A/n- GO on hate me, but I did update!
The air was abuzz and everyone was talking loudly in the Grand Hall, if a bomb dropped on them the entire student body would be screwed because it couldn't be heard, but then again they could never hear one.
"Where the hell is Harry?" Hermione screamed again at Ron.
After him AND DRACO left the potions class room and hadn't showed up to the next few classes Hermione had been asking Ron questions and expressing "concerns" (which sounded more like, "that bloody git wait until I get a hold of him") and he was about ready to snap like a twig on the rainforest floor.
He had a few questions himself and having a nagging shrew next to him wasn't calming his nerves. But he just continued eating his lunch slowly trying not toshove a plump chicken drum into Hermione's mouth to shut her up.
For all he knew Harry was shacking up with the ferret himself which made him cringe with the mental imagery.
"He missed two classes! TWO! If he thinks I'm going to let him copy my notes he's got another thing coming-," she fumed but was interrupted by Ginnyrusing up from behind them.
"Is it true?" Ginny looked distraught. The rumors flew around school faster than the flu and sparked even more rumors on top of rumors creating mass chaos with the gossip groups. Ron and Hermione couldn't keep the truth and lies apart anymore.
"Ginny, don't talk to me right now." Ron grounded out, he knew what he was like when he was angry and didn't want to say anything he'd regret or do anything he'd get tossed out of school for.
"Harry and Draco are getting married with Goyle as the best man and Pansy the maid of honor on the beach during summer holidays?" Ginny was in tears now and sobbing. "He can't do this to me what we have is extraordinary. If I have to I'll slaughter Draco's whole family. He's going to be mine and I know just the way to make sure of that." She added darkly and laughed evilly leaving Hermione and Ron in shock.
"Ron, what was that?" Hermione asked quietly.
"That was my sister going insane." Ron answered with wide eyes and no humor in his voice.
"Who does he think he is? Potter is mine! He's my damn seeker!" Oliver Wood shouted. Ron and Hermione turned toward a conversation between Oliver and Colin.
"You have got to be kidding me! I'm so his type, I understand his fame and can help him reach the top!" Colin's squeaky voice ringed.
"Reach the top? Don't make me laugh how can you of all people reach the top when you can't even reach the top of a counter. He needs a strong partner who can take care of him. You don't fit that bill ducks." Oliver retaliated. "Potter is going to be mine if it's the last thing I do." With that he stood up and walked out the door.
"Over my dead body!" Colin grabbed his wand and ran after Oliver.
"This can't be good!" Ron said more to himself than anything. "What are we going to do?"
"I know what I'm going to do; I'm going to get my Harry that's what." Hermione said as matter-of-factly. She had that determined look on her face that she had whenever something difficult was in her path that was wanted to destroy. She followed the route of Oliver and Colin and left Ron sitting by himself.
As he looked around he heard similar conversations buzzing around about plans of kidnapping his best friend and plots of getting rid of Malfoy for good. Even the Slytherins were designing ideas to capture the golden boy. Ron sat still and gulped.
"This is not good." Ron repeated.
Harry was content and comfortable curled up next to a warm body. He tried to move but found himself chained-
CHAINED?
That thought brought Harry out of la-la land and into cold (well actually warm) reality. Draco was smirking at him and he screamed. Well, attempted to scream but no sound came out causing him to struggle to get free.
"Stop trying, you'll injure yourself." Draco said calmly as he stood off the bed. "Can't have that now can we?"
Harry stopped suddenly and gave an "I'm-so-going-to-INJURE-you" glare.
"Don't be upset kitten, all I wanted was answers before and your talking screwed that plan up. So now we'll try the silent approach where I talk and you listen intently." Draco brought his wand out to add an extra touch of fear that made Harry just roll his eyes.
Harry looked around and saw that he was no longer in his bedroom but Draco's room AGAIN.
How did teachers not stop this or have like a plan or something? Wasn't having students chained up in beds somehow a bad thing? How did Draco even get chains in the school in the first place? He really hoped Dumbledore he was here and on his way to his rescue.
Yeah right.
"Everyone thinks we are together." Draco said calmly as he pulled up a chair next to the bed.
Harry mouthed, "We are you arse hole."
"I meant literally, you see I tricked everyone into believing you-" he laughed and pointed at Harry, "and I," he continued, "we're in a relationship beyond hatred. All it took was a spell to make me invisible and your cranky attitude to make you a fag. Its classic really, the look on everyone's face when you sat next to me and let me put my arm around you. Bloody priceless!" He snickered at his own successful plan.
Harry on the other hand was confused, that would explain the reason everyone was wonky.
"Then I followed you to your room and waited for you to sleep, which by the way I love the fact that you talk in your sleep. Then had a little fun and brought you here and had a little more fun for a half an hour and waited for you to wake up."
Harry was now mortified, what did he mean by fun and what exactly did Harry say? He hoped it wasn't embarrassing but judging by all the times he said Cho in his sleep he doubted it was pleasant.
"Now that you're awake WE can have some fun." Draco whispered as he moved to his corner and grabbed some objects out of his drawer.
He turned around and Harry stopped breathing. What the hell was he going to do with a permanent marker, candles, a whip and whipped cream!
Within two seconds Harry was trying to escape causing his wrists to bruise.
I'm so screwed and I might mean literally.
A/n- (Dodges spitballs) I'm sorry, I hoped you liked it! Please review.
