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Lara: I've always pictured Dumbly making a peace sign so I finally put it in this story lol

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ON TO CHAPTER!!! Oh and I guess the warning here should be that there's some sexual actions (shrugs) I dunno if it's graphic or not (shrugs again) And I dunno the names of the owners of Honeydukes so I just made them up.

Chapter Two: Mierda

"We are SO sorry man," said the horrified Ron at the Gryffindor common room.

"It's not definite though," Hermione said, although she sounded a bit unsure, "Honeydukes didn't say anything."

"Yeah, besides, Quidditch practices are usually in the weekends, even if I get the job then I'd have a good argument about Quidditch," the raven head's spirits rose.

"Harry you make it sound like you're a lazy dumbass."

"I'm not lazy!"

"Whatever, let's just hope Honeydukes won't accept."

"Or else I'm blaming this whole thing on you guys."

"You shouldn't have insulted Malfoy in the beginning," muttered Ron.

"What?"

"Nothing oh dear sir."

"..................Ron are you on drugs?"

"Might as well be."

"Things like these can only lead to sex."

"WHAT!? Draco looked at Pansy incredulously. They were in the Slytherin common room sitting by the fire on one of the leather couches.

"Obvious isn't it? I mean you and Potter are always at each others throats more than usual, it's only natural that you two are trying to ignore your hormones."

"That's........................revolting."

"No really, if a person looks at the two of you fighting closely, it's like you're both trying to touch each other or something."

"That did NOT happen today."

"Maybe not, but other times...............heheh."

"...............What?" he looked at his friend suspiciously.

"Hey Blaise!"

The jet black haired boy looked up from his Arithmancy essay. "What?"

"Isn't it true about Draco's fights with Potter?"

"What's true?"

"That it's more like touching than fighting."

"Most of the time," he shrugged before returning to his essay, Draco gawked at him.

"You have got to be kidding me!"

"If you think on it, it really is true, ask anyone, you'll get the same answers," grinned the Slytherin.

"WHY HAVEN'T YOU FUCKING TOLD ME!?"

"I thought you knew."

"How can I believe you?" his eyes narrowed.

"The fight a few weeks ago, the one right after Transfiguration, you exchanged a few insults then WHAM it's like you both trying to dominate the other, touching each other, then Potter comes out with a groan, followed by yourself."

"I don't remember that, I was pretty sure I punched him in the bloody balls."

"That's not what it looked like," she said in a sing song voice, "your hand may have been in a fist but it looked more like rubbing that punching."

Draco couldn't stop the light red tinge crawling up his cheeks. "What proof do you have?" he nearly growled.

"That Creevey kid's taken pictures of some fights; I bought a few copies," she started to grin again, "some very interesting ones."

"Liar."

"You don't believe me?" she kept her grin and took out her wand, "accio photos!"

Draco froze as, a few seconds later; photo graphs flew out of the girls dorms, landing neatly on the grinning girls' hand.

"Let me see those," he said angrily yet nervously, hand outstretched, shaking slightly.

"If you're brave enough," she gave him the photos, amusement in her eyes.

He lowered his eyes to the photo and in an instant they widened in shock.

The first photo had him 'punching' Harry on his uh (ahem) manhood, except that it actually did look more like rubbing, and the golden boys face wasn't contorted in pain, it was flushed with-

'PLEASURE!?' Draco thought, paling more than he already was. He shakily flipped to another picture. 'Oh............JEEZE!'

He remembered that fight. It happened right before Care of Magical Creatures. The picture showed him on top of Harry who was on the ground, hand around the boys' neck and another hand raised in a fist. Harry had his hand around Dracos' neck too, trying to get him not to punch him.

At first nothing seemed wrong, but once he looked closer his eyes widened in horror. He realized where he had sat on Harry, and that their faces weren't fully looking angry, more like flushed and maybe even bliss?

He skimmed through the other photos, gradually blushing, even though he had no idea why.

"You know," Pansy said thoughtfully, "that Creevey kid wouldn't do badly as a pornographic photographer, right?" she looked at her friend but he had fainted from shock.

"Hmmm," Annabelle frowned slightly as she read through the letter, "what do you think, dear?" she handed the letter to her husband, Hank.

"I don't know............it'd be funny to have the Boy Who Lived and Draco Malfoy working here just because of a fight."

"Silly really, but we DO need the help."

"Especially on tourist season and when the Hogwarts students come here."

"Should we let them work here?"

"What if they start fighting here? What if there are children here at the time?"

"Well their payments depend on behavior. If they start fighting then they won't get paid, if it's insults then their pay is split in half."

"So we should hire them?"

"I reckon we can give it a shot, but this is a load of rubbish really, what kind of punishment is this? They'll be surrounded by sweets."

