Muggle Relations
Summary: Dumbledore has planned an excursion for the seventh years to improve Muggle/Wizard Relations. Results: Multiple Pairings
Warning: this is the result of three hours filled with pizza, coke, Orange Bacardi Breezers (sadly all that was available) and one computer.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: you'd think we own them by the way we *use* them, but alas we do not (much tears are shed), buuut, it doesn't stop us from having fun! (rubs hands together, cackling evilly).
A/N: Soooo our faithful reviewers. You have responded to our call rather enthusiastically, for which we are eternally grateful.
WretchedWriter: glad you like it soo much.
pitchic05: don't worry, more harry/draco to come
Fallen Angel: you asked, and you received!
Harry Pothead: you always manage to make us piss ourselves laughing. thankyou muchly for the numerous reviews. you definitely contributed into making the 15 reviews
Ranma Hiqurashi: hope you like our fashion sense.
Gaby: yes, we can soo see Draco being like Carson from Queer Eye. *ideas formulating*
whoeveriwant: Thanks for putting us on ur favlist. and yes, i believe we got about 21 reviews. definitely made it.
Zaeria: big review. thankyou. but what you put forward - these are the questions we ask ourselves. hopefully some of them will be answered soon! hope you like.
SilverDreams04: not to worry we're keeping up this story/smut for a bit longer (however, its not likely to reach 10 chaps.)
Snake-Boi: lol. YES YOU HAVE TO REVIEW!!! grins *maniacally* we'd put more detail in except, well, we don't want to be kicked off. *pouts*
sapphire-wolf1: just wait and see what happens to "poor hermione". and yes, you could say drake and Haz are getting along really well!!!
Justxme: Hello!! this is Evil Story Penguins - u are soooo bloody lucky i was 'unavailable' last week...... hopefully we can convert you!!!!
sexluvr: nice name. thanx
kate: thanks!
2 snitches and a wand: horny bastards? just you wait.
Craw/Brad: not to worry they go shopping!!!! thanks
ejigga1111: you can be evil too huh? don't start something u can't finish!!! we are certifiably insane, coupled with being evil!! we can out evil ANYONE!!!!!!!!!!! (GO SHELDON - Bows down to Snippy and Snarky who say they're updating before February)
zen kitten: not daring just demanding!!!! lol. thankyou for your contribution.
cutiepie 73: thankyou for just wishing to review 15 times. go doggie!!!!!
AND SOOOOOO, the new chapter:
GO READ IT!!!! Then REVIEW IT!!
Chapter 5: SHOPPING!!
"No Draco. Not that shop. No. NO. . . . . oh fuck."
"Try this. This, and this, and ummm. . . .this. Oh My God, and this, this, this, this, not to sure about this, but go for it anyway. Change room now. I'll be back in a minute."
"Why? Where are you going?"
"To get more, dumbass."
"This is going to be a long day." Harry muttered as he took the long procession to the change room. He wasn't in there for more than two minutes when Draco returned with another 3 armfulls of clothes.
"Come on! You should be on shirt number three by now. Or do I need to dress you?"
"Either way!"
"Damn it Harry. Work with me here!" Draco got into the small cubicle and grabbed the first shirt he put his hands on, and proceeded to dress the stunned Gryffindor.
A few minutes later and with various clothing articles being thrown out into the showroom, a shop assistant came over and knocked on the door. "Are you two boys alright in there?"
"HE'S FINE. HE'S JUST BEING DIFFICULT." Draco snapped, as another shirt was thrown over the door and landed on the assistant. The shop assistant gathered some of the disposed shirts and continued her job.
After finding two shirts suitable in the entire Shop's Stock, they moved out into the street. Three shops and only one shirt later, Harry paled at the sign "Leather & Co".
"Let's go this way Draco." Harry desperately tried to lead Draco the other way and not let him see the sign.
