"No!"
"It'll only take a second, baby..." Harry said, inching forward.
"Potter, get the fuck away from me with that thing! I refuse to shove it up my arse!" Harry inched forward again. He was holding a tube like thing, which turned pink and blue, boy or girl, to show you what the gender of an unborn baby is. Problem- It had to be stuck up your arse.
"I'll be here for you." Harry said, moving closer.
"Get-The-Fuck-Away-From-Me!" he pushed himself against the wall. Harry moved closer. He tried to move back. The green-eyed boy moved closer.
Draco did the only thing he could think of at the time, he screamed.
There was the sound of running feet and pounding at the door. "Draco!"
Oh shit. Professor Snape.
There was a bang and the door caved in, landing on the floor.
"Draco, don't worry I'll-" he takes in the scene, "Draco! Why aren't you wearing any clothes!?" Draco blushed, grabbing a near b robe and wrapping it around himself.
He seemed to notice Potter then, standing by the side with a strange looking tube in his hand, sporting a hard-on.
Well, seems like he enjoyed seeing me naked just as much as torturing me with that tube like mechanism.
"POTTER!" Hoo boy, he was furious. You could just smell the steam coming from him. Having him as a godfather had its upsides. "I AM GOING TO MAKE SURE YOU'RE EXPELLED FOR THIS!"
Harry appeared to be in shock. Staring from the tube, to me, then to Snape. The Potion's professor moved forward, grabbing him by his collar and dragging him out of the room.
Well, at least I didn't have to shove that thing up my arse.
"...and I can ship you off to Azkaban..." Snape sounded as if he was enjoying this all too much.
Well I guess I will have to be like the hero I am and save Potter's sorry ass.Draco smirked, strolling out the dorm casually. I am always saving his ass. What would he do without me?
He ignored the voice that said it was his fault he was in trouble in the first place.
He rounded the corner.
They're getting pretty close to Dumbledore office. I better act now.but before he could make his grand entrance, Snape suddenly dropped Potter and looked around in confusion. "Who am I?" he asked.
Potter was smirking, what did he do to my godfather!?
"You are Professor Snape,"
Good, good, he's not trying anything.
"And you were just about to tell the Headmaster, Dumbledore, how great a student, I Harry Potter, am." Snape nodded, satisfied with that answer and proceded to the headmasters office.
He brushed himself off.
Wait, he doesn't have a wand! How did he...?he paused, thinking, Holy shit! My boyfriend is able to do wand less magic!
He was about to turn around and head back to his room when he heard him.
"Wait a minute Draco."
Ah! I was hoping he hadn't noticed me!he turned around, Better play the innocent bystander.
"Harry! I tried to stop him I swear!" he waved his arms, "He's too powerful!"
That bastard was smirking. He walked forward until he was nose to nose with the blonde, well almost, Draco was shorter than him by at least 4 inches.
Draco expected anything, shouts, yells, even hexes, but not. "Ah, I see." Harry turned and made his way in the opposite direction.
That went better than expected.
He smiled to himself. My plans always work.after gloating over his accomplishment for a good three minutes, he felt himself being magically levitated.
"Um..."was all he could think of saying as he drifted along the corridor. He looked around, there was no one in sight.
"Harry...?" he drifted down another corridor. "Harry!" he began to wiggle around, hoping it would cause it to break, it didn't.
"HARRY!" Now he was in a room, a very dull, ordinary room with a giant bed. "HARRY JAMES POTTER!"
He was dropped, surprisingly gently, onto the bed. And in came Harry.
"Leviosa." he said casually. The blonde was lifted into the air again. Another flick of his wrist and his bottom was bared.
He did not like where this was going.
He turned around and saw Potter with the same damned tube, moving towards him. ARGH! No sex for him...
The black haired boy came even closer.
Draco squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the painful process of having that giant tube stuck in him when...
"Done." he was dropped from the spell and he hastily fixed his clothes.
"What? It didn't hurt." Harry looked at him strangely.
"Why would it?" he asked, he looked so confused. "It's not like I stick this whole thing up your arse or anything."
Huh?
"You mean, you aren't supposed to stick the whole tube in me?" Harry laughed, clutching his sides.
"You." Wheeze, "thought," Wheeze wheeze, "That I was going to stick this giant thing in you?"
He laughed even harder. "You are only supposed to put the very tip in!" he looked at it. The tip was a lot smaller than the rest of it.
He suddenly felt very silly and embarrassed, so he decided to change the subject. "So is it a boy or a girl?"
Harry stopped laughing and looked at it, muttering something. It turned a bright blue.
Great, all we need is a mini Harry.
Harry was smiling brightly. He looked happier than he had ever seen him.
"I'm going to have a son." Tears of joy were leaking down his face, "I'm going to be the father of a baby boy."
