Disclaimer: I disclaim all ownership to any of the characters within this story.

AN: I was a bit slack in putting up this chapter, as in I skipped a few weeks…or maybe months (same thing), but hey, it's here, so just sit back, untwist your panties, and go with the flow.

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MADAME MALFOY

It had been a whole three days since Harry was last locked in the broom closet by Malfoy, and he needed to pee REALLY badly. Unfortunately, Harry had not been able to control his bladder and this resulted in a little accident. However, misfortune never strikes alone, because Filch discovered that he was locked inside when he came upon Mrs. Norris lapping up a large smelly puddle that appeared to have leaked from the closet. If it had been anyone else, except maybe Snape, Harry might have been able to cope, but the look of pure glee on Filch's face would haunt him forever.

Breakfast for Harry was uneventful because he didn't go. He thought that he would be able to avoid a torrential downpour of questions if he didn't have to confront the school en masse. He decided that since he'd missed a whole lot of class lately, then one more day couldn't hurt. So, he just decided to randomly wander the corridors outside bathrooms and people's common rooms in the hopes that he'd hear some juicy stuff.

As can be expected, Slytherin common room never fails to deliver. Draco's falsetto could once be heard penetrating the thick walls.

"Ok boys; how do I look? Come on, be honest!"

Harry glued his ear to the door to hear Goyle's remark.

"Oh Drakey baby, you look like the real thing!"

"What do you mean look? Honey, I am the real thing! Just wait till Harry sees me in this! He'll SCREEEEM!!!" At which point, Draco let out an ear-piercing scream, causing Harry to jump and forget that his ear was glued to the door.

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Harry came out of the infirmary with his ear bandaged and knocked Dobby out for making a comment about his resemblance to a house elf. When he got back to the common room, it was silent and he was quite surprised, but he forgot that tonight was "Astronomy Tower Night", which meant he wouldn't be getting any if he didn't go now, and just when he was bloody horny too! Oh well, the Restricted Section would suffice.

There was the glow of a dimmed lamp coming from the Restricted Section as well as a few muffled moans. A book of explicit Quidditch positions lay open in front of Harry as he jacked off under his invisibility cloak.

*Crack*

"AAAAAAAHH! Hey! That hurt!"

*Crack*

"Ouch! Cut it out! It really hurts! Who the fuck are you anyway?"

*Crack*

"Jeez Potter! I thought you were blind cos you were a nerd, should have figured, I mean, Granger doesn't wear glasses…frigid bitch."

"MALFOY?!!! WHAT THE FU…"

*Crack*

"WILL YOU JUST QUIT THAT? FOR…"

"Lower your voice Potter; wouldn't look too good if you were caught in the restricted section, by Filch, wanking to a Quidditch book."

"Like you can talk Malfoy; what would Daddy think about little Drakey walking around with a big nasty whip?"

"But Harry, I did this for YOU! I thought you were into this kind of thing!"

"Not when you start trying to flog the skin of my arse!"

"Oh…sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you…much."

Poor confused Draco giggled as his black vinyl bondage corset slipped a little.

"You need more tissues to hold that up."

Draco sniffled and pulled a tissue out of his corset.

"I know…it's just that everyone had diarrhoea, and well, Filch forgot to restock."

"So…"

"So?"

"Uh, what are you doing wandering around at this time of night?"

"I'm waiting for the smell to clear out of my cubicle."

"You lent your cubicle to someone?"

"What, how was I to know that there were chocolate laxative squares in the mousse? Thank god I'm allergic to that crap."

            "You retard! You actually let someone use your cubicle! That's like letting someone crap in your house! In your case, it'd be your bed. Dude you've got it hard. I mean, some people spend a week in the shithouse for messing up, but you practically live there!"

Draco said nothing and looked down at his hands while he turned his Madame Lash hat round and round.

Five minutes later…

"I like your boots…"

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AN: Yeah, I mean, who doesn't like Draco's boots? You must admit, as slutty as they look, Bondage boots really do look pretty damn funky! Anyway, just hit that review button right there and type any old crap in…or not.

Till we meet again…