Intro: It's to late to think...I'm not sure why I'm writing tonight...arrgh.
It's not like anything decent will come out at this point! *pouts* Well,
leave me comments if you actually read this, okay?
Important stuff: SLASH...I don't own Harry Potter or anything in that series.
Draco Malfoy grinned insolently at the large crowd of students and teachers gathering for tonight's duel. He grinned and grinned again. Over and over. He wasn't worried at all. Sure, he'd lost to potter before, but tonight he had assurance, and tonight Potter would be his. His, and his alone. Oh. Yes. His thoughts on this matter were sinfully evil, wicked planned, meticulously plotted; they involved many, many interesting things. Most important of which were: Harry, himself, and a pair of handcuffs. Oh, yes, tonight would be fun, and tonight Potter, the even present hero of the light would be his. He, Draco Malfoy, heir of Slytherin, a Malfoy in name and deed, would own Harry tonight. Tonight, Harry would be his. HIS.
Harry groaned inwardly as he entered the Great hall. He was not feeling well, not in the least. He was in no mood to fight a duel, especially with that brat Draco Malfoy, but he had no choice, he had given his honor as a Gryffindor, and everyone was expecting it. He was trapped, no escape now. He just had to fight this and win.... somehow. But, oh, he felt sick, so sick. He had to beat Malfoy though, had to, everyone was counting on him. He couldn't lose...he couldn't be.... Malfoy's...Rose....Bride...That would be worse than anything. He had to win, he had to or else he...Oh. Harry didn't feel well....
The blonde-haired Slytherin definitely noticed the Gryffindor's weaken state. Oh, yes, the charm was taking effect, and now, now, most definitely Harry would be his. This thought made him smirk and he once again went over what he had planned for Harry. Oh, it would be quite a long and eventful night. Oh, yes, indeed. Draco had waited quite some time for this, five years, in fact. But now, now, it was finally time. Tonight Harry would be his. HIS.
The duel was over more quickly than anyone would have thought possible, and everyone who witnessed it was stunned by the result. Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, had fainted cold after one slight casting of a bubble charm? This was certainly an unprecedented event. Why had Draco Malfoy, son of one of You –Know-Who's most loyal followers, cast only a simple bubble charm? And more importantly, why had this bubble charm knocked Harry out. Everyone became even more confused as more and more bubbles appeared. Amid, the bubble filled spectacle, unnoticed by all, Draco Malfoy ran out of the room, and in his arms was a very still Harry Potter.
When Harry awoke he found himself lying on his back on top of something very soft. He wasn't sure what it was because wherever he was, it was really dark, pitch black, in fact. Harry attempted to shift positions and noticed with a start that his arms were tied down, and for that matter, so were his legs. Harry attempted to scream, but the only thing that came out of his mouth were bubbles...Bubbles, Bubbles, the duel, Malfoy, Malfoy? Harry was now very, very worried, unfortunately he was also becoming very very drowsy. Apparently bubbles have a very interesting effect on one's mind. Due to that effect, Harry soon fell back into sleep...
(Oh dear...I wonder where Malfoy is? I do hope Harry is fully clothed! Now, now, we don't want me to write a lemon, do we? Mustn't write a lemon...I'm sure Harry is fully *cough* clothed. But, still, I wonder where Malfoy could be? Oh, where, oh where, has my little Malfoy gone, oh where oh where can he be? Luckily, neither of us have to find out right now...as, I HAVE to go to bed. *pouts* It's probably safer this way....Goodnight, if you're actually reading this, please leave me comments...)
Draco Malfoy grinned insolently at the large crowd of students and teachers gathering for tonight's duel. He grinned and grinned again. Over and over. He wasn't worried at all. Sure, he'd lost to potter before, but tonight he had assurance, and tonight Potter would be his. His, and his alone. Oh. Yes. His thoughts on this matter were sinfully evil, wicked planned, meticulously plotted; they involved many, many interesting things. Most important of which were: Harry, himself, and a pair of handcuffs. Oh, yes, tonight would be fun, and tonight Potter, the even present hero of the light would be his. He, Draco Malfoy, heir of Slytherin, a Malfoy in name and deed, would own Harry tonight. Tonight, Harry would be his. HIS.
Harry groaned inwardly as he entered the Great hall. He was not feeling well, not in the least. He was in no mood to fight a duel, especially with that brat Draco Malfoy, but he had no choice, he had given his honor as a Gryffindor, and everyone was expecting it. He was trapped, no escape now. He just had to fight this and win.... somehow. But, oh, he felt sick, so sick. He had to beat Malfoy though, had to, everyone was counting on him. He couldn't lose...he couldn't be.... Malfoy's...Rose....Bride...That would be worse than anything. He had to win, he had to or else he...Oh. Harry didn't feel well....
The blonde-haired Slytherin definitely noticed the Gryffindor's weaken state. Oh, yes, the charm was taking effect, and now, now, most definitely Harry would be his. This thought made him smirk and he once again went over what he had planned for Harry. Oh, it would be quite a long and eventful night. Oh, yes, indeed. Draco had waited quite some time for this, five years, in fact. But now, now, it was finally time. Tonight Harry would be his. HIS.
The duel was over more quickly than anyone would have thought possible, and everyone who witnessed it was stunned by the result. Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, had fainted cold after one slight casting of a bubble charm? This was certainly an unprecedented event. Why had Draco Malfoy, son of one of You –Know-Who's most loyal followers, cast only a simple bubble charm? And more importantly, why had this bubble charm knocked Harry out. Everyone became even more confused as more and more bubbles appeared. Amid, the bubble filled spectacle, unnoticed by all, Draco Malfoy ran out of the room, and in his arms was a very still Harry Potter.
When Harry awoke he found himself lying on his back on top of something very soft. He wasn't sure what it was because wherever he was, it was really dark, pitch black, in fact. Harry attempted to shift positions and noticed with a start that his arms were tied down, and for that matter, so were his legs. Harry attempted to scream, but the only thing that came out of his mouth were bubbles...Bubbles, Bubbles, the duel, Malfoy, Malfoy? Harry was now very, very worried, unfortunately he was also becoming very very drowsy. Apparently bubbles have a very interesting effect on one's mind. Due to that effect, Harry soon fell back into sleep...
(Oh dear...I wonder where Malfoy is? I do hope Harry is fully clothed! Now, now, we don't want me to write a lemon, do we? Mustn't write a lemon...I'm sure Harry is fully *cough* clothed. But, still, I wonder where Malfoy could be? Oh, where, oh where, has my little Malfoy gone, oh where oh where can he be? Luckily, neither of us have to find out right now...as, I HAVE to go to bed. *pouts* It's probably safer this way....Goodnight, if you're actually reading this, please leave me comments...)