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Chapter 9: Wands Suck

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I walk out of the classroom from my romp with Scarhead. I feel kinda refreshed from it. Even though he's Potter and he gets on my bloody nerves. I peek inside just to check if he's still asleep. I open the door to see him laying there.

"MALFOY! Where the bloody hell is Harry?!" I hear Weasley growl down the hall.

I shut the door and I turn in the direction on the voice. I see the red-headed wanker heading my way. I roll my eyes. "If you must know, Weasel, he's in here sleeping." I growl, pointing over at the door.

Weasel walks over to the door and peaks in. He huffs and slams it shut. "You probably knocked him out, knowing you." He snaps.

"Do you ever shut the fuck up? Honestly, you are the most annoying person I've ever talked to." I growl.

"Sod off." He snaps.

"Oh great comeback."

Weasely rolls his hands into fists. He keeps an intense glare on me. "You better stop." He whispers angrily.

"What? Your gonna have to ask Potter to kick my arse?" I ask, smirking evilly.

Weasel slams me into the door. He glares into my eyes. "You prat! Just shut your snobby mouth." He growls.

"At least I have the money to be snobby."

"I could hex you."

I grin. "But the thing is, will you ACTUALY do it. I think you're all talk. Your too nice to hurt anyone." I taunt.

Weasel pulls out his wand and points it at my chest. I smirk. He continues to look me deathly in the eyes. He wont move.

The door swings open and Weasel and I are pushed out of the way, causing me to fall on Weasel. When I land on top of Weasely, I feel a EXTREAM pain in my stomach. I cry out in pain and I fight back tears. AAAAH! THIS FUCKING HURTS!!!

"What's going on?"

I slowly roll off Weasel, his wand sticking out of my stomach to face Potter. Hm, he fixed his glasses. How did he find them? I look down at the wand and let out a painful groan. I feel my lower body being covered with my blood. I couldn't help the tears that slid down my face. I'm such a pansy.

"Are you alright, Malfoy?" Potter asks me, with concern in his voice. I give him a odd look as he kneels down to look at my stomach.

"Um, Harry, Why are you helping Malfoy?" Weasel asks.

Potter ignores him. "Shit. If Dumbledor finds out, your in deep, Ron." He says.

Wesley's eyes widen. "But it was a accident!" He exclaims.

"But it wouldn't of happen in the first place if you weren't threatening me in the first place." I sneer. "I'm going to tell my mum and she will NOT be very fucking happy."

Potter rolls his eyes. "Calm down you two. I've gotta figure out what to do." He says. He lightly runs a hand around the wand and I cry out in pain. Potter hushes me. "Be quiet. Do you wanna get caught?" He hisses.

"Well be sensitive! Have you ever had a wand shoved in your fucking stomach?!" I snap.

Potter sighs. "Ok, sorry." He says, stressfully. He looks down at my stomach. "I wish you would stop bleeding."

I roll my eyes. "You say it like I can control my bleeding or not." I growl.

Potter glares at me. "Quit being an arse. I'm just trying to fucking help you." He snaps.

I sigh. "Sorry. It just fucking hurts." I grumble.

"Harry, maybe Hermione could help us. She knows all sorts of spells." Weasely offers.

Potter nods. "Yeah." He says. He gently helps me stand. I'm trying to hold back the tears and hisses, but its no use. "Ron. A little help here?" Potter snaps.

Weasley nods and puts an arm around me. We begin to walk when we hear footsteps "Shit! What do we do?!" Weasel asks, panicking.

Potter looks over at the door. "Go into the classroom!" He whispers.

We scamper over to the door. Weasel tries to open the door. He yanked and pulled on it, but it wouldn't budge. "Bloody hell!!" He whimpers. He begins to kick at the door.

Potter pats his pants. "Fuck! I don't have my wand! I think its in there!" He says, panicking.

Wait! I have my wand! "Potter, get into my trouser pocket. I have my wand in there. Don't try anything funny." I say.

Potter reaches into my pocket and just by the littlest contact, I begin to get turned on. Damn not now! Potter gets my wand but it was too late. The footsteps stop.

"What are you three doing?"

