front of him. "Well, you're certainly eager aren't you? I wouldn't get too upset Potter, you'll be seeing plenty of me soon…"
Harry was suddenly glad that it was too dark for Malfoy to see his face as he felt his cheeks flush from embarrassment.
"No… that's not… what I mean…"
"I know what you meant"
Harry suddenly saw a disembodied hand appear in front of him. He wiped the sweat off his palm before hesitantly reaching out from under the robe and placing his hand gently into the invisible Slytherin's. He felt Draco's hand tighten around his own as he felt himself being dragged forward through the dark corridors. They walked for what seemed like an eternity to Harry whose heart was pounding louder and louder in his ears with every footstep. He was tempted to try to strike up a conversation to help ease his nerves, but he didn't know what to say.
They finally stopped in front of a large painting of Dionysus, the Greek God of Wine, who was surrounded by several scantily clad worshippers.
"Bacchus!" barked Draco.
Harry jumped slightly as the sudden noise sliced through the silence of the dark corridors. The portrait slowly creaked open to reveal a staircase leading deeper into the depths of the Slytherin dungeons.
"Watch your step. I wouldn't want to spoil my fun by having to rush you to the infirmary" said the Slytherin icily.
After being dragged down the long flight of steps, Harry felt the Slytherin's hand detach from his own and he found himself in a large room, lit only slightly by a few torches at opposite sides of the room. As Harry peered into the darkness, he could barely make out some chains hanging from the ceiling and shackles mounted on the stone walls. He couldn't help but wonder why a room like this would exist in a school. Maybe this was one of the rooms that they used to discipline students in, like Filch was always talking about?
He felt a shiver creep up his spine as he realized there was no turning back now. He was here. This was real.
"Take off your cloak"
The sound echoed off the walls in the vast room. Harry looked around to find the origin of the voice. He knew that Draco was here somewhere, but he was still underneath his invisibility cloak and the fact that Harry didn't know where he was unnerved him slightly.
"Well, what are you waiting for? I said Take off your cloak!" said the Slytherin again, firmer this time.
Harry obediently unfastened the cord around his neck and let his invisibility cloak fall to the floor, suddenly feeling very vulnerable and alone…
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AUTHOR's NOTES:
Ok, so right now, you are probably wondering where the aforementioned "Hot Sweaty Man Sex" is? – I promised that the Hot Sweaty Man Sex would be in this chapter… and it is… it's in the second part of this chapter, which I haven't finished yet. – This chapter was getting kinda long (it was already at 15 pages) so I decided to split it in half – so I didn't really break my promise this time… *grin*
The second half of this chapter will be finished and posted very soon.
Enjoy.
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CHAPTER SIX – Part A: OH GODS!! DON'T STOP!!
Harry drew his invisibility cloak around his shoulders and began to descend the staircase leading to the Great Hall. With every step he took, his pulse beat faster and faster, He couldn't believe he was actually doing this… It wasn't too late… he could still turn around, he could still pretend he thought the whole thing was a joke. After all, that was how this whole mess originally began anyway.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. His mind was racing in so many different directions. He was excited and nervous; he was afraid and hesitant, almost panicking in anticipation. He had to focus! He had to breathe!
By the time Harry reached the bottom of the staircase, he was almost hyperventilating. He took a moment to try to gather his wits as he walked through the massive archway leading into the great hall. He suddenly realized how abnormally quiet the halls seemed. He guessed that it had something to do with the fact that when he was normally in this room it was also occupied by a hundred or so other students. Although he had also been here by himself many times in the middle of the night, he had always just been passing through on the way to another location, and he always had his mind focused on whatever endeavor had caused the voyage. This time was different. This time he didn't know what to expect. And above all else, this time he was nervous.
His eyes surveyed the dark room, finding it difficult to see anything since the only source of light was the illumination provided by the stars from the bewitched ceiling high above, which gave the room an almost eerie quality, as if nothing was real, only a shadow of the world he knew.
He didn't see Malfoy, but then again, he probably was a few minutes early. He had a tendency to be overly punctual when he was nervous. It was an obsessive trait that had developed in his childhood, since the Dursleys were a lazy bunch and prone to tardiness.
He decided to take a seat at the end of the Gryffindor table and await Malfoy's arrival. He looked up at the ceiling at the stars twinkling above, hoping the tranquility might calm his nerves. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled as he relaxed his eyes and took in the entire night sky above. So many stars, so far away, so many patterns, so many shapes, and the moon was so bright. A shooting star crossed and disappeared from view as it passed the edge of the ceiling and could not continue onto the un-bewitched wall.
Harry eventually grew tired of the stars, and allowed his gaze to drift elsewhere. He peered down the long tables towards the staff table at the opposite end of the room and thought of Dumbledore. He could almost see the old man sitting there in that large chair. He wondered what Dumbledore would say if he were here right now. Would the Headmaster have any words of encouragement for him at this particular time? He laughed to himself. As if getting tips from Hermione wasn't awkward enough…
He glanced nervously towards the corridor leading towards the Slytherin dungeons and wondered where Malfoy was. Maybe this was all some kind of cruel joke after all. Maybe Malfoy had never even planned to show up. Maybe he had just wanted Harry to wander around the school in the middle of the night in a leather thong and collar and get caught by Filch.
