Disclaimer2: Half of this was written by my dear friend Cass. -clings to her- She likes smut, and is The Almight Godess of Smut. But sometimes she is disturbing but we all love her because she writes things for me and gets praise for it!!
Title: Who's Shagging Whom?
Warnings: WARNING WARNING! There is the potential that sex will be in this Summary: Draco decides to get in on the action! Black mailing the student... WITH SEX! So... yeah that's most of this chapter really...
"BLOODY HELL!!!" Draco sat bolt upright in his four poster bed, obviously he had had a rather horrid dream that he was now trying to remember.
The images came slowly back to him. Draco casually walking down the hall. Draco seeing a strange mirror like thing on the floor. Draco bends down to pick it up. Someone grabs Draco's precious ass. Draco doesn't mind too much. But then Draco looks in mirror and sees a stupid red headed Weasel behind him. HOW DARE THAT RON WEASLEY GRAB HIS SACRED ASS?!
Shaking his head, his now fairly long silver blonde hair falling into his eyes, he drew back the curtains of his four-poster and got up. He shivered slightly as he bare chest was met with a cold breeze from the open window. Draco scowled and wrapped his arms around himself, some git must have left it open.
As he went over to the window to shut it, reminding himself to severely hurt whoever left it open, he spotted an owl flying towards him. It was a large black owl, one he had never seen before, and it was flying with a letter in it's beak. When it finally got to the window, Draco stepped aside to let it in, immediately it dropped envelope in front of him and flew off again.
Slowly he bent down (trying to forget his dream) and picked it up. In carefully made, elegant curly letters it said 'Draco Malfoy' on the front. Curious now as to who would send him a letter at this time of night, and to his dormitory, he ripped open the envelope and read the letter, which was written in the same elegant curly writing.
'Do not return to the unused classroom on the sixth floor. I will not
remind you again. And if you do come, prepared to have a hex cast on
you!!!'
The letter wasn't signed, but as soon as Draco read it, it burst into purple flames and left no ashes.
"Bloody hell.." He said for the second time that night.
Sitting down on the edge of his bed, he wondered what to do. He almost had an idea.. but quickly fell backwards on his bed and into a mischievous slumber.
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"Oy! Potter! Get your scrawny arse over here."
"Why should I, Malfoy..?" Harry bloody Potter was with his two stupid friends, Weasel and Mudblood.
"I got something to say to you."
After a minute of them glaring at him, all three made their way over. It was after dinner and the students were filing back to their common rooms. Draco however, had different plans for this evening. He hid his irritation on his face well when the trio made their way over.
"I meant alone." He gave the two a glare.
The Mudblood started to protest, "Why should--"
Thankfully though, Potter shooed them away, telling them he'll catch up with them later. Oh would he ever be wrong.
"So, Malfoy, what is it? Want to insult me some more?"
"Of course not, if I did than I would have done it with an audience."
"...Then what about..?" Harry was giving him a suspicious look. Why shouldn't he? He knew probably his biggest secret.. And the corridor was now empty and silent, perfect.
"You're little scandal with our professor." A wide smirk spread across his face when he saw Potter's shocked face.
"H-how... How do you...?" Realization came across his face, "Alright, what do you want, Malfoy?"
"Heh," Another irresistible smirk, "Just to hear you scream my name."
"W-what?!"
"You heard me. And I know just the place. But say a word to anyone or resist a bit, I tell the whole school, including the teachers, about you and our precious professor." Draco grabbed Harry's wrist and started pulling him through hallways and up stairs until they reached...
"The Room of Requirement."
((BLURB! Cass has written all of the below to the next blurb!))
Three times they passed that seemingly solid wall, but after the third time the magical door appeared leading to the already equipped Room of Requirement. Draco opened the door and peaked in, smirking that glorious smirk that all Malfoys seem to have.
He pushed his way into the room, spotting the lush bed in the middle and the walls that were covered with the chains and such. Of course, he didn't plan to use them... Tonight that is. They were there more to scare Harry than to use on him, this time.
