A/N: Umm... oopsies? Flinches Sorry. I should've had this chapter posted a bit over four months ago... Really sorry. Thank you all for putting up with my stupid laziness and forgetfulness. I really am sorry for it. Thank you all for reading this up til now and reviewing as well. I never really expected that anyone would want to read my story... But without any further delay, here's chapter 11:

Chapter 11 – Devilishly Making Excuses

As soon as the comment made its way out of Malfoy's pretty mouth, Harry snatched his comfortable trousers which were (thankfully) a size bigger than they should've been, and pulled them on before Draco could even think of 'Accio'-ing them back. He pulled his robe and tie back on, then tied the strings of his robe together tightly.

Okay... So it was a bit prudish to do so, but who could blame him? It was as if he was only wanted for his body and to Harry, that wasn't exactly the best feeling in the world. Then, he felt like the only guy out there who wanted to be loved and to love. But anyway.... On with it.

Harry pouted and firmly stated, "I thought you ought to know who's not going to get anything from me tonight because of that comment. And if you want anything tomorrow, you're going to have to come up with a really good apology which doesn't mean just saying 'I'm sorry I was an ass.' That's not going to get you anywhere."

Draco's spirits hit rock bottom. The Gryffindor just kept his pout on. "But..." he was going to say "Malfoys don't apologize to anyone," but that wouldn't do him any good, would it now? So then, for once, he found himself at a loss for words. Class was almost over.

Evil bitch, he found himself thinking. Oh well... It's not like Potter was his evil bitch... but he could be... That'd have to be during some other time though, considering the fact that right now, he had other things to worry about, example being that he had nothing but boxers on right now.

"You better put your clothes back on, Malfoy. McGonnagal would flip if you went to class dressed in only a pair of deep red boxers," Harry managed to state calmly. He then walked through the shield, the plastic bubble already have been broken.

/Though... I wouldn't mind going through class, watching you trying not to freeze, scantily clad like that./

Draco blushed furiously, realizing that half the class had probably just seen his half-naked state. He pulled his clothes on as quickly as he could, feeling like an idiot. He fushed to the Gryffindor tower as quickly as his long, muscled legs would let him. Fucking Pottter.

'Oooh... That's a nice thought to last me through Transfiguration.'

Is all you ever think about shagging? Because that appears to be what is so.

'No...Not really. I think about getting shagged too.'

You son of a gun.

'Hey! My mommy wasn't a gun! You poo head!'

You idiot. That's not what I meant.

'I'm not an idiot! ::pouts::'

Real cute. How old are you, exactly? Three?

'No...I'm Draco Malfoy.'

Oh, shut up, you.

'Nuh uhhh. You're not the boss of me, Mr. Nosybum.'

Once again, I ask: What are you? Three?!

'No! Stupid head! I just told you! I'm Draco Malfoy.'

You're really starting to piss me off.

'Then piss off, bitch.' Draco just kept walking, continuously attempting not to bash his head into a wall. That wasn't be very good for his brain cells.

Kid, I don't think you want shit in your brain. Especially when you already have some for a brain.

'Then get out of my head and do it. And don't come back in.'

No. As much as I hate this fucking job, we have a deal. I get out of your head when you fall in love with someone. Hopefully, you won't take too long to realize it.

'What exactly are you hinting at?'

That's the thing. You don't get to know.

Finally, the Slytherin reached the classroom and slid into the seat next to Blaise and got ready to get yelled at by the old hag he had for a teacher. "Blaise, what'd I miss? Please tell me. I'm your bestest friend, rememberrr?" Draco made his most adorable puppy eyes at his fellow classmate. Blaise glared at him for a little while, and then sighed.

"Ugh... Find, but only because you look so cute when you send those fucking puppy eyes my way. McGonnagal didn't start talking yet." He'd been tricked.

The Head of Gryffindor started her daily yammering, "Today class, you will be in pair transfiguring clothes into every day items, just in case you get stranded on an island with nothing but your wand and the clothes on your back. Pairs are Granger Parkinson, Weasley Zabini, Brown Bullstrode, Potter Malfoy, Finnegan Crabbe, Thomas Goyle, and Longbottom Nott. Now, get to it."

Blaise and Harry switched seats sort of reluctantly with Potter sitting in Malfoy's lap as he tried moving to his seat. The blonde shivered at his touch, just not visibly. By then, Silencing Spells had been cast around each pair, thankfully. "Potter, I know I'm hot, but please do have at least some of decency while we're still in class," Draco drawled out, once he'd composed himself.

Alas, Harry's face flushed into his oh-so adorable, you-can't-resist-this blush. "Don't be sad, I promise, you can have a go at me right after class, but for now, dollface, I need your robe off so we can get started on this strangely sexy assignment." The Gryffindor's clamped mouth formed into a sexy smirk and his blush faded away.

"Gosh Malfoy... If you want my clothes off that badly, then all you have to do is asked nicely. Please don't use class as an excuse. It's rather off-putting to me."

"Oh Potter! You wound my sensitive heart with your cruel-hearted insults. And all I've ever wished for is to pass this class. Is that so much to ask of you?"" Draco exclaimed sarcastically and pretended to fall dramatically to the ground or at least attempted to pretend. THUMP. Draco had toppled over, hitting his head on the floor.

There was absolutely nothing Harry could do to stifle his laugher, so he just didn't do it. With the Gryffindor laughing at the Slytherin, Draco considered laughing with him, but shook his head vigorously at the ridiculous thought of laughing at himself.

Cheerfully deciding that the situation he was currently in should be the other way around, a Slytherin laughing at the biggest Gryffindork of all, the blonde pulled Potter down to the floor with him. Of course, he didn't think that Harry wouldn't land right between his legs.

TBC.... Thankies for reading!!! Until next time!!!!