Sorry, this chapter is even shorter then the last one. However I thought I'd throw in a comic-relief chapter before getting in the real heavy stuff again. This chapter really doesn't matter to much so if you don't like sexual scenes, beside the fact that you've probably stopped reading by now, just don't read it. It really isn't important.
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Last Chapter…
"Well…you see, Professor, I dared Harry to wear those robes for half the day. And, what with Gryffindor pride and all, he wouldn't turn down an easy dare. And we didn't think it would get him into trouble because technically he isn't out of uniform."
She looked thoughtful for a moment. Harry also crossed his fingers, which was seen by most of the students in the back out the room. Finally, she nodded. "Alright. He isn't actually out of uniform, so I will let it pass. However, I don't want to see anyone else out of House Uniform, even if it is for a dare. Next time, that won't be an acceptable excuse!" She turned to go back to the front of the class. The students up front, including Hermione, could hear her mutter, "Oddly normal on him. Eerie!"
Hermione sniggered softly. Harry took at seat next to Draco, who smirked evilly at him. He sighed. Uh-Oh, what was Draco gonna do?
Chapter 30 – Notes, Sex-Games, and Embarrassing-Situations
The next ten minutes of class went by uneventfully. Draco did nothing. Hermione took copious notes. Harry sat and daydreamed. Today was a lecture day for McGonagall, which was good for Harry. He could sit a veg or sleep and get the notes from Hermione afterward.
He was just thinking about how he would repay Hermione for coping her notes for him when he felt lips at his ear. He froze. "I think it's time to pay you back for scaring the shit out of me." Draco's voice said in his ear. Harry jerked and looked sharply at the blonde who was sitting in his seat hunched over a piece of…Uh-Oh.
He was writing swiftly in shimmering green ink on a sheet of silver paper. Shit! Harry knew exactly what that piece of parchment was. He had given it to Draco.
"Should I talk dirty right in your ear, so you get a hard-on during class?" Draco's voice whispered huskily.
"Fuck!" Harry hissed and leaned over to search through his bag for his own Com-Parch, Communication-Parchment. He extracted a role of golden paper and a bottle of scarlet ink. Pulling out a quill, he sucked the tip and dipped it into the ink.
Hermione: He wrote quickly. Hey, 'Mione! Draco seems to think it would be a good idea to give me a hard-on during class to get back at me!
She spun quickly to look at him, but he motioned for her to turn back around. He had just leaned over the parchment to write again, when the lips brushed his ear again. "Guess what I can do?" The lips whispered. "I think this should be fun!"
The lips vanished, but Harry felt something else instead. Something even more alarming. A hand brushed over his chest under his shirt. He jerked straight up in his seat. A thumb brushed his nipple sending a jolt through him. Harry knew he looked flushed but he couldn't help it. He sent the dirtiest, meanest look he could muster at Draco, which was considerably meaner looking since he was in Slytherin robes.
"Do you feel alright, Potter? You look flushed." Harry froze when he heard McGonagall's voice. He quickly scrawled something on the paper and looked up.
"I-I'm fine, Professor." His voice was a little bit choked but he sounded fairly normal.
She eyed him. He dotted his paper quietly and could almost feel Draco stiffen in the seat next to him. The blonde gave a strangled gasped and turned bright pink. McGonagall looked at him, her brow furrowed. "What wrong with…?" Her eyes widened as she looked back and forth between them. Suddenly, at the front of the room, Hermione yelped and slapped a hand to her mouth. Harry grinned two seats behind her and looked fondly at the paper. It read:
Draco: places hand on lower stomach. Caresses in slow circles heading downward. Lightly brushes…Him!
Hermione: Pinches left nipple softly. Tugs. Licks right nipple.
Re-reading his handy work, Harry grinned, but the grin vanished when he felt an invisible finger trail along the inside of his thigh. "You're gonna pay for that, you whore!" Draco's voice growled into his ear.
"Wanna bet?" Harry sent back, sounding smug. His grin returned only to be whipped away, when a tongue lapped at his nipples. Yes a tongue at each nipple. He looked down in confusion. That wasn't…He looked up quickly to glare at Hermione. She, too, had taken out her Com-Parch. Fuck!
Fine! Harry thought, two can play at that game! Trying to keep his breathing even, which was difficult seeing as the tongues were now working their way down his stomach, He bent over the parchment again.
When subjects are included, it will not only make the motions, but say the words as well.
Draco: I'm running my hand slowly up and down your abs. Lower, Lower…until. That's it. I slip me hand into your boxers, under the material. I'm stroking you, now. Making you harden. Your pants must be uncomfortably tight now.
Before sending it, he wrote:
Hermione: I love you, darling. I'm cupping you breast in my palms. My thumb gently rubs circles are your dark nipple. Suddenly, I slip one hand under you skirt and I can feel the wetness on your panties.
He sent both messages at the same time. He was rewarded with a loud, strained gasp from Draco and a soft moan from Hermione. Then it was his turn to moan softly as a hand closed around him, he wasn't sure whose, and another began to stroke his arse. He jerked upwards and almost fell out of his seat.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger, What on earth is the matter with you?" McGonagall said sharply.
Harry could see, out of the corner of his eye, Draco open his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Harry's phantom hand was still stroking him ever-so lightly. Hermione managed a cough, but the was it as she writhed in her seat, trying to dislodge Harry's other phantom hand from between her legs. It didn't work. "N-N-Nothing!" Harry managed to choke out, finally, but his body wouldn't keep still. His hips kept lifting off the chair of their own accord.
Ron looked over them closely and apparently figured out what was going on. He jumped to his feet and rushed first to Hermione, then Harry, then Draco, writing the same thing on each of their parchments: STOP!
He then turned to his Head-of-House. "Um…Professor. I think maybe I should take them to the Hospital Wing."
He hauled Draco and Harry to their feet by the arms. They all grabbed their bags and the four of them almost ran out of the classroom. Once in the hallway, Harry rounded on Draco, not realizing that the students in the class could still hear him. "This is all you damn fault! If you hadn't wanted to get back at me I never would have taken out mine and then Hermione wouldn't have taken out hers and NONE OF THAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED!" Harry shrieked.
"It's not all my fault! You started with the tongues!"
"Yeah, well I wouldn't have if you hadn't started with the hand! I could kick you, sometimes. That was so embarrassing!"
"Well, how do you think I feel! I actually made noise first!"
Hermione decided to jump in at that moment. "If I ever get pulled into another of you childish revenge-sex games again, I will kill both of you! I actually moaned! I could kick you!"
"Um…guys? How about we continue this conversation somewhere else? Preferably where no one can hear you!"
All three flushed deep scarlet and stalked off down the corridor, Ron hurrying after them. He sighed. I am going to kill all three of them one of these days, He thought.