Hank laughed at his wife. "Well then let's give them a chance and see how things turn out."

"All hell will thunder here."

A reeking smell reached Draco's nose, he grumbled and turned away from the smell but the stink followed him. He pushed it away with is hand and felt cloth. A few sniggers and giggles broke out.

"Wha?" he opened his eyes, "OH MY GOD!!!" he shot up and jumped away when he saw a pair of smelly socks, nearly all yellow, hovering over his face.

The sniggers and giggles turned into an outright laughter, Pansy was rolling around on the floor, laughing her butt off, even Blaise, who was usually the calm one, was laughing out loud too, along with a few other Slytherins who were watching.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR!?"

"My...........g-go-ha-d!" laughed Pansy, tears streaming down her eyes. Draco glared at her and everyone else.

"You may not want to know who O-OWNS those socks," Blaise tried to say calmly, not succeeding fully.

Draco shakily looked at the still floating socks; they were very large and thick making the stench even worse.

"Hey, have you guys seen my socks?" Goyle walked out from the boys dormitories barefoot.

The blond went green. He ran as fast as he could to the bathroom, his dinner rushing back up his mouth.

"Look at it this way," Ron said as he beat Seamus again at wizards chess, "if you get the job then you'll be in a place of heaven, mate. Sweets all over the place, do you think you can sneak me in some sugar quills?"

"Oh! And those new gum balls with the cherry flavored fillings that lasts for days!" Hermione suddenly caught herself and glared at the red head, "Ron! Harry might not get the job and it's a punishment!"

"I didn't see you complaining when you asked for the gum balls," he crossed his arms.

"Oh shush it!"

Harry sighed and ignored his friends squabbling. He stared into the fire, half hoping he'd get the job now that he realized he'd be working in a store full of sweets that would last him years.

But if he did get the job then that would mean that Draco would too, which would make everything worse.

'But it's still a fucking weird punishment,' Harry thought as he remembered all of the other detentions he had gotten because of Draco. 'Dumbledore's lost it from head to toe, bastard even turned into a hippie for a second.'

His mind wandered off to the past fights he had with the Slytherin. Something didn't seem right with the fights. Most of them were brutal beyond words but others seemed, tender?

The Gryffindor shook his head and stood up. "I'm going to bed."

"What?" Hermione stopped fighting with Ron, "it's only eight o'clock," she laughed lightly.

"So? I can be tired can't I?"

"Well, whatever, g'night."

"AND DON'T EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN OR YOU'LL HAVE ALL YOUR ORGANS, INCLUDING YOUR SKIN, TORN OUT BY MY BLOODY BARE HANDS!" Draco yelled before slamming the door to his dorm shut.

He stormed across the room, grabbed a pillow and screamed into it with all his strength before falling flat on his bed, tired.

The blond could still hear laughter from outside, and the confused voice of Goyle, saying that the smelly socks had been washed.

'Think of something else,' Draco thought as his mind kept replaying the smell of the socks.

The thought of his punishment came to him in full force, he groaned miserably when he remembered the photos Pansy had shown him.

What was more horrifying for him was that he found them all very interesting, in an oddly arousal way.

'NO! Think of something else, besides and the socks and besides Potter!' Draco shouted in his head, closing his eyes and shaking his head as he tried to erase the photos from his mind.

It was no use, no matter how hard Draco tried, his mind kept drifting off to Harry repeatedly. At one point he forced himself to think about naked women doing erotic things but even then his thoughts returned to Harry.

"FUCKING HELL!" Draco screamed in his pillow again.

'Give up, you know can't resist,' an evil little voice hissed in his head.

"Shut up!"

'So what if you like the bloody Boy Who Lived? It's not like everyone will be against you, what with Voldy gone and all.'

"Did you not hear me before? GO AWAY!"

'God, how immature you are, and you're already nearly a man. Tsk tsk, poor Draky poo's got an infatuation on Harry Potter.'

"Leave me alone!"

The door opened and Pansy's head popped in, "Draco? You ok? We were only joking."

"GO AWAY! BEFORE I TEAR YOUR BLINKING BRAINS OUT!"

"Oh how mature," she said sarcastically, but she left anyway.

'Draco and Harry, sittin' in a tree K. I. S. S. I. N. G.'

"SHUT UP!"

"First comes love, then comes marriage-"

"ARGH!"

'Then you two are fucking in a baby carriage!'

"...............That made no sense whatsoever, plus wouldn't that be uncomfortable?"

'.....................Yeah you're right, but you're still lusting over the Gryffy Wiffy.'

"Quit the nicknames, please," Draco moaned, trying to suffocate himself with the pillow over his head.

'Just give up, at least your not fawning over Millicent.'

"Don't give me nightmares. This is great; I'm having a conversation with myself."

