Chapter 4 – That Stupid Bitch
Dedication: Nicoletta, because I said so.
Sorry I took so long to update, I got kind of lazy and I was working on other things. It's been fun writing this story and I've got the next few chapters written. Thanks to all of you that reviewed and read the last chapter! Love y'all. Now, without any further delays, here's chapter 4!
"Parkinson?" No fucking way in hell. Pansy Parkinson would never caught dead in the Muggle World.
"The one and only, "she mocked him. Pansy studied Dragon's face, recognizing the familiar features from all those years ago. Draco Malfoy's familiar features. "Drakey-poo? Is that really you, honey buns? Where've you been all these years? I've missed you so much!!!!!" She ran over and wrapped her arms around him like she'd never let go in that clingy- girlfriend kind of way.
Flame automatically picked up her filthy paws off of his flawless about-to-be-fucked body. "Ugh, Parkinson! How many bloody times do I have to tell you not to call me that atrocious name?! And keep your grimy paws off of me! Don't you even think about touching my boyfriend here either, you dirty slut!! Hitting on gay guys!! The nerve you've got!"
Every single person on the sidewalk had formed a circle around the three now. They were either shooting dirty looks, checking Flame out, eyeing Flash over a couple of times, laughing, or looking Parkinson up and down (I don't understand why). The entire sight was rather amusing after all.
"But Drakey!!! I love you...And I thought you loved me too! You can't be gay!!!! It's wrong!! You slept with all those girls in school!! Or if you are gay, you didn't have to pick /him/ of all guys," she pointed an accusing finger at James, "To be your boyfriend!" Pansy turned around with her head hung over and started crying. (Oh spare me, will you? ::mutters:: That fake fuckwit... sorry, I really wanted to add this note in.)
All of a sudden, a guy from the club burst into the conversation, "Oh just shut up, you whore! How much of a stereotypical dumb blonde can you be? He just walked out a gay club as a worker after doing quite a bit of dirty dancing with the green-eyed Adonis in leather over there, how the fuck can the guy not be gay?!"
Flash and Dragon both turned their heads at the outburst, surprised at the crowd surrounding them. Parkinson mouthed to Draco, 'I'll deal with you later,' flipped the unknown guy off, and walked away angrily. Evans and flame looked at each other and nodded lightly.
"What are you all staring at? The show's over! Don't you people have anything better to do than gawk at guys that just wanted to fuck each other senseless before all this?" Draco shouted rudely. The people walked away furiously mumbling incoherent things about cough typical cough guys always having sex on their minds.
Harry finally worked up the courage to talk, "Umm... Malfoy? I don't think I can shag or be shagged for a while after being violated by the Fake, Pug-faced Fuckwit of them all. That was kind of scarring for life, y'know?"
[I officially hate girls who like guys in leather pants. First time I wore them, I lost my wallet in the middle of the street and then I bend down to pick it up and get my arse smacked. Now I lose the chance to see Draco Malfoy completely undressed and possibly submissive.]
James kicked a stray rock on the street and without knowing it, the rock hit a certain, rather disheveled pug-faced slut that was making out with a random guy, right where their kissers were connected.
"Parkinson is so dead! Losing me a good shag with a hot guy that can grind with me like that! Who the bloody hell does she think she is?! Hmph! I don't get to see Potter without all those clothes now!" Flame muttered incoherently under his breath. He pouted and kicked a stone, which hit The Bitch With A Rock in Her Mouth directly in the back of her head.
/I hope she swallows the rock in her mouth and dies. Grrr... Okay, so I can't get a shag out of this. Maybe I'll try and get a decent blowjob./
"Fine..." he pouted once more indignantly, arms crossed, nose in the air, and all. "Then can I get some head out of all this if you're not up for shagging by the time we get to my place?"
Flash stopped walking and blinked. Draco walked until he was directly behind Harry and their bodies were brushing just the slightest bit. He stood on his toes a little, considering Harry was about three inches taller than him. "After all, I still am just as aroused as you left me at the club. It's only fair that you fix it for me. I can't go around like this, you know? I'll help you too... only if you want me to.." he whispered huskily into James's ear.
Harry shivered from the tone, but collected himself. [If he wants a blowjob or a shag, I'll give him the best one he's ever had. I'm going to make Malfoy /holler/ loud. Very loud.]