I let out a breath. We all begin to breathe again. It's Mudblood. I never thought I would be this happy to hear Granger's stupid voice. We turn around to see the frizzy-haired girl.

"Thank Merilin its you, Hermione." Potter says, relieved.

She looks down at my stomach. "What happened to you, Malfoy?" She asks

"Your stupid boyfriend attacked me." I snap.

Hermione raises an eyebrow in disbelief. "I highly doubt it." She says.

"Herm! You don't think I could attack him?!" Weasel asks.

Granger blushes. "It's just that…your too much of a sweetheart to hurt anyone." She says.

"I told you."

"SOD OFF!"

"Anyway, why are you helping him out?" Granger asks.

I glare at her. "Look at my bloody stomach, your fucking Mudb-" I was cut off by a smack on the back of the head from Potter. I glare at him. "I'll get you for that, you dick."

Granger glares at me. "Why should I care? I heared what you did to Ginny. I should let you bleed to death." She growls.

"Cause I'll sue Weasel here for all he's worth and then find a way to get him expelled." I state. Now I've got everyone glaring at me.

Granger points a finger at me. "I'll have you know that I'm doing this for Ron and NOT you." She growls. She looks from Potter to Weasely. "Come on. We've gotta take him to Gryffindor Tower."

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We finally bloody made it. After a few fainting spells and a almost run-in with Hagrid, we finally made it to the fat lady painting.

"Oh my Merlin! What happened to him?!" The fat lady asks.

"Wand accident." I say, weakly. All I wanna do right now is lay down.

"You need to take…" The painting starts, but we block her out.

"How are we suppose to get Malfoy inside without anyone seeing?" Granger asks.

"Um…We can say where holding him hostage." Weasley offers.

I roll my eyes. "Like anyone could believe that." I say.

Potter lets go of me and I almost fall. I cling to Weasley and sneer. "Hey, I'll be right back." He says. He whispers the password to The Fat Lady and she lets him in.

"You like Harry, don't you?" Mudblood asks.

I scoff. "Yeah right. I'm not a poof." I snap. Ok only part of that is true.

Granger eyes me. "I doubt that. I saw the way you leaned on Harry more than Ron. And I also noticed that you where checking out his arse." She says.

Damn! That bitch saw that? Caught in the fucking act. "I wasn't checking out his arse and I'd rather lean on Potter than Weasel here." I say. Hm. I'd believe that.

Potter comes back, out of breath. "Here, cover up in this and cling to me." He says.

I take the sheet and cover up in it. I hold onto Potter waist. What is a sheet gonna do? We go inside and I hold onto Potter with all my might.

"Harry! You missed Quidditch practice! What's going on?!" I hear Firecrotch say.

"I was busy." Potter says…blushing?! I hold back my snickers. Potter, your such a wanker. We go up to the Dormitories and through a door. I hear the door shut and I take off the sheet. It must be an invisibility cloak. I look at it and its covered in blood.

"S-Sorry." I pant. Damn this sucks. I begin to shake.

Granger looks at me. "How much blood has he lost!? He's really pale!" She asks.

"Too…Much." I says. I lean on Potter for support. "I don't…feel too…good."

Potter brings me over to his bed and lays me down. I close my eyes. "Malfoy, you've gotta stay awake, mate. We can't have you dying on us." He says, his green eyes sad and worried. I nod and begin to breathe heavy. He sits down next to me. This has to be the worst thing that has EVER happened to me.

Granger turns to Weasel. "Go downstairs and distract anyone who tries to come up here. I don't know how, but try." She says. Weasley nods and heads downstairs.

Mudblood pats her pockets and leaves for a few minutes before coming back with her wand. "Ok, first off we've gotta stop the blood flow…so let me think here…" She says, thinking aloud. Then she points her wand at me and mumbles something . I stop bleeding on Potter's sheets.

"Ok, now I'm gonna need you, Harry." Granger says. Potter nods. "I need you to yank the wand out."

My eyes widen. "WHAT?!" I yell. Potter covers my mouth with his hand. I growl and bite him.

"OW!"

Granger rolls her eyes and casts a silencing spell. "Where gonna need that for later anyway." She grumbles.