"Why? What's over there?" Draco struggled against Harry and finally succeeded. All that resulted was an Evil Laugh that gradually got louder. "Come on Harry."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Harry wailed as he desperately tried to run away. All in vain however. Draco had a good hold on him. In a last attempt at freedom, Harry screamed "I DON'T LOOK GOOD IN LEATHER!"
"And how do you know? Ever tried it?"
"Well. . . . . . . No. Hermione said I wouldn't." Harry whispered. Draco was not happy.
"I have one piece of advice I'd like you to keep in mind for the rest of your life. NEVER LISTEN TO HERMIONE!!! EVER."
"Yes Draco." A small voice said.
Draco took advantage of the passive Harry and easily threw him into the store. Literally. Draco entered himself and walked straight up to the desk.
"Hi. Can I have one of everything brought to one of the stalls please."
Harry however was still trying to drag himself off the floor, and so missed the request.
"Shall we get started Harry?" Draco said kindly as he gently moved Harry into one of the stalls. Harry was afraid. Nice Draco was Terrifying.
Harry began the long line of trying on clothes as Draco stood just outside the stall buffing his already perfectly manicured nails. What he heard next shocked him.
"Hey. These aren't too bad."
"Harry?" Draco said softly as he parted the curtain. Harry was admiring himself in the mirrors. Especially his arse.
"I want these! And this jacket."
Draco just stared back in shock.
"Oh My God. And I wanna try a pair of those boots. Draco? Wake up Drake. Go get 'em please."
"Merlin. What have I done?" Draco said dead pan, terrified as to what he'd created.
Walking out the store with a full length jacket, 3 sets of the pants Harry loved and the boots in Draco's hands, Harry stopped dead. Eyes dead ahead on the tattoo parlour.
"No Harry. Not that shop. No. NO. . . . . oh fuck." Draco shook his head, thinking: *why do I have this strange sense of Déjà vu?*
But it was too late. Harry was gone.
Draco reluctantly ran after the Boy Who Bolted To The Tattoo Parlour, to find him already looking at the walls with the different designs. It became apparent soon enough that he'd already chosen the tattoos and piercings and yet he kept looking.
"And he'll be having that one and I reckon a nipple ring."
"Right o!"
"WHAT!!!!!!!!!! No no no nononononono. Nobody is branding me let alone piercing me!!!!!!!!!!"
"Chicken!"
"I am not!"
"Are to!"
"AM NOT!"
"R 2!"
"R NOT!!"
"YES you are!"
"Ah, Sorry to interrupt the domestic, but would you like to come this way?" The body artist interrupted. Harry looked down at Draco and as he just wouldn't budge, he started acting like a chicken, squawking and carrying on. Draco was at about boiling point.
"FINE! You! Get your arse in there and let's get this over with!" He yelled at the tattooist. He turned to Harry, "BUT YOU'RE COMING WITH ME!"
"Want me to hold your hand, Sweetie?"
"Shut THE FUCK up, Potter."
"It doesn't hurt that much, Draky."
"What the fuck are you on about. YOU WERE DRUNK."
"Oh yeah. Forgot about that." Harry laughed to himself.
The tattooist held up the needle, "Who's first?"
They both pointed to each other.
"How bout you go first to show Blondie it's not that bad." He pointed to Harry.
"Yeah, Haz. Show me how brave the Hero is."
Harry just glared, as he jumped into the leather seat.
"What are you getting done then?"
"Tongue and lip."
The tattooist just smiled manically. "Shall we go the tongue first, then? What kind of stud you want?"
"Whatever."
"Is potty getting scared now?" Draco spoke up from the corner.
"Shut it Drake."
"Ready?" Too bad if he wasn't. The tattooist had already pulled the trigger.
"FUCK. YOU ARTHHOLE."
"Sorry. What was that mate?" The manic grin of the tattooist only made Harry shittier. "Ready for the lip?"
Harry glared.
"I'll take that as a yes then." He got ready for the next round. Minutes later, Harry was still shity and Draco was doubled up with laughter.
