Title: Invisusamore

Author: Nephimar

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine. Blast.

Additional Rambling:Is it just me or is the internet running awfully slow? -shrug- Oh, well. Here is the latest and greatest installment of Invisusamore. Well, maybe not the greatest, but its none too shabby either.

Warnings: Nuh.. Gay porn?

Invisusamore

Boys and Broomsticks

Draco Malfoy was in a bad mood. A very bad mood. After leaving Snape's office, he'd had to traverse the dungeons and navigate his way to the dorms. He'd only come across a few students not from Slytherin House, but those few where enough to spread the news of his humiliation. And that wasn't even taking into account all the students whom had had a glimpse of Potter's handy work while he was still in Hogsmeade.

Now safely in his dorm and away from prying eyes, Draco gazed at himself in the floor length mirror. Potter had done quite a job on him. Removing all the black eye junk that had coated his flaxen eyelashes had proven to be impossible and his lips still held a reddish stain. Grudgingly, he had asked Pansy for assistance in returning his hair to its original state. She had almost refused. She claimed he looked good with long hair. A few moments of being on the receiving end of his murderous glare had been enough to make her shut up and charm away the extra hair.

The reflection in the mirror whistled and wiggled its eyebrows at Draco and he fought the urge to smash the damn thing into a thousand tiny shards. Taking his anger out on the mirror wouldn't do him any good and he wanted to save all his aggression for the plotting of his revenge.

He turned away from the mirror and strode over to his four-poster. With a fwump, he flopped onto the sheets. For a few minutes, he stayed unmoving on his stomach and amused himself with images of inventive (and unlikely) ways to make Potter cry like a little girl. He gave a sigh and rolled onto his back, settling in for more realistic plots of revenge. Because, really, there was no way he'd be able to smuggle a Fwooper into Potter's dorm. Best to focus on achievable goals.

There was no question of whether or not he'd get Potter back for this. It was only a matter of how he was going to do it. Draco figured it was best to stick with the theme they seemed to have going: complete destruction of the other's male pride. So of course, the prank had to include something backing the rumors of Potter's homosexuality.

Draco gave another sigh and rolled back onto his stomach and to the edge of his bed. He leaned over the side and reached under for a box he kept there. It was slightly heavy and so riddled with locking charms no student but he would ever be able to open it. Opening it took a few minutes and several complex counter spells, but the lid finally came off with a soft click.

There was a way to make Potter look very guilty, but it would mean sacrifice on Draco's part. He closed his bed hangings securely and emptied the contents of his box onto his coverlet. A small collection of questionable artifacts clinked together. Oh, they weren't too dangerous. Draco's parents would never have allowed him to bring anything truly evil to Hogwarts where that Muggle-lover Dumbledore might be able to confiscate it.

But the small trinkets weren't what Draco needed. He pushed them to the side and pulled a thick stack of papers toward him. The glossy coverboy of a wizarding magazine waved up at him. He smirked and began sorting through his collection of magazines.

Now, Draco wasn't gay exactly. But he was awfully curious about the whole thing. And it wasn't such a big deal as it was in the Muggle world. There were damn few purebloods out there and options were limited. It only made sense to explore all of the possible options there were. As long as the bloodline did continue on, it didn't really matter what happened on the side. Or so Draco's father had said during a most embarrassing lecture on the birds and the bees a few summers ago.

So Draco sat amid an array of gay porn mags and deliberated on which to sacrifice. Finally, he settled on a copy of this months' Boys and Broomsticks. It was suitably lewd and very fitting. The coverboy was indecently fetching. And Potter was after all, a great fan of 'broomsticks'.

Yes indeed. Potter was going to pay for what he did in the village. If he thought the teasing was bad before, he was going to be positively miserable after tomorrow's Potions lesson.

Harry was quite pleased with himself. Yesterday's trip to Hogsmeade had gone perfectly. He'd been able to get into spell casting distance, work his magic on Malfoy and escape completely unscathed. All of Hogwarts had completely forgotten about the pamphlets and had begun talking about Draco Malfoy's cross-dressing fetish.

