Disclaimer: Don't own anything really. Wish I did. Wish I had Lupin's boxers. I did for a while. But Sirius made me give them back. J. K. Rowling owns all these sexy people. Anywho, if these things belonged to me, the Harry Potter movies would be veeery different! Oh yes they would be.
Title: Who's Shagging Whom?
Warnings:
Summary: Draco heard two people, who he knows very well, having some "fun" in an empty classroom two nights in a row. Now he has thought of a plan to catch them.. but in a fun way of course. ((What kind of fanfiction would this be if it was just a 'burst in and catch them in the act' plan?)) But will his plan succeed?
Much later that night, a half-naked Draco Malfoy sat in the "un-used" classroom on the corner of a desk. The air in here smelled like.. sex... and lots of it. Meaning those two nights most definitely was not the first time. That thought brought a small grin to his lips as he lay back onto the desk, his hands behind his head.
A cool breeze from somewhere in the room passed over the lightly defined muscles on his chest that he had gotten from Quidditch. The sudden breeze made him shiver, he sat up and wondered if he should put his pajama shirt back on, it was laying on the floor a couple desks away. But then remembering his plan, he smirked and lay back down, waiting rather impatiently for the two to show up tonight.
Draco's eyes bulged half way out of his head, and he jumped off the desk, his bare feet sliding on the cold floor as he turned around. Hovering right about where he was just laying was one of the Hogwart's ghost. But not just any ghost. It was.. Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor's house ghost.
"What are you doing here, out of bed this late at night. Just because you are a Slytherin, doesn't mean you can frolic around the castle whenever you please!" He seemed agitated about something, and he kept looking around the room like he was waiting.
"What do you care? You're just the Gryffindor ghost." Malfoy was displeased that this ghost snuck up on him, and at what a time too! They could be walking in the door any second now.
"That's just it. I'm looking to retrieve a Gryffindor who is out of bed."
"Oh really? It so happens I am doing the same.. more or less. Who are you looking for?"
"I'm not sure. But I know that he is around here somewhere and has been coming here quite often."
Malfoy was about to tell him who exactly he was looking for, and what he was doing out this late every night when a cheery voice was heard from the wall.
" 'Ey there, Nicky! Oh! You're here too?" It was Benitode Conweb, sitting on a rock by a forest. "Tha' reminds me.." He gave Draco a piercing look, "Who are those two blokes you were talkin' abou' last night?"
Draco smiled, glad that he was still interested. And that he would be able to tell a ghost as well.. as long as they didn't tell anyone how they found out.
"Well.. Professor--" A loud thumping was heard outside the door, like someone banging the wall repeatedly. Slowly, the blonde walked to the door, turning the knob silently and opened the door, which unfortunately creaked loudly, and he peeked his head out.
Two black cloaks swished around the corner and you could hear two sets of footsteps running away down the hall. Quickly to running feet faded, and Draco cursed himself for letting the door creak.
Figuring now that they knew he was there, they wouldn't be coming back tonight. And probably not for a few nights either. Shame really...
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The next day, Malfoy was really starting to get annoyed. He had to tell someone.. but not just anyone. Someone who wouldn't take him knowing the wrong way. He pondered this on his way to Potions, down in the dungeons. His thoughts though were soon interrupted by a laughing emerald eyed Gryffindor.
"Haha! Hey, Malfoy. You've got something on that ass of yours."
"Fascinated? Bet you like it. Why don't you get a good look, Potter, it may be the last thing you see."
"Can't say I wouldn't mind that." Harry left quickly, still laughing a bit behind his hand and looking back once over his shoulder to look at him before laughing again.
Carefully, so as not to be seen, Draco reached behind him and pulled off whatever was on his butt. As soon as he what it was he lit it on fire with his wand and stomped on the ashes. Potter had something coming to him now, he would get back at him. How dare he put a large penis sticker on his precious butt?!
He was still trying to think of a good way to get back at Potter as he sat down in his usual spot in the Potions' room. The voice of Severus Snape pierced his sadistic thoughts as his Potions' Professor came into the room, his robes billowing out behind him angrily.