"Right o matey. You're next Blondie."
"Yeah right." Draco made a run for it.
But Harry was faster and dragged him to the ground. Literally picking up the struggling Slytherin, he chucked him in the chair, ripped his shirt off and held him down ready.
"So he's getting a nipple done, hey?" The tattooist held the gun in plain view of Draco, who went a very unhealthy shade of see-through pale.
"Trust me mate. You'll be in a lot less pain than him straddling you." Draco got a little bit more colour in him; though the grin he got from the man with the gun was hardly reassuring.
After ten minutes of screaming and swearing and Harry holding the blonde back, the piercings were over. Next were the tattoos.
"You can go first Draco. You've only got the one to go."
Draco growled as he was again forcefully manoeuvred into the chair by Harry and the big tattoo dude. This time the tattooist had another gun with some type of cord attached to the base and a fine needle at the end. He took a hold of Draco's arm and (from probably a long time's experience) held on tightly as he was about to begin. However, before he really got anywhere near his arm, Draco started screaming bloody murder.
"Get *away* from me you FREAKIN MUGGLE. HARRY, YOU'RE GOING TO BLOODY DIE!!! I'M GOING TO CUT YOUR HEART OUT WITH A SPOON!! PAIN! LOTS OF PAIN!" (Go alan rickman in robin hood)
Harry just shook his head as he went into the danger zone and placed a hand over Draco's mouth in the hopes of shutting him up. However, this only made the screaming muffled. You have no idea the restraint Harry showed as he refrained from casting the full body bind curse and a silencing charm. That restraint was going to break any minute though.
One hour later, and many requests made from 'Bob' to knock him out, Draco finally had a tattoo. On his left upper arm was a black set of angel's wings, the ends pointing upwards. The area around it was a little red, but you'd think his arm had been ripped off with the way that Draco continued to curse everything in site (sans magic of course).
After a deep, long breathe, Draco managed to calm down to a degree and kindly informed Harry that it was now his turn. Suddenly 'Bob' reappeared from a door and motioned to a table; obviously thinking it now safe that another domestic was over.
"Thut up Dwaco." Harry made his way over to the table and sat down.
"So what are we getting done, mate?"
"Left thoulder. The thword with the sthnake around it."
"Oh yeah, I know the one you mean, you want to sit up or lay on the table?"
Draco glared at the connotations that could be made from the question.
"Whath everth easthy for you."
"Eh. Table. Left shoulder was it?"
Harry nodded as he just jumped up on the table, not needing to take his shirt off because he still hadn't been able to keep one on whilst the shopping spree adventure, thing, with Draco. He took the pain rather well, the occasional whimper was all that made it out of his mouth.
Draco was just staring in shock. "HOW the FUCK can you take that?"
"My reputathon."
"You're what?" Draco looked at him questioningly.
"Tom Riddle, ring any bellths?"
"Ahhh." Draco put two and two together. "Aren't we the Hero then?"
Harry just growled as he laid his head back on the table. Soon after, 'Bob' announced that he'd finished and allowed Harry to look in the mirror.
"Coowl." Harry looked at the similar sword to Godric's and the green serpent that encircled it.
"Were you getting anything else?" 'Bob' interrupted.
"Yeah. Buth he'th not allowed to sthee it."
"Right o. You wanna wait out side then?" Draco just looked over at Harry curiously before making his way out of the backroom and into the reception area where all the tattoos were displayed.
Half a boring hour later, Harry returned and payed for their new art and they left the store.
"Thisth fucking hursth."
"No DUH!, wonder boy. Lets go."
They continued to window browse for the next five minutes, (Harry the one dragging Draco around) but suddenly Harry stopped.
"Fuck thisth." He dragged Draco down a side street and pulled out his wand.
Chucking healing spells around for a while, they finally re-emerged when the pain and swelling had gone.
"Well, that's a whole lot better." Harry commented as his speech had been returned to a semi-normal state. He never mentioned that he was still a little tender in the gluteal regions.
