Woohoo chapter number three! Well, actually, this was originally chapter number two, before I decided to put in another chapter in between this one and the first. There's a quick fact for you!
You know how it goes now. I'm not J.K Rowling. Although I do suffer from slight schizophrenia, so sometimes I might tell you that I am. And then I'd change personalities, and suddenly become Justin Timberlake. But personality disorders aside, I'm not her, so I don't own any of the characters. And if I did, I would certainly make them more sexually advanced! The first book would have been titled Harry Potter and the joys of jerking off, and would have only gotten more explicit as they went on. See, now wouldn't you have preferred ME to come up with Harry Potter?...Ah, didn't quite think so.
This story also contains strong language and scenes that younger readers may find offensive. (Oh, the ratings association are so naïve! Don't they realize that there are seven year olds in the world that know more swear words than me?!) It also contains severe homosexual and homophobic content. Yup, you get homosexual and homophobic scenes, you lucky readers you!
Enjoy chapter three!
"So Potter, when did this – abnormality shall we call it – occur?"
Draco snickered as he watched Snape taunt Harry mercilessly. It was his fourth night back at Hogwarts and because of that stupid Potter being a homo, he, Draco, had to be punished for it, by attending detentions all week. He hoped Snape would really let him have it.
"It's not an abnormality," replied Harry quietly. Snape smirked.
"It's not an abnormality," said Snape in mock revelation. "Well, I certainly find it abnormal, what about you, Malfoy?"
"Oh, yes sir," he said, eager to back up Snape's taunting. "I find it abnormal to let another man stick his di –" he stopped himself saying dick just in time in case Snape didn't approve. "Manhood into another man's butt. I guess Potter likes that sort of thing though, probably turns him on...unless Potter does all the thrusting and Longbottom takes it."
"Longbottom?" said Snape in delighted surprise. "Longbottom and..." he turned to Harry. "...Potter?"
"No" shouted Harry forcefully, while Snape and Draco snickered. Draco loved every minute of Harry's awkwardness, and was half on the verge of thinking that he wouldn't mind coming back for a second week, if it continued like this.
"Ah, not your type Potter?" Snape said.
"I don't think fat, ugly and useless is anybody's type, professor," Draco piped up. He didn't get a laugh from Snape, who still had to keep teacher regulations in order, but he saw him suppress a smile, and that was enough approval for him.
"Don't call him that," Harry roared. Draco smirked as Snape deducted ten points from Gryffindor for shouting.
"Don't forget your place Potter," Snape said coldly. "Just because a light joke was made about your boyfriend, does not –"
"HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND."
"Another ten points from Gryffindor. And a further ten will be deducted if there are any more outbursts from you again Potter."
Draco could hardly contain his gleefulness as he watched Harry sit there, suppressing all his rage. Snape stared at him, trying to goad him into saying something again, but saw it didn't work, so tried a different tactic.
"Well, just because you're a...homosexual," he spat the last word as if it left a disgusting taste in his mouth, "I suppose you must still have some taste. I suppose Malfoy is more your type?"
Draco's head shot up in annoyance. He didn't want Snape to bring him into this, that wasn't funny at all. But Harry's response angered him further.
"Malfoy? Taste? How can those two words be in the same sentence without contradicting each other? Malfoy is about as much my type as...as...Professor Umbridge is yours," he said, trying not to think of such an utterly revolting match in his head.
"Another ten points for your insolence Potter."
But Draco barely registered Harry's further downfall. His mouth hung open in shock. It wasn't like he particularly wanted Faggy Potter (he laughed inwardly at his little quip) to be fawning over him, but he had actually turned around and said that Malfoy wasn't his type? That you couldn't use Malfoy and taste in the same sentence? But...he was attractive, wasn't he? Why didn't he like him? Everyone liked him. Everyone thought he was good looking...didn't they?
"Yeah...well...er...your not getting me anyway Potter" Draco sneered. Harry rolled his eyes.
"I wouldn't if you were the last guy on the planet Malfoy," Harry said plainly.
"That's enough chit-chat now," said Snape, clearly annoyed that Draco had let Harry into winning their little tiff. "Get on with your work."
Right now, Draco hated everything about Harry. From the way his head was bent to the desk, from the way his quill sounded, scratching on the parchment, from the way he acted so damn cocky all the time. The boy who lived. Huh, the boy who turned out to be a closet case more like.
A sudden crash interrupted his thoughts and the three of them looked up at the ceiling.
"Peeves," Snape grimaced, getting up from his chair and marching out of the room. "I'll wring his neck."
"That's not physically possible," Harry said softly as Snape left the room. He poked his head around the door.
"A further ten, I think Potter."
Draco waited until he heard Snape's footsteps disappear up the hall, before turning to Harry.
"Ninety points from Snape deducted from Gryffindor all in one week. Your house is going to be disappointed in you Potter. Still, can't say I blame them, with their mascot golden boy wonder turning out to be a homo."
"Oh be quiet Malfoy, your sounding like a broken record," Harry said dismissively. Draco jumped to his feet.
"You don't even care," he said, disgustedly, walking over to Harry. "You're proud of it aren't you? You like being a dirty queer freak."