"Today," Professor Snape said in his usual snide tone of voice, "We will be pairing up into groups of two to make a more complicated potion than what you are used to. And no, Potter, you will not be paired with Weasley. I have chosen your partners for today myself."
Everyone in the class groaned, except Malfoy. He was hopping to be paired with "Golden-boy Potter" so he could get back at him. Yes, he was very annoyed at that little stunt he pulled. Gods only knew how long it was there for!
Professor Snape began calling of names and ordering the students to desks. As he neared the end of his list, he looked up and smiled his sly, snake-like smile. "Ah yes, Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy. You two shall be paired together this class."
Harry groaned at the thought of being paired with Malfoy, but Draco was quite content with the match-up. Though he didn't let it show on his face as Potter came trudging over to his cauldron.
"You will find the list of ingredients you will need on the board along with directions. I hope there won't be any.. trouble." At this last word, Snape gave a menacing glare to Longbottom, who in returned gave a small whimper of fear.
As Harry got closer, Draco sneered, "Potter, go get the ingredients. You can do that without screwing up, can't you?"
Scowling, Potter went to fetch the ingredients while Draco looked at the board to see what they were making.
"An Enlargement Potion.? This will be entertaining.." Malfoy was muttering to himself as Harry came back with the need things to make the potion.
As the class was nearing it's end, a loud wail sounded though the dungeon from the other side of the room. Neville, it seems, had spilled some of the potion, which was strangely made correctly, onto his foot which swelled to twice it's normal size. While everyone was crowding around him, Draco smirked and leaned into Potter.
"I'm sure you would like some of this potion for some.. other parts, Potter. And trust me, we all know you do."
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AN: REVIEW! Reviews make me type faster. Reviews give me perverted ideas. Reviews are the special spell to see Draco naked! You all know Draco naked is sexy. So get to reviewing!!! -bashes you all on head with broomsticks-
AN2: In the last chapter, I saw that I said the title was 'Who Shagged Whom?' sure, not a big deal... Unless you're a perfectionist. So.. I CANNOT KEEP CONTROL OF MY BRAIN! And I wrote this chapter at about 3-4am. (can't really remember) So any strange mistakes... Ignore them?
Title: Who's Shagging Whom?
Warnings:
Summary: Draco heard two people, who he knows very well, having some "fun" in an empty classroom two nights in a row. Now he has thought of a plan to catch them.. but in a fun way of course. ((What kind of fanfiction would this be if it was just a 'burst in and catch them in the act' plan?)) But will his plan succeed?
Much later that night, a half-naked Draco Malfoy sat in the "un-used" classroom on the corner of a desk. The air in here smelled like.. sex... and lots of it. Meaning those two nights most definitely was not the first time. That thought brought a small grin to his lips as he lay back onto the desk, his hands behind his head.
A cool breeze from somewhere in the room passed over the lightly defined muscles on his chest that he had gotten from Quidditch. The sudden breeze made him shiver, he sat up and wondered if he should put his pajama shirt back on, it was laying on the floor a couple desks away. But then remembering his plan, he smirked and lay back down, waiting rather impatiently for the two to show up tonight.
Draco's eyes bulged half way out of his head, and he jumped off the desk, his bare feet sliding on the cold floor as he turned around. Hovering right about where he was just laying was one of the Hogwart's ghost. But not just any ghost. It was.. Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor's house ghost.
"What are you doing here, out of bed this late at night. Just because you are a Slytherin, doesn't mean you can frolic around the castle whenever you please!" He seemed agitated about something, and he kept looking around the room like he was waiting.
"What do you care? You're just the Gryffindor ghost." Malfoy was displeased that this ghost snuck up on him, and at what a time too! They could be walking in the door any second now.
"That's just it. I'm looking to retrieve a Gryffindor who is out of bed."
"Oh really? It so happens I am doing the same.. more or less. Who are you looking for?"
"I'm not sure. But I know that he is around here somewhere and has been coming here quite often."
Malfoy was about to tell him who exactly he was looking for, and what he was doing out this late every night when a cheery voice was heard from the wall.