He suddenly laughed, crying and laughing all at once. He reached over to the blonde and lifted him into his arms, squeezing him against his chest.
This little happy thing went on for a good twenty minutes before Harry pulled away.
"And now," he said, "It's time for revenge." he gulped, not liking where this was going.
"W-What do you mean?" Draco asked, Think like an innocent bystander, "What?"
"The whole Snape episode." he smirked again. Damn, he just loves seeing me uncomfortable.
Harry jumped, pinning him to the bed.
Well, I guess revenge could be worse.he panted and groaned, "But it definitely can't get any better.
"...and he's such a wonderful boy. Great guy, that one. Excellent at potions. I must say I've never seen anyone better. I would recommend...
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at Snape.
"What brought this on?" Snape's face went blank for a moment before he recovered.
"The boy said." he stated, as if that explained everything. He paused before continuing," A nice boy he is. I must say..."
Harry my boy,Dumbledore thought, scratching his chin thoughtfully, what have you done now...
"Ron, get out of there now!" he said something back that she couldn't quite hear. She sighed, this was getting ridiculous. He had been washing his eyes for the past four hours straight.
"That's it, I'm coming in there!" she yelled, stomping her foot. He didn't respond.
Argh!she thought angrily, heading into the boy's room, the things I do for him...
She glanced around at the shiny, freshly polished bathroom. Spilt water was covering the ground in front of one of the sinks. Her eyes trailed upwards to meet the freshly washed out eyes of Ron.
He screamed rather girlishly when he saw her. "Y-You can't be in here! This is a boy's bathroom!" she shrugged, obviously not concerned in the least.
"Ron, if you don't get your ass out of here now I will-" she was cut off by a sudden yelp from someone else, she turned around to see Neville Longbottom, standing there looking at her in fright.
"What are you doing here?" he looked to Ron, then blushed a bit, "Oh I see." he stood there, not moving, "Please, don't mind me, continue."
Hermione glared at him, Ron was blushing crimson. "I-It's not what you think!"
Neville just smirked, Slytherin like. Ron ran out of the room, Hermione glared some more.
"Now look what you did!" Neville didn't look sorry at all, just sighed in a weary way.
"And I didn't even get to see any action!" That made Hermione blush.
"I can't believe you!" she yelled at him, storming out of the room after Ron. Neville just stood there, a bit forlornly.
Aw man! I didn't even get to see them kiss!
Draco awoke, staring down at the peaceful face of Harry Potter.
He did it again! That manipulative bastard!
He flung the bed sheet off of him and hastily put on his robes.
I am so mad at him!
He was about to leave when he heard the sleepy voice of Harry asking, "Where are you going?"
"Out." Draco replied, shrugging on a satin coat, special made in Paris of course.
That got his attention. For someone who had just been half awake three seconds ago.
"What?" he asked, getting out of the bed and moving towards the blonde, "Where?" Draco glared at him and replied hotly.
"None of your bee's wax." Harry raised an eyebrow and began laughing, just what was so funny?
"You are just too cute!" Harry said, smiling brightly. Cute? Cute?! Cute! That's it, he is so going to get it.
"I am leaving." Harry just nodded and went back to lie on the bed. Isn't he supposed to be mad, raving, worried? Wondering where his love is going?
Harry yawned and snuggled into the covers.
Obviously not.
"I'm leaving." he said again, walking towards the door, "I'm leaving now. Right now. I'm nearing the door. Going, going. I'm getting closer. Almost there. Any second I'll be gone, never to be seen again..." Finally he stopped, turning around to glare at the black- haired boy.
"Don't you care!?" Harry just smirked.
"Even if you DID leave, I could find you. I have about six different tracking charms on you." Draco's jaw hit the floor.
"And when did this happen?" Harry just smiled at him sweetly.
"Well, the first two I put on you when we started dating..."
WHAT! Okay, if I wasn't going to kill him before I sure as hell am now.
"...the third was put on you after I saw you talking to that guy, Blaise." he said it hatefully. Am I missing something?
"And the fourth, fifth and sixth are from when you got pregnant, of course."
"WHAT! Take them off! Now!" he just sat there, looking way too amused for my liking. "Don't just sit there you ass, get to work!"
He leaned back into the downy pillows. "Sorry," he said, he could've at least appeared sorry! "Most of them are permanent."
Oh boy, Draco was furious. He just stood there seething, but he couldn't think of anything to say.
Damn Potter, I knew he was bad news, Baaaad, but noooo, I just had to take the freakin' possessive little...
He stormed out of the room, still keeping up with his little rant in his head. Eventually it turned into something like this.
...I hate my life. I really hate my life. I hate Potter too. I hate those stupid bunnies on the T.V. show...
Harry snuggled into the covers, deciding to wait a little while before going after his beloved.
tbc
Short, I know, but I'm lazy. Review please! Just so I know people are reading it.