Harry sat quietly throughout Draco's outburst, and Draco walked back to his seat huffily. His eye caught the open door of Snape's cupboard. He glanced behind him to see if anyone was watching, and his sharp hearing confirmed that there were no footsteps approaching. Ignoring Harry's slightly shocked stare, Draco walked into the cupboard, and started rummaging through Snape's supplies.
He came across a bottle of Veritaserum, and his eyes lit up gleefully as a cruel plan formed in his mind. Making sure Harry didn't see, he stuffed the small bottle into his pocket and made a great deal of exclaiming loudly, "Nothing but junk in here," as he walked out. Harry was still staring at him. "What do you want?" he snarled. "You want this?" he asked, grabbing his crotch. "Ha, too bad homo," he said, and walked back to his seat smirking.
"Right, repeat what I've just said to you."
Goyle's face scrunched up in confusion. He racked his brains for a minute before his face lit up.
"I remember," he said slowly. "Me and Goyle –"
"No, you're Goyle!" Draco said impatiently.
"Oh yeah," chuckled Goyle good-naturedly. "Me and Crabbe go to the locker room and we er...er..."
"Oh for goodness sake," cried Draco losing his temper. He put his hands on Goyle's shoulders and pulled his face close to his so they were about an inch apart. "Now, listen to me Goyle, listen hard. I'm only going to say this once more, okay? ONCE MORE."
Goyle nodded, his expression the very epitome of desperate concentration.
"Right, I want you and Crabbe to go," and Draco ran two fingers over the palm of his hand, imitating walking, "to the locker room while Harry is attending quidditch practice...you know what quidditch is don't you?" Goyle nodded. "Good," said Draco. "Then I want you to pour this," and he produced a bottle from his pocket, "into Harry's water bottle, okay?"
Goyle nodded blankly, and Draco sighed. "Do you understand?" he said. Goyle nodded again. "Repeat the plan to me," said Draco disbelievingly.
Goyle scratched his head, rather apelike. "We er – Crabbe and me we er – go to the quidditch practice and then we go to the er...the er...locker room and we pour the stuff in the bottle in er...Harry's water bottle?" He looked at Draco questioningly, who looked delighted.
"Well done Goyle, it only took you half an hour this time!" he produced a cookie from behind his back and gave it to him as a reward. Goyle scoffed it down, and Draco sent him to find Crabbe.
He pulled out a small device from his robes and held it to his mouth. Pushing down a button, he said a few test words, and then pushed down another. His voice flooded back to him and he smiled to himself triumphantly. His tape recorder was working, and he would have something to blackmail Potter with. He'd ask him what he really thought of Weasley and Granger, and all of his other Gryffindor friends, and then threaten him with the idea of spreading it around school. He congratulated himself gleefully. He forgot how clever he was sometimes.
Draco watched the others leave the locker room one by one. He waited for Harry to come out, but when he counted all of the players that left but one, he grinned to himself even more. Harry was left alone in the locker room; the plan would work even better!
The quidditch training had gone well, something that infuriated Draco and fuelled his hatred of Harry even more. Especially when Harry managed to catch the snitch in less than three minutes. It was the fifth day of school and already he was acting like every bit of the hero. Still, it was fun to see his slight downfall. Most of his teammates weren't speaking to him, something that angered Angelina, the team captain. Most people were acting like he was invisible throughout the school. Apart from Hermione, not many people were talking to him, something that Draco had gleefully pointed out at every opportunity.
He walked over to the locker room door, pushed it open and was greeted with the sight of Harry taking a swig from his bottle. He looked at Draco wearily.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"Oh nothing, nothing..." Draco said airily. "Just wanted to ask...are you a disgusting queer?"
Harry's face snapped into lifelessness, and his voice was monotonous when he spoke. "No," he replied.
Draco was confused. Harry certainly looked as though he was under Veritaserum, but he just asked him a question and he'd replied no to it...it suddenly dawned on Draco the mistake he made.
"Are you gay?" he asked Harry.
"Yes," he replied dully, eyes glazed over. Draco smiled, and took the tape recorder from his robe. "Right, lets get things started shall we? Hermione Granger...what's the most awful thing you've thought about her?"
Harry replied boringly, "that she looks like a deformed beaver."
Draco snickered and asked his next question. "What's the most awful thing you've thought about Ron Weasley?"
"That he uses my friendship for money because he has none of his own."
Draco could hardly contain his jubilance at these confessions. "Do you have a crush on Ron?" he asked, thinking that he might as well get humiliate Ron if he ever played the tape.
"No."
"Who do you have a crush on?" asked Draco, smiling with anticipation.
"Draco Malfoy."
Draco almost dropped the tape recorder as though it was burning hot. "What †what did you say?" he asked in a whisper.
"Draco Malfoy," Harry repeated in a dull tone.
Draco smiled a cruel smile to himself, and nodded. "I think we can continue now," he said, as he thought up more questions...
Woo another chapter gone by! And I'm not sure if Veritaserum makes the drinker glazed and out-of-their-body so they can't remember the effects, but it does in my story, okay? And please leave reviews! Thanks, from Jordan xx.
