Alright I had to baby-sit, strangely enough the perfect environment for me to write so I have another chapter pour vous. Quite long too! (Hey, I'm proud of myself...Well I didn't want to chop it up into 2) I already started writing the next one but I think I'm going to need a bit of –ahem- encouragement before I finish it, but it leads closer to what you guys seem to want.

c[R]ud[E]dly, you read my mind. When I get around to it (and I will notify you guys) I'm gonna post this on or ink stained fingers with a racier version (Like I'll definitely add another chapter between 7 and 8) because to tell you the truth, the other stories I've written have all been NC-17 esque so I wasn't sure what I could get away with on here. (The one story I put on here the very first day I got warned for so I was like eep).

I don't get the whole there can be "rated R" but no further or whatever...I mean I doubt half of us are "old enough" to be reading the stuff we do but who cares? We're the ones who are responsible for "fucking up our minds with this junk" meaning "inspiring us with this lovely slash" you know?

Anyways...on with the fic!

Cassie x

Chapter 20

"Wake up fudge packer, you're gonna get us a detention with Snape if we're late," Crabbe growled to the nearly out cold Draco, fast asleep next to his plate.

"Mhmmm...I'm up. I'm up," he snarled to the poking. Quickly snapping out of his state, he stood up sharply and adjusted his robes, wiping his mouth to capture any escaping drool. His clouded light blue eyes cleared and, checking the time, they indeed were going to be late if they didn't leave the scarce hall soon.

"Hey Drac," Pansy coaxed, nudging the exhausted Draco as they were heading down the stairs. She whispered so Crabbe and Goyle, who were far in front, wouldn't hear, "What's up? When did you get in last night? I went up at midnight and..."

"What did you think I was doing?" Draco intonated, also in a hushed tone.

Pansy raised her eyebrows, "Another one? Thought you were going to the library..." she added cautiously.

"Met someone on the way..." he said nonchalantly.

"Another go right after that redhead Hufflepuff in the History of Magic room?" she asked astounded.

"Well I had the detention with Sprout to recover," he commented. "How could I resist?" he posed smirking.

She stared at him incredulously, "You fit all of that in? Damn I wish I could multi-task like that...I'd be head of the class with that ethic!"

Draco shrugged, trying to look composed, but a yawn interrupted his cause, "I sure was a busy one last night."

"Did you get to finish your potions?" she asked with warning.

He yawned again, so overwhelmingly that he almost faltered on the steps to the dungeons, "Yeah at like three this morning. I've only got about two hours of sleep. I don't even remember what I wrote."

"Yikes...well don't fall asleep during potions," she murmured as they entered said class, which already was in process.

"Weasley, stop stirring. You are spilling all over," Snape observed, making his normal rounds.

The four Slytherins blew their cover as they snickered at the Gryffindor.

"Ah, finally decided to join us Parkinson, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle," the professor announced. He looked them down sternly. "Reports?" he asked, holding out his hand. The four fumbled through their robes, finding the parchments and handing them over.

"Looks like yours will be the first graded. Don't have this happen again. Continue on your potions from Friday," he ordered sharply before hurriedly making his way up the aisle.

Meanwhile, Ron took Snape's distraction to grab the ingredients he forgot earlier. A boy followed and grabbed his bum when he came up behind the redhead. "Ready?" he whispered in his ear, stifling a laugh.

Ron sharply inhaled at the intrusion and consciously told himself not to drop the gillyweed. "Yeah," he responded, exhaling at the recognition of the voice of Seamus behind him. "What class does he have next?"

Seamus was pretending to look for a caterpillar. "Some advanced muggle study on the second floor...we can catch him there," he responded.

"Think he was jealous enough after breakfast?" Ron commented, snorting.

"Gods, did you see the look on his face? He was like, gawking at us!" Seamus replied, fully beaming.

Ron's mind replayed the incident in the Great Hall and couldn't stifle a laugh, which catalyzed the both of them into a giggling fit. Snape's proximity easily picked up the disturbance and he cleared his throat behind them.

"If you two are finished acting like first years and disrupting the entire class..." he began with a snarl. "You will take your seats with ten less points to your houses each. Now I will go back to grading your reports so any more slip-ups will result in a detention," the professor stated resolutely before sitting down.

The Slytherins and Gryffindors quickly complied and went to their separate tables to continue their potions.

Malfoy, who decided to rest his head as they were already done, was woken up yet again by Crabbe. "Come on, Snape wants to see us," he whispered, shoving him off his chair. Draco, fortunately, caught himself and followed his partner to Snape's desk.

"Now, which one of you wrote the report on Scintillating Solution and who had Wit-Sharpening Potion? Neither of you bothered to write your names on them," he remarked.

Draco groggily raised his hand halfheartedly, "Wit-Sharpening." Pointing to Crabbe he said, "Scintillating," stifling a yawn.

"Very well. Have you two finished your potion already?" he inquired, folding his hands.

"Yes sir," Crabbe replied.

Snape sighed. "Alright, you may go back and silently," he emphasized, "Start on our next assignment, Chapter 4."

The Slytherins nodded in acquiesce and made their way back to their table. Crabbe, checking to see that Snape went back to his reports, slid his hand across Ron and Harry's table, knocking over several ingredients.

"Cocksucker," Crabbe sneered under his breath, continuing his stride.

Ron hastily stood up, enraged. "What the..." he snapped.

"Weasley," Snape's voice boomed. "What did I say about disrupt..."

Seamus interjected, "Professor it was Crabbe..."

"Disrupting," Snape finalized, "Same for you Mr. Finnegan. Detentions for the both of you today."

Ron sighed vociferously and tried to clean up the mess. Harry gave him a look of warning before he turned to sneer at Malfoy and Crabbe.