"So. How bout we go back to the hotel?" Draco looked mischievously as he grabbed Harry by the arse and pulled him flush against him.
Harry winced.
"You alright?"
"Never better." Harry gritted out.
Draco looked a little concerned before he dragged him back to the hotel.
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"Harry where have you been? Why are you carrying so many shopping bags? Where's your shirt? What the hell is that? When did you get that? Why did you get that?" Hermione looked indignant. Ron just stood there staring at the ceiling, not noticing anything take place.
Harry looked at her a minute before replying:
"Shopping with Draco. Cos he made me. In a pile of ashes. It's a tattoo. And hour ago. Cos I felt like it."
"Excuse me. Must go!" Draco pushed through past Hermione and guided Harry into the lift.
"Malfoy? MALFOY!!!!!!!!!" Was heard but ignored as the doors closed.
"Now then, Mr Potter. What are you hiding from me?"
"You'll have to find out!" Harry grinned evilly.
"Is that so?" Draco countered in a calm voice that scared the crap out of the Boy-Who-Lived-to-Survive-Voldemort.
With the little *Bing* that signified the lift had arrived, Draco took Harry's arm and dragged him down the corridor to their room. Bags were flung inside as Draco pushed him up against the door that had just closed, and proceeded to snog him silly.
As what usually happened in such situations with the two boys, they became naked rather quickly and Draco took the chance to check him over for the little secret. Turning the raven haired Gryffindor around, he found what he was looking for.
"FUCKING HELL, HARRY!!!"
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BWAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH, just what was that last tattoo?? And why did Draco react the way he did????
You'll find out soon. However, this weeks request (PRETTY PLEASE)
We cordially ask for 25 reviews for this chapter. YOU LOT ARE CATCHING UP!! We've only just finished chappie 7. you guys are catching up way too quickly. Hopefully we might be able to finish more this weekend. In the mean time, get reviewin!!!!!
Summary: Dumbledore has planned an excursion for the seventh years to improve Muggle/Wizard Relations. Results: Multiple Pairings
Warning: this is the result of three hours filled with pizza, coke, Orange Bacardi Breezers (sadly all that was available) and one computer.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: you'd think we own them by the way we *use* them, but alas we do not (much tears are shed), buuut, it doesn't stop us from having fun! (rubs hands together, cackling evilly).
A/N: Soooo our faithful reviewers. You have responded to our call rather enthusiastically, for which we are eternally grateful.
WretchedWriter: glad you like it soo much.
pitchic05: don't worry, more harry/draco to come
Fallen Angel: you asked, and you received!
Harry Pothead: you always manage to make us piss ourselves laughing. thankyou muchly for the numerous reviews. you definitely contributed into making the 15 reviews
Ranma Hiqurashi: hope you like our fashion sense.
Gaby: yes, we can soo see Draco being like Carson from Queer Eye. *ideas formulating*
whoeveriwant: Thanks for putting us on ur favlist. and yes, i believe we got about 21 reviews. definitely made it.
Zaeria: big review. thankyou. but what you put forward - these are the questions we ask ourselves. hopefully some of them will be answered soon! hope you like.
SilverDreams04: not to worry we're keeping up this story/smut for a bit longer (however, its not likely to reach 10 chaps.)
Snake-Boi: lol. YES YOU HAVE TO REVIEW!!! grins *maniacally* we'd put more detail in except, well, we don't want to be kicked off. *pouts*
sapphire-wolf1: just wait and see what happens to "poor hermione". and yes, you could say drake and Haz are getting along really well!!!
Justxme: Hello!! this is Evil Story Penguins - u are soooo bloody lucky i was 'unavailable' last week...... hopefully we can convert you!!!!
sexluvr: nice name. thanx
kate: thanks!
2 snitches and a wand: horny bastards? just you wait.
