Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter and everyone in it and anything to do with it, 1. I wouldn't be writing this disclaimer 2. So many fanfictions would be published in the real world. J. K. Rowling (almighty witch who is even more powerful than Voldemort [gasp!] and Dumbledore combined) owns these things.. And I still don't own Lupin's boxers..
Title: Who's Shagging Whom?
Warnings: What you are about to see may disturb you. Do not attempt to rub your eyes in the page you are about to read. What you are reading is REAL. It is written in plain and simple text. And yes, it is very, very perverted.
Summary: Draco Malfoy heard something through a door late at night in Hogwarts castle... A teacher and a student going at it! (scandal!) The problem is, he isn't able to tell anyone who it was. For every time he is about to reveal the secret, something pops up and interrupts him. Who knows if Malfoy will ever get to tell someone who it is? Slashy stuff!
Is someone out to get Draco? In more ways than one perhaps. And he still can't seem to form his thoughts properly. Lots of Draco torture though. (not THAT kind! though.. hm..)
"Don't move you lips so much then."
"Come on, please just take off you cloak for a bit, no ones going to bother you here."
"Oh yeah?"
Draco found himself back outside the door of the same classroom. He had intentions of going and finding that portrait again.. but at hearing the voices inside the room when he passed.. he got a little distracted. Malfoy had his back pressed against the wall by the door again, for some reason he couldn't leave, he wanted to hear what was happening. Even if the thought of the two did sicken him a bit.
"No--oh--yes!" It was the younger voice, the student.
"A little break?"
There was a short pause, and everything was quiet for a bit, except for the ragged breathing coming from the room. "That hurt, didn't it? You don't want me to do that again, do you?" No concern in the voice, it was husky with desire. He was taunting, teasing, his student. He knew he wanted it again, he knew he wanted more, so he gave it.
Whimpering, moaning, grunting. There weren't any more spoken words, at least none that really made sense, until a few minutes later.
"Could I have it again... more slowly?" Moaning, lots of it. Loud, heavy, passionate.
Not being able to stand it anymore, Malfoy dashed away, forgetting completely about Benitode Conweb and his plan to spread the news. A throbbing sensation in his lower regions told him he had to get out of there, unless he wanted to start making noise himself.
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The next morning, Draco arrived in the Great Hall for breakfast, following closely behind him were Crabbe and Goyle. He hadn't been able to shake them off this morning because he overslept. So this morning he was rather irritable, his goons seemed to know this so didn't talk much or ask why he had gone out again last night.
Only a few minutes after he sat down, did his gaze flicker over to the Gryffindor table. His eyes spotted Harry instantly, actually alone for once, he was eating a banana. And he was doing it at a slower pace than was normal. Knocking his head down on the table, Draco's mind sped back to the night before. He banged his head a few more times for good measure before looking up again, a red mark on his forehead. Some other Slytherins were staring at him oddly, but most didn't even notice. Malfoy was usually doing something strange at breakfast, so why should today be any different?
Unfortunately, today was a lot different. Either it was just his mind playing tricks (dirty, perverted, groin lurching tricks), or someone was really enjoying watching him squirm.
All that day, someone was always saying or doing something that had a second meaning. In charms, Professor Flitwick had dropped his wand, and commented in his squeaky voice: "Whoops! My wand is a little overexcited!" And he swore that he gave someone in the class a wink. It made him shudder at the thought.
By dinner time, he had left class three times to make urgent trips to the bathroom. The only thing that lifted his spirits was that Crabbe and Goyle had to stay after for Professor McGonagall; they had laughed a little too loudly when she said that Neville's mouse, which he was supposed to turn into a live mini-unicorn had too many horns, that it was too horny.
But that was about the only good thing that happened so far. When the dessert appeared on the tables, Draco had forgotten about the past two night's events, though when he looked up at the teacher's table, he was horribly reminded. Snape had chosen strawberry ice-cream for his dessert, and was sucking and licking the end of the spoon, savoring the taste of the sweet icy treat.
And again, he banged his head down on the table as the thoughts of the whole day came back to him, narrowly missing the treacle on his plate. Excusing himself early from the circle of friend's around him he calmly walked out of the Hall. Then rushed to a bathroom, all the while making a plan for tonight.