Opening his text, Draco felt eyes upon him. Piercing green; Potter. The Gryffindor mouthed "sod off" and scowled intensely. Draco mouthed back "it was Crabbe, not me" to get Harry to "leave me out of this" as he added on. Harry just rolled his eyes before turning back to help Ron.

Draco looked back at Crabbe to see him laughing to a few other Slytherins. He slightly frowned at the situation, before shaking his head and thoughts of pity to justification and he smirked.

Sighing, he placed his head in his hands over the book, pretending to read. He could get an undisturbed nap during the next period, but a few more minutes couldn't hurt, he decided. He needed as much as he could for practice and he had more "requests to fulfill" tonight by various invitations he was still getting sent.

"Malfoy," Snape growled for the third time.

Sitting up, he awoke sharply, "Sir?" he asked weakly.

"See me at my desk," he responded.

Apprehensively, Draco got up, being half shoved into the aisle by Goyle. He looked down on the professor's desk and opened his mouth to apologize. "Malfoy," he cut in. "I don't care about you dire need for beauty sleep. Did you complete your report?" he asked intently.

Draco looked around, confused. "Yes, sir. Finished all three feet last night...it's all there right?" he gulped.

"You did meet the requirement lengthwise but do you remember how you ended it?" Snape asked, peering at the bottom of it.

Draco cleared his throat, "Sir, it was late. I'm not all too sure I do..." he said wearily.

"The last five inches say, 'I hate Weasley' written over and over..." Draco stole a glance to the Gryffindor, who was concentrating on cutting, his pink tongue barely sticking out his mouth. "...and I do realize," Snape continued. Draco's head snapped back to his report. "...that you two have had an interesting relationship the past week. Even though this was amusing to read, I must say it is incomplete. You have practice today, am I correct?" Draco nodded. "I won't give you a detention then. Nevertheless, come to my room later today to help me before Quidditch. The first years keep stealing my ginger root. Be an extra set of eyes during their class and we'll consider the essay thorough and well-researched, alright?"

"Yes, sir," Draco complied, smiling.

Snape nodded, "Very well." Raising his voice, he dismissed the class. "Finnegan...Weasley...your slips," he prompted before they could exit the classroom. The two sulked over and smiled weakly, taking the passes to their detention.

Immediately upon exiting, Seamus scowled, "Fucking hell, bet you he'll make us clean without our wands...that's what I always have to do."

"Yeah that really does suck. I am going to kill Crabbe..." Harry chimed in before asking Hermoine a question.

Ron was going to add to that death thread before an idea popped into his head. "Actually this detention might be a bit of fun," he said quietly to Seamus. "There's this thing I've wanted to try out that I'm sure you'll like," he drew out in the brunette's ear, putting his arm around his shoulder. "Harry, you have off this afternoon right?" he asked impatiently, interrupting Hermoine.

"Yeah, why?" Harry answered.

"Good, lend me your wand."

"Nice of you to show up, Malfoy." Snape interrupted his lecturing upon seeing the Slytherin enter. "Now as long as you stick to these rules and follow your text, you should be fine. Commence," he ordered the class.

Draco made his way through the manic first years to the professor's desk. "Sorry Snape, McGonagall made me stay after. A minute for every time she caught me asleep in her class."

"You certainly were catching up then. Rested for practice?" Snape inquired.

He nodded, "Yeah, quite."

"That's all that matters then," he responded seemingly not upset. "I've finished grading your year's reports for now. They were so terrible that I just have to take a break. I'll be fine with the class but you can do a brief inventory of my assorted roots and then go off for a rest before practice," he suggested.

"Thanks, sir," Draco said breathlessly, not realizing he had been holding his breath.

"Oh, I have a detention with students cleaning cauldrons," he briefly smiled, "So stay out of there," he warned.

Upon entering the stock room he completed his task as quickly as possible and headed to the cauldron room. He couldn't help but see who was in there; it would be fun to torture the younger ones.

His smirk faded, however, when no one was in the room. He figured they must have finished but before heading back he briefly thought he heard a grunt. He walked to where he thought he heard it and the noises intensified. His eyes settled on the purple cauldron to his left that was so familiar to him and became conscious of activity going on. It included the opposite of getting things clean.

Several questions were being asked in his head, including "Why wouldn't they use a silencing spell?" "How dare one of my flings bring some other fling there?" and "How the hell would one said fling get in there? I change the password weekly to stop that from happening."

He decided to check it out. It was his after all. Slowly climbing down, the erotic scent of sex filled the "staff room" and Draco's senses. Sliding against one side of the hall stealthily, he looked to the various couches, no action there. Tables? Nope. Not even the floor? No one.

The loud moaning and gasping were coming from his immediate left so Draco cautiously craned his neck to look around the wall he was against. A skinny sandy-haired boy was on Draco's favorite chair, the wavy white wooden one, and pounding eagerly into another boy that he couldn't see properly.

Draco was thoroughly confused because he didn't recognize him, not that he really could from the back...but presumed he must have been experienced because of his almost hypnotic rhythm. The sight itself was dizzying and the blonde felt the need to readjust his tightening jeans.

Draco slightly shook out of his trance and craned his neck further to see the boy underneath. The unmistakable red hair made him shiver off all warmth he was receiving from the situation.

His eyes widened as his mind made the connection amidst the noise and moans. He suddenly couldn't keep his eyes off the boy on the bottom's body; flexing and stretching like a cat. Helplessly scanning the torso and ascending, when his eyes reached the other's blues, they were staring right back at him. They remained locked briefly until the Gryffindor closed his in orgasmic bliss.

Draco immediately straightened up against the wall, frozen, not seeing the smile spread across Ron's face that just wasn't from the motions. He quickly rushed back up to the ladder to the yelp of "Seamus" from Ron.