Craw/Brad: not to worry they go shopping!!!! thanks
ejigga1111: you can be evil too huh? don't start something u can't finish!!! we are certifiably insane, coupled with being evil!! we can out evil ANYONE!!!!!!!!!!! (GO SHELDON - Bows down to Snippy and Snarky who say they're updating before February)
zen kitten: not daring just demanding!!!! lol. thankyou for your contribution.
cutiepie 73: thankyou for just wishing to review 15 times. go doggie!!!!!
AND SOOOOOO, the new chapter:
GO READ IT!!!! Then REVIEW IT!!
Chapter 5: SHOPPING!!
"No Draco. Not that shop. No. NO. . . . . oh fuck."
"Try this. This, and this, and ummm. . . .this. Oh My God, and this, this, this, this, not to sure about this, but go for it anyway. Change room now. I'll be back in a minute."
"Why? Where are you going?"
"To get more, dumbass."
"This is going to be a long day." Harry muttered as he took the long procession to the change room. He wasn't in there for more than two minutes when Draco returned with another 3 armfulls of clothes.
"Come on! You should be on shirt number three by now. Or do I need to dress you?"
"Either way!"
"Damn it Harry. Work with me here!" Draco got into the small cubicle and grabbed the first shirt he put his hands on, and proceeded to dress the stunned Gryffindor.
A few minutes later and with various clothing articles being thrown out into the showroom, a shop assistant came over and knocked on the door. "Are you two boys alright in there?"
"HE'S FINE. HE'S JUST BEING DIFFICULT." Draco snapped, as another shirt was thrown over the door and landed on the assistant. The shop assistant gathered some of the disposed shirts and continued her job.
After finding two shirts suitable in the entire Shop's Stock, they moved out into the street. Three shops and only one shirt later, Harry paled at the sign "Leather & Co".
"Let's go this way Draco." Harry desperately tried to lead Draco the other way and not let him see the sign.
"Why? What's over there?" Draco struggled against Harry and finally succeeded. All that resulted was an Evil Laugh that gradually got louder. "Come on Harry."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Harry wailed as he desperately tried to run away. All in vain however. Draco had a good hold on him. In a last attempt at freedom, Harry screamed "I DON'T LOOK GOOD IN LEATHER!"
"And how do you know? Ever tried it?"
"Well. . . . . . . No. Hermione said I wouldn't." Harry whispered. Draco was not happy.
"I have one piece of advice I'd like you to keep in mind for the rest of your life. NEVER LISTEN TO HERMIONE!!! EVER."
"Yes Draco." A small voice said.
Draco took advantage of the passive Harry and easily threw him into the store. Literally. Draco entered himself and walked straight up to the desk.
"Hi. Can I have one of everything brought to one of the stalls please."
Harry however was still trying to drag himself off the floor, and so missed the request.
"Shall we get started Harry?" Draco said kindly as he gently moved Harry into one of the stalls. Harry was afraid. Nice Draco was Terrifying.
Harry began the long line of trying on clothes as Draco stood just outside the stall buffing his already perfectly manicured nails. What he heard next shocked him.
"Hey. These aren't too bad."
"Harry?" Draco said softly as he parted the curtain. Harry was admiring himself in the mirrors. Especially his arse.
"I want these! And this jacket."
Draco just stared back in shock.
"Oh My God. And I wanna try a pair of those boots. Draco? Wake up Drake. Go get 'em please."
"Merlin. What have I done?" Draco said dead pan, terrified as to what he'd created.
Walking out the store with a full length jacket, 3 sets of the pants Harry loved and the boots in Draco's hands, Harry stopped dead. Eyes dead ahead on the tattoo parlour.
"No Harry. Not that shop. No. NO. . . . . oh fuck." Draco shook his head, thinking: *why do I have this strange sense of Déjà vu?*
But it was too late. Harry was gone.
Draco reluctantly ran after the Boy Who Bolted To The Tattoo Parlour, to find him already looking at the walls with the different designs. It became apparent soon enough that he'd already chosen the tattoos and piercings and yet he kept looking.