"Why do we have to yank it out?!" I whine. "Or better yet, give me some numbing potion?"

Granger glares at me. "Do I look like St. Mungos?!" She snaps. I pout.

Potter comes up to me and straddles my legs. This is awkward. If Mudblood and this stupid fucking wand wasn't in my stomach, I would let Potter shag me.

Potter looks down at my chest. "D-Don't we need to take off his shirt?" He asks.

Granger shrugs. "I guess so." She says.

Potter begins to unbutton my shirt. I hiss when I feel his hand creeping closer to the wand. I feel his free hand moving up and down my inner thigh. I bite my lower lip and squeeze my eyes shut. Don't get aroused. Don't get aroused. Don't get aroused…

I feel Potter by the wand. He accidentally moves it and I feel a SHARP pain there. I cry out in pain. Potter hushes me. "I'm sorry." He whispers.

"I'm sensitive there, damn it!" I grumble. Ok I'm gonna let myself focus on his hand. It feels a helluva lot better than my stomach. If I get off to it, fuck it! I need a distraction.

Potter finally gets my shirt off of me. I sigh. Now for the bad part. I grab a hold of the bed sheets and look away. I know this going to hurt so fucking bad.

"I don't want to hurt you, Malfoy." Potter whispers.

"JUST YANK IT THE FUCK OUT!" I scream.

I hear Mudblood snicker. "You are the biggest baby, Malfoy." She says.

"I'd like to see you in my position, you fucking Mudblood." I growl.

She stomps over to me. "I could let you die, you fucking ferret." She growls back.

"Ok, Ok. Herm, back away from him before you attack him." Potter says.

I roll my eyes. She better hope to Merlin that Pansy doesn't hear about this. I feel Potter's hand leave my leg and my stomach stings. Great. He's gonna use both hands to yank it out.

"Ok Harry. Yank it out quickly on the count of three." Granger says.

"One…" I press my head hard into the pillow and my breathing shallows.

"Two…" I grit my teeth. I grip more of the sheets. I brace myself for extreme pain.

"THREE!"

I feel the wand get pulled out of my stomach. I scream. This is not a 'This-bloody-hurts-like-a-bitch' yelp. No. This is a 'I-sound-like-I'm-being-stabbed-to-death' SCREAM.

"Malfoy! It's ok! It's out!" Potter whispers in my ear.

"This hurts worse that it being fucking inside of me!" I cry. I've got tears flowing down my face like a river. I feel the hole being magically being sewn up as Potter wipes the tears from my face.

"Your ok, Draco." Potter whispers. My eyes shot open.

"Don't you DARE call me that, Potter." I growl, deathly.

"What? Your name?"

"No. My Quidditch number." I say, sarcastily. "YES, MY DAMN NAME!"

Granger begins to laugh. "Oh boy. You sound like your going though labor." She howls.

"I'm glad to know that my pain is amusing to you." I sneer. I look at the wand in Potter's hand. It has bits of body parts hanging off of it. I begin to gag.

Granger heads towards the door. "Clean him up, Harry, and keep him here all weekend." She says.

"I can't stay here all weekend! I have a romp with Pansy Saturday!" I wine but Mudblood already left.

Potter goes into the loo and gets a bucket of soapy water and a rag. He comes back and begins to wipe me down.

"You don't deserve this." Potter grumbles. Aw he cares.

"Listen, thanks for the help, ma-"

"We should of left you in the hall to bleed to death."

I wince. "I SAID thanks." I snap. What an arse!

Potter grumbles something but I let it slide. "Potter…" I start.

"Yeah."

"Will…Will you lay with me tonight?"

Potter looks up at me. "If you want." He says. He smirks. "Under one condition."

"What's that."

"We begin to call each other by our first names."

"Ok whatever. Just don't leave me here alone tonight with a bunch of crazy Gryffindors."

"Deal."

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Authors Note: Aw! There's peace in-between the two. (smiles) I love this chapter. Even though it's a long arse filler, I love the story. I thought it was hilarious. I've started on the sequel. It's just as crazy as this story. I'm just crazy and twisted. I'm not afraid to admit it. (laughs) Tell me if you liked this chapter. Later.