"I'm not going to be the shy guy that easily blushed like I was in school, so you know what? You're either going to get the best blowjob or the best shag that's rightfully yours. Now, just what are we waiting for standing here?" Evans drawled back in the sexiest voice Flame had ever heard in his entire lifetime.
They got back to Dragon's flat as fast as their feet would carry them because it was starting to rain out (and y'all know what happens to clothing when it gets wet) and for other... reasons. Although, by the time they got to the room, Dragon and James were both dripping wet from heat to toe, clothes clinging onto their bodies for all they were worth.
[Hmm... I'm starting to like silk pajama bottoms a lot more than before, the way they stick to those legs when they're wet. It looks even tighter than wet leather pants. OH SHIT! /My/ leather trousers are wet!!!!]
/Damn... Potter looks better in wet leather pants than I do, but I like that. Maybe I should 'accidentally' pour water on him next time at the club. Is he staring at me in my own wet pants? OH fucks! He is! Come up with an at least half decent insult! Quick, you stupid brain!/
"Never knew you were the voyeuristic type, Potter. Like what you see?" Dragon taunted.
"Maybe I do. And just why are you staring at the spot between my thighs? See something you want but don't have?" Flash teased playfully.
"I won't know until I see, which requires your pants off," was Flame's only answer.
"Possibly later. Where's the bathroom? I've got to dry my clothes off before they're permanently stuck this way and I don't fancy taking my boxers off in front of you just yet," Harry asked, and then declared.
[YET??? Where the fuck did that come from???]
/And there's a 'yet'. Yay!!/
"Down the hall to your right. There are towels in the closet in there. I wouldn't mind seeing you wet and in the nude though," Draco smirked as Evans blushed and ran to the bathroom, still dripping wet in his now tight emerald silk shirt and currently very snug leather trousers.
James raced to the bathroom as fast as he could possibly go. He performed a quick Drying Spell and another spell to return his clothes to their normal size with his wandless magic, pulled out his cell phone and checked the messages. There were three from Dustin, ten from Jeff, and eight from Pierce. All of them were asking for details of what he was doing with Malfoy. Oh. There was an unknown number that called. Oh fuck. He missed his date with the guy from the bookstore. Hopefully, the guy wouldn't mind. Harry dialed the numbers that were on the message.
"Hello?" Mark answered.
"Hey. It's James. Sorry about standing you up. I got dragged shopping and then to a club tonight," Harry tried to sound at least half guilty for forgetting his date with the cute guy he met yesterday while looking for volume 5 of Gravitation. (GO TO YOUR NEAREST BOOKSTORE AND BUY ALL FIVE, NOW!! I love Gravitation.)
"Naww... It's all good. I met some guy named Jeff at the club that same club you were at. He kept calling his roommate tonight; I wish mine were like that. I'm over at his flat right now. So, I saw you with the hot blonde you were grinding with and you two walked out pretty mysteriously, what happened there?" he asked teasingly. Marc seemed like more of a friend right now, come to think of it, he'd look adorable with Jeff, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, similar physique to Jeff but just a bit taller.
"Jeff's been calling me all night! He's my roomy. Get him to stop pretty, pretty please! If Dustin and Pierce are over there, then lock them in a closet with NO phones please! I don't want anymore phone calls! I'm at the guy's flat right now, drying off after being drenched in the rain. Wet leather is NOT fun. Very uncomfortable and very tight," Flash pleaded, then gave into spilling what was going on.
"Don't worry. I'll shut him up somehow," Mark hinted, his voice brimming with innuendo. "Aww... I would have loved to see you in those pants. Or maybe you drying them by hand. All those muscles in your chest moving while you wrung them out. Or possibly you with nothing at all."
Draco was wondering what Potter was taking so long in the bathroom for. He changed into dry and rather low slung white pajama bottoms and a matching white wife beater. His hair was now kind of short and sticking to his head. A bit of a wet-grunge look, ruggedly sexy.
Flame walked over to the bathroom door and knocked, "You alright in there, Evans?" letting the new surname roll of his tongue. Ooh... Potter was on the phone with someone.