"And he'll be having that one and I reckon a nipple ring."
"Right o!"
"WHAT!!!!!!!!!! No no no nononononono. Nobody is branding me let alone piercing me!!!!!!!!!!"
"Chicken!"
"I am not!"
"Are to!"
"AM NOT!"
"R 2!"
"R NOT!!"
"YES you are!"
"Ah, Sorry to interrupt the domestic, but would you like to come this way?" The body artist interrupted. Harry looked down at Draco and as he just wouldn't budge, he started acting like a chicken, squawking and carrying on. Draco was at about boiling point.
"FINE! You! Get your arse in there and let's get this over with!" He yelled at the tattooist. He turned to Harry, "BUT YOU'RE COMING WITH ME!"
"Want me to hold your hand, Sweetie?"
"Shut THE FUCK up, Potter."
"It doesn't hurt that much, Draky."
"What the fuck are you on about. YOU WERE DRUNK."
"Oh yeah. Forgot about that." Harry laughed to himself.
The tattooist held up the needle, "Who's first?"
They both pointed to each other.
"How bout you go first to show Blondie it's not that bad." He pointed to Harry.
"Yeah, Haz. Show me how brave the Hero is."
Harry just glared, as he jumped into the leather seat.
"What are you getting done then?"
"Tongue and lip."
The tattooist just smiled manically. "Shall we go the tongue first, then? What kind of stud you want?"
"Whatever."
"Is potty getting scared now?" Draco spoke up from the corner.
"Shut it Drake."
"Ready?" Too bad if he wasn't. The tattooist had already pulled the trigger.
"FUCK. YOU ARTHHOLE."
"Sorry. What was that mate?" The manic grin of the tattooist only made Harry shittier. "Ready for the lip?"
Harry glared.
"I'll take that as a yes then." He got ready for the next round. Minutes later, Harry was still shity and Draco was doubled up with laughter.
"Right o matey. You're next Blondie."
"Yeah right." Draco made a run for it.
But Harry was faster and dragged him to the ground. Literally picking up the struggling Slytherin, he chucked him in the chair, ripped his shirt off and held him down ready.
"So he's getting a nipple done, hey?" The tattooist held the gun in plain view of Draco, who went a very unhealthy shade of see-through pale.
"Trust me mate. You'll be in a lot less pain than him straddling you." Draco got a little bit more colour in him; though the grin he got from the man with the gun was hardly reassuring.
After ten minutes of screaming and swearing and Harry holding the blonde back, the piercings were over. Next were the tattoos.
"You can go first Draco. You've only got the one to go."
Draco growled as he was again forcefully manoeuvred into the chair by Harry and the big tattoo dude. This time the tattooist had another gun with some type of cord attached to the base and a fine needle at the end. He took a hold of Draco's arm and (from probably a long time's experience) held on tightly as he was about to begin. However, before he really got anywhere near his arm, Draco started screaming bloody murder.
"Get *away* from me you FREAKIN MUGGLE. HARRY, YOU'RE GOING TO BLOODY DIE!!! I'M GOING TO CUT YOUR HEART OUT WITH A SPOON!! PAIN! LOTS OF PAIN!" (Go alan rickman in robin hood)
Harry just shook his head as he went into the danger zone and placed a hand over Draco's mouth in the hopes of shutting him up. However, this only made the screaming muffled. You have no idea the restraint Harry showed as he refrained from casting the full body bind curse and a silencing charm. That restraint was going to break any minute though.
One hour later, and many requests made from 'Bob' to knock him out, Draco finally had a tattoo. On his left upper arm was a black set of angel's wings, the ends pointing upwards. The area around it was a little red, but you'd think his arm had been ripped off with the way that Draco continued to curse everything in site (sans magic of course).