Harry shrugged off the thought. That couldn't be the way this strange ordeal would end. Although he wouldn't put it past the Slytherin to do something like that, he did think it would be rather risky to send a collar with the Malfoy name inscribed on it if he wasn't serious. What would stop Harry from showing the collar to everyone and creating some elaborate story to humiliate him? This had to be real. Malfoy had to be coming. But what could be keeping him?
Harry decided to go and look down the hallway leading to the Slytherin dungeons so that he would see Malfoy as he arrived. Since he was safely under his invisibility cloak, he would be able to judge the expression on Malfoy's face as he approached, and decide what to do from there.
He got up and crossed the floor, being careful to keep his footsteps as quiet as possible just in case there were any teachers out patrolling. He suddenly wished he had brought the Marauder's Map with him, but he had completely forgotten it in his haste. He had almost reached the hallway when he bumped into something and fell back on his arse with a thud. He was surprised to hear whatever it was he had run into grunt followed by a similar thudding noise.
He looked in front of him, but there was nothing there.
"Hello?" he said cautiously
"Who's there?" said another voice, cracking slightly
"Malfoy? Is that you?"
"Potter?"
Harry saw a disembodied head appear a couple of feet in front of him, and could tell instantly that it was in fact Malfoy by the blonde hair that shown silver in the pale moonlight. Harry uncovered his head as well and stared back at the boy.
"You have an invisibility cloak?" Draco scoffed in disbelief.
"Yes… it was a gift"
"Who gave you an invisibility cloak??"
"Well… it's kind of a long story. It was a gift from my-"
"Never mind," said Draco, cutting him off "I'm not really that interested, come with me."
Draco's head disappeared again and after a moment Harry heard the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther away. He quickly got up and chased after the footsteps leading him blindly into the Slytherin dungeons. Harry quickly realized that he had no idea where he was and he could barely hear Draco's footsteps over the pounding of his heartbeat.
"Um… Malfoy. I can't see you."
He heard Malfoy chuckle a few feet in front of him. "Well, you're certainly eager aren't you? I wouldn't get too upset Potter, you'll be seeing plenty of me soon…"
Harry was suddenly glad that it was too dark for Malfoy to see his face as he felt his cheeks flush from embarrassment.
"No… that's not… what I mean…"
"I know what you meant"
Harry suddenly saw a disembodied hand appear in front of him. He wiped the sweat off his palm before hesitantly reaching out from under the robe and placing his hand gently into the invisible Slytherin's. He felt Draco's hand tighten around his own as he felt himself being dragged forward through the dark corridors. They walked for what seemed like an eternity to Harry whose heart was pounding louder and louder in his ears with every footstep. He was tempted to try to strike up a conversation to help ease his nerves, but he didn't know what to say.
They finally stopped in front of a large painting of Dionysus, the Greek God of Wine, who was surrounded by several scantily clad worshippers.
"Bacchus!" barked Draco.
Harry jumped slightly as the sudden noise sliced through the silence of the dark corridors. The portrait slowly creaked open to reveal a staircase leading deeper into the depths of the Slytherin dungeons.
"Watch your step. I wouldn't want to spoil my fun by having to rush you to the infirmary" said the Slytherin icily.
After being dragged down the long flight of steps, Harry felt the Slytherin's hand detach from his own and he found himself in a large room, lit only slightly by a few torches at opposite sides of the room. As Harry peered into the darkness, he could barely make out some chains hanging from the ceiling and shackles mounted on the stone walls. He couldn't help but wonder why a room like this would exist in a school. Maybe this was one of the rooms that they used to discipline students in, like Filch was always talking about?
He felt a shiver creep up his spine as he realized there was no turning back now. He was here. This was real.
"Take off your cloak"
The sound echoed off the walls in the vast room. Harry looked around to find the origin of the voice. He knew that Draco was here somewhere, but he was still underneath his invisibility cloak and the fact that Harry didn't know where he was unnerved him slightly.
"Well, what are you waiting for? I said Take off your cloak!" said the Slytherin again, firmer this time.
Harry obediently unfastened the cord around his neck and let his invisibility cloak fall to the floor, suddenly feeling very vulnerable and alone…
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AUTHOR's NOTES:
Ok, so right now, you are probably wondering where the aforementioned "Hot Sweaty Man Sex" is? – I promised that the Hot Sweaty Man Sex would be in this chapter… and it is… it's in the second part of this chapter, which I haven't finished yet. – This chapter was getting kinda long (it was already at 15 pages) so I decided to split it in half – so I didn't really break my promise this time… *grin*
The second half of this chapter will be finished and posted very soon.