Draco pushed Harry to the bed, ripping his clothes off on the way. Not caring that it put Harry in a completely awkward position, he began removing the pants, revealing Harry's slim but toned legs. Of course, Draco knew that that was from all the Quidditch he played.
He smirked as he noticed that what was happening was just clicked into Harry's mind. He could do nothing about what was going to happen, and he didn't like it at all. But he had no choice or he and the Professor would be found out by more than just Draco.
He let himself be pushed back as the blond dragon crawled on top of him and his almost completely naked form. It was just his and Draco's boxers that separated them. Hey... that was the quickest anybody has ever undressed themselves. Then again, Draco wasn't waiting. Not a bloody moment longer.
Have you ever noticed that when being sexually pleasured, even if you don't want it, you body betrays you? Well, Harry noticed this at the very moment his body arched up into his rival, begging for more. The surprisingly soft touch of Draco Malfoy filled his every thought. It was just impossible to think about his other lover at the moment. But with the way Draco was touching him, could you blame him? No, I thought not.
Draco smirked as he realized that his touches were working 100%. This was exactly the way he wanted it. Exactly like he imagined it. Perfect.
Draco ran his fingers up and down Harry's, chest stopping to play with the hard nubs and to let a hand trail down to his shorts, slowly rolling the elastic back. Painfully slow.
All of a sudden, Harry got it in his mind (I have no idea from where. would you?) that it wouldn't be good to let this continue. He had his teacher, and that was all he wanted. But what Draco really wanted he wasn't sure of.
After a minute of struggling, Harry managed to slip him off and made a brake for the door. Not reaching it of course, but coming mighty damn close. But then again, close only counts for horse shoes and hand grenades.
He was roughly pushed up against the wall, his back to Draco, and a very cold breath on his neck. He could feel pale cold lips brushing his neck ever so gently, and he dared not move.
"So brave now aren't you, Potter?" Draco let his voice lace itself with venom as he spoke Harry's name. "Aren't so sure you want to protect yourself this time, are you? But this time, is Dumbledore going to save yours or our precious teacher's ass? No, he won't be able too. Good luck getting out of this one."
Draco began to bight into his neck and stopped just before he drew blood.
Then, the most unlikely thing happened. Have you ever herd of the saying "Speak of The Devil and He shall appear?" Well, this applies in many occasions. And this happens to be one of them.
Both boys jumped as the door was flung open and a very pissed Professor was standing there watching. And as if reading his mind, both boys managed to choke out,
"Hello, Professor."
((BLURB: End Cass' reign of evil. Damn that girl for doing that! Anyways, I have written all the below.))
"Hello indeed." Their teacher looked truly disturbed, his hair ruffled like he had ran the whole way and his eyes giving them both a piercing glare. "What exactly were you trying to accomplish here?"
Draco, being the Malfoy that he is, just had to reply with a cheeky remark. "Well, sir, what does it look like we were trying to do?" He used his free hand, his other arm wrapped around the boy in front of him, to indicate that Harry was naked and he, Draco, was sadly still in boxers.
Harry, who had been looking down at his feet out of embarrassment and shame, cautiously looked into his lover's face. The look was of disappointment at Harry, and complete fury at Draco.
With a quick motion, their teacher reached out and grabbed his young lover, wrenching him from Malfoy's grasp. And, barely able to say anymore before leaving, he choked out, "I will deal with you later, Mr. Malfoy." Then slammed the door shut as he left.
A long, low depressed sigh came past his lips before he trudged back to the side of the bed, retrieving his discarded robes. His mood brightened though as he saw Potter's robes on the floor and boxers laying halfway off the bed.
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AN: Yes, I know. No sex yet. Soon though, yes, veeerrry soooon. Well, hopefully. It all depends on The Almighty Goddess of Smut and whether or not she wants to make me and my readers happy.