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Author's Note: I support naked Quidditch. Also, if any of the things they were saying in the beginning sound familiar, it's because I took them from the book. Funny how perverted J. K. Rowling can be, even if she doesn't know it.
Title: Who's Shagging Whom?
Warnings: What you are about to see may disturb you. Do not attempt to rub your eyes in the page you are about to read. What you are reading is REAL. It is written in plain and simple text. And yes, it is very, very perverted.
Summary: Draco Malfoy heard something through a door late at night in Hogwarts castle... A teacher and a student going at it! (scandal!) The problem is, he isn't able to tell anyone who it was. For every time he is about to reveal the secret, something pops up and interrupts him. Who knows if Malfoy will ever get to tell someone who it is? Slashy stuff!
Is someone out to get Draco? In more ways than one perhaps. And he still can't seem to form his thoughts properly. Lots of Draco torture though. (not THAT kind! though.. hm..)
"Don't move you lips so much then."
"Come on, please just take off you cloak for a bit, no ones going to bother you here."
"Oh yeah?"
Draco found himself back outside the door of the same classroom. He had intentions of going and finding that portrait again.. but at hearing the voices inside the room when he passed.. he got a little distracted. Malfoy had his back pressed against the wall by the door again, for some reason he couldn't leave, he wanted to hear what was happening. Even if the thought of the two did sicken him a bit.
"No--oh--yes!" It was the younger voice, the student.
"A little break?"
There was a short pause, and everything was quiet for a bit, except for the ragged breathing coming from the room. "That hurt, didn't it? You don't want me to do that again, do you?" No concern in the voice, it was husky with desire. He was taunting, teasing, his student. He knew he wanted it again, he knew he wanted more, so he gave it.
Whimpering, moaning, grunting. There weren't any more spoken words, at least none that really made sense, until a few minutes later.
"Could I have it again... more slowly?" Moaning, lots of it. Loud, heavy, passionate.
Not being able to stand it anymore, Malfoy dashed away, forgetting completely about Benitode Conweb and his plan to spread the news. A throbbing sensation in his lower regions told him he had to get out of there, unless he wanted to start making noise himself.
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The next morning, Draco arrived in the Great Hall for breakfast, following closely behind him were Crabbe and Goyle. He hadn't been able to shake them off this morning because he overslept. So this morning he was rather irritable, his goons seemed to know this so didn't talk much or ask why he had gone out again last night.
Only a few minutes after he sat down, did his gaze flicker over to the Gryffindor table. His eyes spotted Harry instantly, actually alone for once, he was eating a banana. And he was doing it at a slower pace than was normal. Knocking his head down on the table, Draco's mind sped back to the night before. He banged his head a few more times for good measure before looking up again, a red mark on his forehead. Some other Slytherins were staring at him oddly, but most didn't even notice. Malfoy was usually doing something strange at breakfast, so why should today be any different?
Unfortunately, today was a lot different. Either it was just his mind playing tricks (dirty, perverted, groin lurching tricks), or someone was really enjoying watching him squirm.
All that day, someone was always saying or doing something that had a second meaning. In charms, Professor Flitwick had dropped his wand, and commented in his squeaky voice: "Whoops! My wand is a little overexcited!" And he swore that he gave someone in the class a wink. It made him shudder at the thought.
By dinner time, he had left class three times to make urgent trips to the bathroom. The only thing that lifted his spirits was that Crabbe and Goyle had to stay after for Professor McGonagall; they had laughed a little too loudly when she said that Neville's mouse, which he was supposed to turn into a live mini-unicorn had too many horns, that it was too horny.
But that was about the only good thing that happened so far. When the dessert appeared on the tables, Draco had forgotten about the past two night's events, though when he looked up at the teacher's table, he was horribly reminded. Snape had chosen strawberry ice-cream for his dessert, and was sucking and licking the end of the spoon, savoring the taste of the sweet icy treat.
And again, he banged his head down on the table as the thoughts of the whole day came back to him, narrowly missing the treacle on his plate. Excusing himself early from the circle of friend's around him he calmly walked out of the Hall. Then rushed to a bathroom, all the while making a plan for tonight.
.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.: .:.:.:.:.:.:.:.
Author's Note: I support naked Quidditch. Also, if any of the things they were saying in the beginning sound familiar, it's because I took them from the book. Funny how perverted J. K. Rowling can be, even if she doesn't know it.