" 'Ey there, Nicky! Oh! You're here too?" It was Benitode Conweb, sitting on a rock by a forest. "Tha' reminds me.." He gave Draco a piercing look, "Who are those two blokes you were talkin' abou' last night?"
Draco smiled, glad that he was still interested. And that he would be able to tell a ghost as well.. as long as they didn't tell anyone how they found out.
"Well.. Professor--" A loud thumping was heard outside the door, like someone banging the wall repeatedly. Slowly, the blonde walked to the door, turning the knob silently and opened the door, which unfortunately creaked loudly, and he peeked his head out.
Two black cloaks swished around the corner and you could hear two sets of footsteps running away down the hall. Quickly to running feet faded, and Draco cursed himself for letting the door creak.
Figuring now that they knew he was there, they wouldn't be coming back tonight. And probably not for a few nights either. Shame really...
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The next day, Malfoy was really starting to get annoyed. He had to tell someone.. but not just anyone. Someone who wouldn't take him knowing the wrong way. He pondered this on his way to Potions, down in the dungeons. His thoughts though were soon interrupted by a laughing emerald eyed Gryffindor.
"Haha! Hey, Malfoy. You've got something on that ass of yours."
"Fascinated? Bet you like it. Why don't you get a good look, Potter, it may be the last thing you see."
"Can't say I wouldn't mind that." Harry left quickly, still laughing a bit behind his hand and looking back once over his shoulder to look at him before laughing again.
Carefully, so as not to be seen, Draco reached behind him and pulled off whatever was on his butt. As soon as he what it was he lit it on fire with his wand and stomped on the ashes. Potter had something coming to him now, he would get back at him. How dare he put a large penis sticker on his precious butt?!
He was still trying to think of a good way to get back at Potter as he sat down in his usual spot in the Potions' room. The voice of Severus Snape pierced his sadistic thoughts as his Potions' Professor came into the room, his robes billowing out behind him angrily.
"Today," Professor Snape said in his usual snide tone of voice, "We will be pairing up into groups of two to make a more complicated potion than what you are used to. And no, Potter, you will not be paired with Weasley. I have chosen your partners for today myself."
Everyone in the class groaned, except Malfoy. He was hopping to be paired with "Golden-boy Potter" so he could get back at him. Yes, he was very annoyed at that little stunt he pulled. Gods only knew how long it was there for!
Professor Snape began calling of names and ordering the students to desks. As he neared the end of his list, he looked up and smiled his sly, snake-like smile. "Ah yes, Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy. You two shall be paired together this class."
Harry groaned at the thought of being paired with Malfoy, but Draco was quite content with the match-up. Though he didn't let it show on his face as Potter came trudging over to his cauldron.
"You will find the list of ingredients you will need on the board along with directions. I hope there won't be any.. trouble." At this last word, Snape gave a menacing glare to Longbottom, who in returned gave a small whimper of fear.
As Harry got closer, Draco sneered, "Potter, go get the ingredients. You can do that without screwing up, can't you?"
Scowling, Potter went to fetch the ingredients while Draco looked at the board to see what they were making.
"An Enlargement Potion.? This will be entertaining.." Malfoy was muttering to himself as Harry came back with the need things to make the potion.
As the class was nearing it's end, a loud wail sounded though the dungeon from the other side of the room. Neville, it seems, had spilled some of the potion, which was strangely made correctly, onto his foot which swelled to twice it's normal size. While everyone was crowding around him, Draco smirked and leaned into Potter.
"I'm sure you would like some of this potion for some.. other parts, Potter. And trust me, we all know you do."
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AN: REVIEW! Reviews make me type faster. Reviews give me perverted ideas. Reviews are the special spell to see Draco naked! You all know Draco naked is sexy. So get to reviewing!!! -bashes you all on head with broomsticks-
AN2: In the last chapter, I saw that I said the title was 'Who Shagged Whom?' sure, not a big deal... Unless you're a perfectionist. So.. I CANNOT KEEP CONTROL OF MY BRAIN! And I wrote this chapter at about 3-4am. (can't really remember) So any strange mistakes... Ignore them?