AN: I did so rewriting and I took Mo' Money Mo' problems down due to lack of interest. I hope you like Ch. 6 because I'm done skipping around all the action!
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'Mmn, Potter feels so good,' Draco thought as he felt the Golden Boy's arms tighten around him.
"Drakey, I think you like me. You just don't want to admit it," Harry growled into Draco's ear.
"What makes you say that, Potty?" Draco countered, trying not to show any signs of exactly how much he liked it when Harry talked in that voice.
"Well, this maybe," Harry said thrusting his hips upward, grounding his pelvis into Draco's slight erection. "C'mon, you're straddling me like your Firebolt. You're all over me like flies on honey. You're stuck to me like a cheap suit. You're…"
"Well, you would know cheap suits."
"Drakey, you really shouldn't insult the people that seem to be turning you on."
"You're not. Trust me, Pothead. My current, um, situation is because I saw that beautiful witch over there's underwear. Yeah. She's wearing that short skirt, and she opened her legs just a little. God it was good."
"Riiiiiight. I happen to know that looking at some female's knickers wouldn't do that to you, Malfoy. You may be bi, but that doesn't mean you're almost short of a one-man gay pride parade. Besides, I can prove that it's me making your blood race," Harry said, whispering the last sentence in his deep husky voice that did make Draco's blood race.
"How do you propose to do that?"
"Like this," Harry said, pulling Draco close so they were touching, chest to chest. He began at Malfoy's neck, kissing it softly.
"As much as I find this amusing, you trying to turn me on that is, this is doing nothing for me. You're wasting your- ooh!" Draco exclaimed as Harry bit rather hard on a sensitive area on his neck. Harry ran his tongue over the abused skin, sending shivers down Draco's spine. Then Harry kissed the same spot, a sort of apology for being so rough. Harry repeated the actions, leaving various bite marks all over his rival's neck.
"You seem to be enjoying that," Harry said smirking, after he pulled away from Draco.
"If that justifies your attack on my neck, fine. Whatever helps you sleep at night."
"Oh, so you don't like this?" Harry said as he bucked his hips upward once again, feeling out Draco's reaction for his neck attack. "I think you are enjoying this, I also think you enjoy it when I talk like…. this," Harry said dropping his voice down to that husky whisper.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Prove it."
Harry leaned his head close to the side of Draco's face. "I will," he whispered, sticking his tongue out to trace the outer shell of Draco's ear. Next he fisted a handful of Draco's silky blonde locks, and pulled Draco's face to his. A flash of pain crossed Draco's eyes, before returning to the nonchalant silver Harry was used to. Harry planted his lips softly on Draco's cheek, then the other, his chin, forehead and nose all in turn. "Are you absolutely sure you are finding no pleasure whatsoever in this," he said reaching down to place his hand on Draco's cloth clad erection. Harry gave it a little squeeze and quickly pulled his hand away, while at the same time kissing Draco hard on the mouth.
"Positive," Draco answered when Harry pulled away.
"I think you're lying."
"Well, boo hoo for you."
"Do you have to be so difficult."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I can."
Harry groaned in frustration. "Damnit Malfoy, just admit that you liked it when I kissed you!"
"No."
Harry pushed Malfoy off of him and chucked Mr. Snuggles at the blonde's head.
"What was that for?"
"For you being a damn baby."
"I'm the baby? You just threw a pillow at me!"
"So?"
"So, you're being childish."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"See Potter, you're arguing like you're four for Christ's sake!"
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Yes. You. Are. Stop it!"
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"God. Shut the fuck up!"
Harry glared at Draco and stuck his tongue out, before turning his back and looking intently at the couch.
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"Yo, yo, yo! Ladies, come back! There's enough Ron-miester to go around!"
Lavender shot him a death look and walked away to find Hermione.
"Fine. I see how you be. I'll remember that when you're begging for some Ron-lovin',' Ron stood up and adjusted his troublesome hat. "Hey, hey. Pricilla, babee. I love ya. Love what you doing. Get back on that pole and shake that ass, girl. Pop it for your Pimp Daddy Ronny. Oh, but lose the skirt. People, y'all allowed to donate to the P.I.M.P. Ronny Association by puttin' slips of paper with the amount in Pricilla here's g-string, or you could be a boring bunch of haters and put some chizz-ange in the collection bizz-ucket. If you choose the paper way, remember, we will find you if you don't pay up. So, pay up. Love all of you. I'll see you in a few, gotta go do ma own thang! Peace!"
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"Oh, Blaise," Hermione moaned. "Don't stop."
"Whatever you say sweetie."
Hermione closed her eyes and let the waves of pleasure wash over her. "OH! Right there, that's it. Again!"
"Sure thing, 'Mione," Blaise said, the bed creaking under all the effort. "Oh, Hermione. You are so tight!"
"Please, I'm almost there, just another second and…"
The door crashed open and Lavender along with a few other girls stood in the doorway, witnessing a compromising position between Gryffindor's Head Girl and Blaise Zabini.
"Ohmigosh!" Hermione exclaimed. "What are you guys doing here?"
"We're looking for you."
"Umm, why?"
"Ronald."
"I see."
"So you'll fix the little problem?"
"What exactly is the problem?"
"He's being degrading, rude, offensive, and totally annoying!" Lavender said, followed my a few "yeahs" of agreement from her followers.
"He's being himself?"
"Worse. He's a total pimp!"
"I see."
"I think it has to do with that hat you gave him."
"I see."
"So how do you fix the problem?"
"Umm. Well…"
"What Hermione!"
"You can't"
"I see. How come?"
"It's a time spell."
"I see. Meaning?"
"It will wear off in a few hours."
"A few hours."
"Yes."
"I can't take a few hours of 'I'm a P.I.M.P. Ron'."
"I see."
"Well…."
"I'm sorry.
"You're sorry?"
"Yes."
"There's nothing you can do?"
"I don't think so."
"Fine," Lavender sighed. "C'mon let's go." A few minutes later the doorway was cleared of Lavender and her posse.
Blaise stood and shuffled over to close the door. As he flopped onto the bed he asked, "Now, where were we?"
"I think you were giving me the best fucking massage of my life."
TBCAN: Ha Ha. I bet you guys didn't think it was a massage! I hope you liked the chappie, even if it was short. I will update soon. I promise, now that I have more free time. I love all of you.
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