Chapter 11

The Morning After

BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!

"Five more minutes…" Draco muttered as he tried to shut off Harry's rather annoying alarm clock. His arm was stopped short as he the handcuffs stopped him from moving much. He looked up at the handcuffs, sighed heavily and muttered, "Oh yeah… I forgot."

"Forgot what?" Harry questioned as he picked his head up from Draco's bare chest.

"The handcuffs." Draco said as he motioned to them.

Harry giggled as he replied, "Oh right…" He grinned evilly as he said, "Well, we can't have you going to class in pink and fuzzy and zebra-striped handcuffs can we?"

"Well people will notice, hun."

Harry raised an eyebrow and said, "Would that be problem if people found out?"

"Harry think reasonable. What would people think if they really found out?"

"Grant it I'm sure some wouldn't like it…but forget them Draco as long as we're happy that should be all that matters."

"And my father?"

"Fuck your father Draco. What the hell has your father ever done for you?" Harry yelled as he jumped off the bed.

"Forget it Harry we aren't going to tell anyone."

"I don't think we have to tell anyone because it seems Fred'n'George already know."

"Did you tell?"

"You know there is no talking to you when you're being a bitch. I'm going now I'll see you later."

"Wait! I'm still handcuffed to the bed."

"Well now that's your problem." Harry said as he walked away from Draco and out the door.

"Shit…" Draco said as he banged his head of the baseboard of the bed.

Harry was in a rather bad mood when he made his way to breakfast. Ron and Hermione where sitting at the breakfast table struggling for dominance through their kiss. Harry growled rather loudly as they turned to face him, red faced. "Not now, I think I'm going to be sick." He wedged himself between the loving couple.

"Morning Harry." Hermione said, rather sweetly as she watched him put his head down on the table.

"Where's Malfoy?" Ron asked, as he was visibly annoyed with Harry for interrupting his snogging session.

"He's feeling a bit under the weather." Harry muttered without looking at either one of them.

"Why what's wrong with him?" Hermione asked as the breakfast table filled with food.

Ron poured himself a goblet of pumpkin juice and began to drink it. "He's handcuffed to the bed. Don't ask, I don't want to talk about it."

Ron spit his juice back into his goblet. "What!?!"

Harry looked up at him and curled his upper lip, "It's not my fault, blame your idiot brothers."

Fred'n'George made their way over to the table, hearing this Fred asked, "What did we do?"

"Yeah… We haven't blown anything up in ten hours." George questioned.

"Well…. There was that small explosion…" Fred added.

"Hey!!! It wasn't that small… I think it was rather big. And I should know! I have the same kind!"

Ron rubbed his temples as he said, "Now I am so lost that Neville is looking for me."

Fred patted Ron on the shoulder and smiled. "It's okay Ronniekins. Everything will be okay."

"Anyway…" George replied. "What's going on?"

Hermione had an arm around Harry, who had gone back to putting his head on the table. "Well, Draco is apparently handcuffed to the bed. And if someone doesn't get him soon, he'll be late for class. And how would that look for Gryffindor, if we allowed our guest to be late for class?"

"Shut up Hermione!" Fred'n'George said at the same time. Her faced flushed as she gave Ron a 'say something to them' look.

Ron, who was snickering, tried to keep a straight face as he replied, "Fred'n'George, be nice to my girlfriend."

"All right…" George said as he rolled his eyes.

"Uh hem… We have to go take care of something." Fred smiled as he grabbed a hold of George.

"Use a condom. We don't want more of you two running around!" Ron yelled as they ran out.

"Same goes for you little brother!" they yelled as they left the Great Hall.