Yup, life was good. Not even the impending Potions class scheduled for later that afternoon could dampen Harry's mood. He couldn't wait to see how Malfoy was taking the role reversal now that he was the one being gossiped about.

So, after lunch, Harry, Ron and Hermione walked towards Snape's classroom with the other sixth year Gryffindors grouped around them, all laughing at how feminine Malfoy looked even without the skirt and make-up. They entered the room to find the Slytherin's already in their seats.

"Hey, Malfoy," called Seamus. "You wearing fishnet stockings under those robes?"

"Yeah," chimed in Ron, "I heard you where in Hogsmeade yesterday to pick up a few new push-up bras to go with your lacy knickers."

A glare was all Draco could deliver before Snape came sweeping into the room. "Five points from Gryffindor. Get in your seats."

The point reduction didn't even phase Harry as he headed for his seat. He gave Malfoy a mocking salute and sat down. He got his materials from his bag and settled in for what promised to be a better Potions lesson than he'd had in weeks. He propped his bag up on the floor beside his desk and began setting up his cauldron.

Once Snape had given instructions and taken away a few more house points, Harry rose to get ingredients from the supply-closet. On the way back to his desk with his arms burdened with various items, Malfoy passed him on his own trip to the supply-closet and shoved his shoulder forcefully into Harry.

"I thought you'd be better at walking in those high heels by now, Malfoy," he said just loud enough for the Slytherin to hear.

Malfoy ignored the comment and said, "about time you came out of that closet, Potter."

They spared a moment to scowl at each other then continued on their way. Harry deposited his armload into the desk he shared with Ron and Hermione and retook his seat.

A few minutes later, Malfoy came strolling down the aisle way nearest Harry with his own armload of potion ingredients. As he passed Harry's seat, he stumbled over Harry's book bag and spilled its contents all over the aisle.

"High heels still troubling you?" Harry asked.

But Malfoy wasn't listening. He was looking down at the floor and said in a voice loud enough to carry over the quiet classroom, "My, my, Potter. What do we have here?"

Harry looked to the floor and his mouth dropped in shock. Mixed in with his quills, parchment and books was something that most definitely wasn't his. A wizarding photo graced the cover of a magazine that absolutely did not belong to Harry. The photo was of a nude wizard sitting astride an indecently shaped broom handle.

Students began craning their necks to see what was on the floor and all Harry could do was gape as a blush crept up his cheeks. Snape, his timing perfect as ever, was there and swooping down the pick up the offending magazine before anyone even rose from his or her seat.

"Indeed, Mr. Potter. Just what is this?" Snape, obviously, knew perfectly well what it was. He held it up for everyone to see with a thumb and forefinger as though it was dripping in slime and in danger of soiling his robes.

"Professor, it's not mine," Harry said indignantly.

"Then why, Mr. Potter, was it with your things?"

"I didn't know it was in there. It's not mine," he said through gritted teeth.

"Stand up, Potter." When Harry was standing, Snape thrust the magazine at him and said, "ten points from Gryffindor. Now, go take this filth to Professor McGonagall."

"But it's not mine," Harry said angrily.

Malfoy was standing to the side, shaking with the force of his silent laughter. He calmed himself enough to whisper, "thou dost protest to much, Potter."

Harry, who had endured a vast amount of embarrassment over the last few weeks because of Malfoy, finally lost the hold he'd maintained on his temper. He turned to face Ferret Boy and punched him square in the nose before Malfoy's eyes could even widen in alarm.

Malfoy hit the floor clutching his bleeding nose with one hand. With his other hand, he raised his wand and pointed it at Harry. He muttered a spell that was too thick with blood and pain to understated and Harry doubled over in pain. He slid to the floor gripping his stomach and wheezing.

Snape simply glared at the pair of them for a moment before stooping to pick up the fallen magazine. "I will destroy this. Thomas, Ms. Parkinson, please escort Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter to the hospital wing."

A/N: I'm not sure what will happen next. We're all experiencing the build up and anticipation together, isn't that fun? Even I, the author, have no idea what the hell Draco hit Harry with. I hope it wasn't anything dangerous...