After a deep, long breathe, Draco managed to calm down to a degree and kindly informed Harry that it was now his turn. Suddenly 'Bob' reappeared from a door and motioned to a table; obviously thinking it now safe that another domestic was over.
"Thut up Dwaco." Harry made his way over to the table and sat down.
"So what are we getting done, mate?"
"Left thoulder. The thword with the sthnake around it."
"Oh yeah, I know the one you mean, you want to sit up or lay on the table?"
Draco glared at the connotations that could be made from the question.
"Whath everth easthy for you."
"Eh. Table. Left shoulder was it?"
Harry nodded as he just jumped up on the table, not needing to take his shirt off because he still hadn't been able to keep one on whilst the shopping spree adventure, thing, with Draco. He took the pain rather well, the occasional whimper was all that made it out of his mouth.
Draco was just staring in shock. "HOW the FUCK can you take that?"
"My reputathon."
"You're what?" Draco looked at him questioningly.
"Tom Riddle, ring any bellths?"
"Ahhh." Draco put two and two together. "Aren't we the Hero then?"
Harry just growled as he laid his head back on the table. Soon after, 'Bob' announced that he'd finished and allowed Harry to look in the mirror.
"Coowl." Harry looked at the similar sword to Godric's and the green serpent that encircled it.
"Were you getting anything else?" 'Bob' interrupted.
"Yeah. Buth he'th not allowed to sthee it."
"Right o. You wanna wait out side then?" Draco just looked over at Harry curiously before making his way out of the backroom and into the reception area where all the tattoos were displayed.
Half a boring hour later, Harry returned and payed for their new art and they left the store.
"Thisth fucking hursth."
"No DUH!, wonder boy. Lets go."
They continued to window browse for the next five minutes, (Harry the one dragging Draco around) but suddenly Harry stopped.
"Fuck thisth." He dragged Draco down a side street and pulled out his wand.
Chucking healing spells around for a while, they finally re-emerged when the pain and swelling had gone.
"Well, that's a whole lot better." Harry commented as his speech had been returned to a semi-normal state. He never mentioned that he was still a little tender in the gluteal regions.
"So. How bout we go back to the hotel?" Draco looked mischievously as he grabbed Harry by the arse and pulled him flush against him.
Harry winced.
"You alright?"
"Never better." Harry gritted out.
Draco looked a little concerned before he dragged him back to the hotel.
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"Harry where have you been? Why are you carrying so many shopping bags? Where's your shirt? What the hell is that? When did you get that? Why did you get that?" Hermione looked indignant. Ron just stood there staring at the ceiling, not noticing anything take place.
Harry looked at her a minute before replying:
"Shopping with Draco. Cos he made me. In a pile of ashes. It's a tattoo. And hour ago. Cos I felt like it."
"Excuse me. Must go!" Draco pushed through past Hermione and guided Harry into the lift.
"Malfoy? MALFOY!!!!!!!!!" Was heard but ignored as the doors closed.
"Now then, Mr Potter. What are you hiding from me?"
"You'll have to find out!" Harry grinned evilly.
"Is that so?" Draco countered in a calm voice that scared the crap out of the Boy-Who-Lived-to-Survive-Voldemort.
With the little *Bing* that signified the lift had arrived, Draco took Harry's arm and dragged him down the corridor to their room. Bags were flung inside as Draco pushed him up against the door that had just closed, and proceeded to snog him silly.
As what usually happened in such situations with the two boys, they became naked rather quickly and Draco took the chance to check him over for the little secret. Turning the raven haired Gryffindor around, he found what he was looking for.
"FUCKING HELL, HARRY!!!"
***********************
BWAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH, just what was that last tattoo?? And why did Draco react the way he did????
You'll find out soon. However, this weeks request (PRETTY PLEASE)
We cordially ask for 25 reviews for this chapter. YOU LOT ARE CATCHING UP!! We've only just finished chappie 7. you guys are catching up way too quickly. Hopefully we might be able to finish more this weekend. In the mean time, get reviewin!!!!!