'I know, fun eh?'

"Shut the bloody fuck up."

'No. At least you made a good choice though, you know since Harry-'

"What happened to 'Potter'?"

'I can say his first name if I want! Anyway, you DO know that nearly half or more of the school's falling in love with Harry, right?'

"So?"

'And you have the rest, which is what? Forty eight percent or something?'

"Does it look like I care?"

'You dumbass.'

"Fuck off."

'I will NOT 'fuck off' but I KNOW you want to fuck Harry senseless.'

"Ugh!" he turned on his side, the pillow still over his head.

'Aha! You're giving up!'

"Just for tonight, tomorrow I'll beat his bloody brains out."

'Do you realize what you just said?'

"Yes, I am well aware of what I said."

'What did you say then?'

"I said I would beat Potter up tomorrow."

'That only proves that Pansy was right you fucking dolt!'

"Huh?"

'She said that you two fight because you're both trying to ignore your hormones, you're obviously lusting over Harry and you say you'll beat him up tomorrow!'

"Oh. Well whatever."

'Dumbass.'

"Shut up, I'm going to sleep."

'Heheheh.'

He didn't like the way the voice in his head snickered but drifted off to sleep anyway.

---

Silk bed sheets slid joyfully against Dracos' bare skin, but even that couldn't compare to the touches the other boy was giving him.

His hands were sliding up the blonds inner thighs, caressing his erection before gripping it and pumping it as he licked the Slytherins' hard nipples, making the silver eyed boy groan at the touch as his back arched.

The raven head licked lower, both his hands straddling Dracos' hips as he licked his erection from the balls all the way to the top and then taking him whole in his mouth, sucking and licking.

The blond kept moaning and groaning, arching his back gracefully again, his head sinking in his pillow slightly, enjoying every moment as Harry kept sucking harder and harder until he came into his mouth, and swallowed all of his cum.

The Gryffindor grinned and licked his lips before kissing the blond passionately, running his tongue against the Slytherins' tongue, wrestling with it before it trailed down to lick and suck Dracos' neck.

His talented hands trailed up the blonds' legs again, spreading them before injecting a finger in his entrance making Draco gasp.

---

The boy gasped softly and realized he was barely getting any air. He opened his eyes and was welcomed to half darkness. The pillow was still on him, but only covering his right eye and half of his mouth

He was sweating profusely, and he needed to have some business to take care of.

'Thank god for separate dorms,' Draco thought, sitting up.

'Yep, thank god, or they would have heard you cry Harry's name out in your sleep.'

'You AGAIN?'

'The one and only.'

'Don't you have anything better to do?'

'Like what? If I left then you'd be unconscious.'

'Oh............what do you want?'

'Nothing, but you'd better take care that lil business soon, that erection must be throbbing.'

Draco looked down at his pants, there was a tent made by his own erection, his uh.........inner voice was right, it was throbbing painfully, especially in the covers of his boxers and pants.

"Great," he muttered as he gingerly lowered his pants and boxers. "Just great."

'Yeah, you got yourself an erection from a wet dream with the Golden Boy,' the inner voice started cackling.

'Shut up.'

'Just do what you have to do.'

He winced slightly as he gripped the throbbing manhood but still letting out a soft groan he tried to hold back.

'Right, now think about Harry doing this to you.'

'WHAT!?'

'Hey if you do it then you'll get to breakfast before it's over.'

'You have GOT to be kidding me! YOU'RE COMPLETELY PERVERTED!'

'Thank you, now; imagine him taking you whole in your mouth, sucking the living daylights out of you.'

'This is stupid,' but Draco was blushing lightly as visions started to go through his mind, 'stop! I can't think about that! It's gross! It's disgusting! It's revolting!'

'And yet you like it.'

'Oh shut up!'

'Just accept the damned images, unless you don't want breakfast.'

'I can live with that.'

'What about classes. You know you won't be able to go to Durmstrang now that you're almost finished with Hogwarts.'

'Shut up.'

'Just pump yourself and imagine it's Harry sucking your bloody cock!'

Draco blinked and a bunch of visions started flowing into his head, he couldn't ignore it and his erection was throbbing painfully harder.

He imaged Harry licking and sliding Dracos' size into his mouth, sucking hard. The blond groaned loudly at the visions and as he pumped himself faster, gripping harder as he threw his head back a little, eyes closed, visions of Harry still in his head.

He cried out the Gryffindors' name and he felt himself come, he felt the sticky liquid slide down his fingers. Sighing still breathing quickly, he took his wand from his bedside table, muttered a spell and all the cum disappeared.

"Shit," he muttered, still trying to ignore the new feeling.

'Or as the Spanish say, mierda.'

(blushing lots) ok then, um....dunno where this perverted chapter came from heheh...........review please?