"It'll only take a second, baby..." Harry said, inching forward.
"Potter, get the fuck away from me with that thing! I refuse to shove it up my arse!" Harry inched forward again. He was holding a tube like thing, which turned pink and blue, boy or girl, to show you what the gender of an unborn baby is. Problem- It had to be stuck up your arse.
"I'll be here for you." Harry said, moving closer.
"Get-The-Fuck-Away-From-Me!" he pushed himself against the wall. Harry moved closer. He tried to move back. The green-eyed boy moved closer.
Draco did the only thing he could think of at the time, he screamed.
There was the sound of running feet and pounding at the door. "Draco!"
Oh shit. Professor Snape.
There was a bang and the door caved in, landing on the floor.
"Draco, don't worry I'll-" he takes in the scene, "Draco! Why aren't you wearing any clothes!?" Draco blushed, grabbing a near b robe and wrapping it around himself.
He seemed to notice Potter then, standing by the side with a strange looking tube in his hand, sporting a hard-on.
Well, seems like he enjoyed seeing me naked just as much as torturing me with that tube like mechanism.
"POTTER!" Hoo boy, he was furious. You could just smell the steam coming from him. Having him as a godfather had its upsides. "I AM GOING TO MAKE SURE YOU'RE EXPELLED FOR THIS!"
Harry appeared to be in shock. Staring from the tube, to me, then to Snape. The Potion's professor moved forward, grabbing him by his collar and dragging him out of the room.
Well, at least I didn't have to shove that thing up my arse.
"...and I can ship you off to Azkaban..." Snape sounded as if he was enjoying this all too much.
Well I guess I will have to be like the hero I am and save Potter's sorry ass.Draco smirked, strolling out the dorm casually. I am always saving his ass. What would he do without me?
He ignored the voice that said it was his fault he was in trouble in the first place.
He rounded the corner.
They're getting pretty close to Dumbledore office. I better act now.but before he could make his grand entrance, Snape suddenly dropped Potter and looked around in confusion. "Who am I?" he asked.
Potter was smirking, what did he do to my godfather!?
"You are Professor Snape,"
Good, good, he's not trying anything.
"And you were just about to tell the Headmaster, Dumbledore, how great a student, I Harry Potter, am." Snape nodded, satisfied with that answer and proceded to the headmasters office.
He brushed himself off.
Wait, he doesn't have a wand! How did he...?he paused, thinking, Holy shit! My boyfriend is able to do wand less magic!
He was about to turn around and head back to his room when he heard him.
"Wait a minute Draco."
Ah! I was hoping he hadn't noticed me!he turned around, Better play the innocent bystander.
"Harry! I tried to stop him I swear!" he waved his arms, "He's too powerful!"
That bastard was smirking. He walked forward until he was nose to nose with the blonde, well almost, Draco was shorter than him by at least 4 inches.
Draco expected anything, shouts, yells, even hexes, but not. "Ah, I see." Harry turned and made his way in the opposite direction.
That went better than expected.
He smiled to himself. My plans always work.after gloating over his accomplishment for a good three minutes, he felt himself being magically levitated.
"Um..."was all he could think of saying as he drifted along the corridor. He looked around, there was no one in sight.
"Harry...?" he drifted down another corridor. "Harry!" he began to wiggle around, hoping it would cause it to break, it didn't.
"HARRY!" Now he was in a room, a very dull, ordinary room with a giant bed. "HARRY JAMES POTTER!"
He was dropped, surprisingly gently, onto the bed. And in came Harry.
"Leviosa." he said casually. The blonde was lifted into the air again. Another flick of his wrist and his bottom was bared.
He did not like where this was going.
He turned around and saw Potter with the same damned tube, moving towards him. ARGH! No sex for him...
The black haired boy came even closer.
Draco squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the painful process of having that giant tube stuck in him when...
"Done." he was dropped from the spell and he hastily fixed his clothes.
"What? It didn't hurt." Harry looked at him strangely.
"Why would it?" he asked, he looked so confused. "It's not like I stick this whole thing up your arse or anything."
Huh?
"You mean, you aren't supposed to stick the whole tube in me?" Harry laughed, clutching his sides.
"You." Wheeze, "thought," Wheeze wheeze, "That I was going to stick this giant thing in you?"
He laughed even harder. "You are only supposed to put the very tip in!" he looked at it. The tip was a lot smaller than the rest of it.
He suddenly felt very silly and embarrassed, so he decided to change the subject. "So is it a boy or a girl?"
Harry stopped laughing and looked at it, muttering something. It turned a bright blue.
Great, all we need is a mini Harry.
Harry was smiling brightly. He looked happier than he had ever seen him.
"I'm going to have a son." Tears of joy were leaking down his face, "I'm going to be the father of a baby boy."
He suddenly laughed, crying and laughing all at once. He reached over to the blonde and lifted him into his arms, squeezing him against his chest.
This little happy thing went on for a good twenty minutes before Harry pulled away.
"And now," he said, "It's time for revenge." he gulped, not liking where this was going.
"W-What do you mean?" Draco asked, Think like an innocent bystander, "What?"
"The whole Snape episode." he smirked again. Damn, he just loves seeing me uncomfortable.
Harry jumped, pinning him to the bed.
Well, I guess revenge could be worse.he panted and groaned, "But it definitely can't get any better.
"...and he's such a wonderful boy. Great guy, that one. Excellent at potions. I must say I've never seen anyone better. I would recommend...
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at Snape.
"What brought this on?" Snape's face went blank for a moment before he recovered.
"The boy said." he stated, as if that explained everything. He paused before continuing," A nice boy he is. I must say..."
Harry my boy,Dumbledore thought, scratching his chin thoughtfully, what have you done now...
"Ron, get out of there now!" he said something back that she couldn't quite hear. She sighed, this was getting ridiculous. He had been washing his eyes for the past four hours straight.
"That's it, I'm coming in there!" she yelled, stomping her foot. He didn't respond.
Argh!she thought angrily, heading into the boy's room, the things I do for him...
She glanced around at the shiny, freshly polished bathroom. Spilt water was covering the ground in front of one of the sinks. Her eyes trailed upwards to meet the freshly washed out eyes of Ron.
He screamed rather girlishly when he saw her. "Y-You can't be in here! This is a boy's bathroom!" she shrugged, obviously not concerned in the least.
"Ron, if you don't get your ass out of here now I will-" she was cut off by a sudden yelp from someone else, she turned around to see Neville Longbottom, standing there looking at her in fright.
"What are you doing here?" he looked to Ron, then blushed a bit, "Oh I see." he stood there, not moving, "Please, don't mind me, continue."
Hermione glared at him, Ron was blushing crimson. "I-It's not what you think!"
Neville just smirked, Slytherin like. Ron ran out of the room, Hermione glared some more.
"Now look what you did!" Neville didn't look sorry at all, just sighed in a weary way.
"And I didn't even get to see any action!" That made Hermione blush.
"I can't believe you!" she yelled at him, storming out of the room after Ron. Neville just stood there, a bit forlornly.
Aw man! I didn't even get to see them kiss!
Draco awoke, staring down at the peaceful face of Harry Potter.
He did it again! That manipulative bastard!
He flung the bed sheet off of him and hastily put on his robes.
I am so mad at him!
He was about to leave when he heard the sleepy voice of Harry asking, "Where are you going?"
"Out." Draco replied, shrugging on a satin coat, special made in Paris of course.
That got his attention. For someone who had just been half awake three seconds ago.
"What?" he asked, getting out of the bed and moving towards the blonde, "Where?" Draco glared at him and replied hotly.
"None of your bee's wax." Harry raised an eyebrow and began laughing, just what was so funny?
"You are just too cute!" Harry said, smiling brightly. Cute? Cute?! Cute! That's it, he is so going to get it.
"I am leaving." Harry just nodded and went back to lie on the bed. Isn't he supposed to be mad, raving, worried? Wondering where his love is going?
Harry yawned and snuggled into the covers.
Obviously not.
"I'm leaving." he said again, walking towards the door, "I'm leaving now. Right now. I'm nearing the door. Going, going. I'm getting closer. Almost there. Any second I'll be gone, never to be seen again..." Finally he stopped, turning around to glare at the black- haired boy.
"Don't you care!?" Harry just smirked.
"Even if you DID leave, I could find you. I have about six different tracking charms on you." Draco's jaw hit the floor.
"And when did this happen?" Harry just smiled at him sweetly.
"Well, the first two I put on you when we started dating..."
WHAT! Okay, if I wasn't going to kill him before I sure as hell am now.
"...the third was put on you after I saw you talking to that guy, Blaise." he said it hatefully. Am I missing something?
"And the fourth, fifth and sixth are from when you got pregnant, of course."
"WHAT! Take them off! Now!" he just sat there, looking way too amused for my liking. "Don't just sit there you ass, get to work!"
He leaned back into the downy pillows. "Sorry," he said, he could've at least appeared sorry! "Most of them are permanent."
Oh boy, Draco was furious. He just stood there seething, but he couldn't think of anything to say.
Damn Potter, I knew he was bad news, Baaaad, but noooo, I just had to take the freakin' possessive little...
He stormed out of the room, still keeping up with his little rant in his head. Eventually it turned into something like this.
...I hate my life. I really hate my life. I hate Potter too. I hate those stupid bunnies on the T.V. show...
Harry snuggled into the covers, deciding to wait a little while before going after his beloved.
tbc
Short, I know, but I'm lazy. Review please! Just so I know people are reading it.