Harry shouted through the door, "Yeah, I'll be right out!" and he turned back to his phone, "Listen, Marc, I've got to go. Have fun with Jeff! Lick the spot behind his ear. Catch you later, bye bye!" He put his phone away and strolled out of the bathroom (clad in his loose clothes) coolly to find Flame already backed up against the wall.
"You still owe me either a shag or that promised blowjob remember?" Dragon was hoping on making Flash blush, but apparently, it did the opposite of that. Harry was walking towards him. And damn... he was already pushed up against the wall and with nowhere to go.
"Oh really?" James was so close that their body were almost brushing. Draco could only nod his head nervously. "Are you sure that's all you want from me? I'm sure I could give you a bit more than just that." Flame regained his confidence.
"I'll need a preview of what you mean by 'a bit more' before I decide on anything," Malfoy's breath hitched as Harry rolled his sleeves up to his elbows and put his hands on the wall on both sides of his head.
"As you wish." His lips crashed down on Flame's.
Holy fuck.
To be continued...
I know... it was a lame ending for the Holy fuck thing. So you think it's still worth continuing???? Review to let me know! IM me at HP shagged DM on AIM if you have any questions. Thankies for reading!!
-- driven to insanity
Dedication: Nicoletta, because I said so.
Sorry I took so long to update, I got kind of lazy and I was working on other things. It's been fun writing this story and I've got the next few chapters written. Thanks to all of you that reviewed and read the last chapter! Love y'all. Now, without any further delays, here's chapter 4!
"Parkinson?" No fucking way in hell. Pansy Parkinson would never caught dead in the Muggle World.
"The one and only, "she mocked him. Pansy studied Dragon's face, recognizing the familiar features from all those years ago. Draco Malfoy's familiar features. "Drakey-poo? Is that really you, honey buns? Where've you been all these years? I've missed you so much!!!!!" She ran over and wrapped her arms around him like she'd never let go in that clingy- girlfriend kind of way.
Flame automatically picked up her filthy paws off of his flawless about-to-be-fucked body. "Ugh, Parkinson! How many bloody times do I have to tell you not to call me that atrocious name?! And keep your grimy paws off of me! Don't you even think about touching my boyfriend here either, you dirty slut!! Hitting on gay guys!! The nerve you've got!"
Every single person on the sidewalk had formed a circle around the three now. They were either shooting dirty looks, checking Flame out, eyeing Flash over a couple of times, laughing, or looking Parkinson up and down (I don't understand why). The entire sight was rather amusing after all.
"But Drakey!!! I love you...And I thought you loved me too! You can't be gay!!!! It's wrong!! You slept with all those girls in school!! Or if you are gay, you didn't have to pick /him/ of all guys," she pointed an accusing finger at James, "To be your boyfriend!" Pansy turned around with her head hung over and started crying. (Oh spare me, will you? ::mutters:: That fake fuckwit... sorry, I really wanted to add this note in.)
All of a sudden, a guy from the club burst into the conversation, "Oh just shut up, you whore! How much of a stereotypical dumb blonde can you be? He just walked out a gay club as a worker after doing quite a bit of dirty dancing with the green-eyed Adonis in leather over there, how the fuck can the guy not be gay?!"
Flash and Dragon both turned their heads at the outburst, surprised at the crowd surrounding them. Parkinson mouthed to Draco, 'I'll deal with you later,' flipped the unknown guy off, and walked away angrily. Evans and flame looked at each other and nodded lightly.
"What are you all staring at? The show's over! Don't you people have anything better to do than gawk at guys that just wanted to fuck each other senseless before all this?" Draco shouted rudely. The people walked away furiously mumbling incoherent things about cough typical cough guys always having sex on their minds.
Harry finally worked up the courage to talk, "Umm... Malfoy? I don't think I can shag or be shagged for a while after being violated by the Fake, Pug-faced Fuckwit of them all. That was kind of scarring for life, y'know?"
[I officially hate girls who like guys in leather pants. First time I wore them, I lost my wallet in the middle of the street and then I bend down to pick it up and get my arse smacked. Now I lose the chance to see Draco Malfoy completely undressed and possibly submissive.]
James kicked a stray rock on the street and without knowing it, the rock hit a certain, rather disheveled pug-faced slut that was making out with a random guy, right where their kissers were connected.
"Parkinson is so dead! Losing me a good shag with a hot guy that can grind with me like that! Who the bloody hell does she think she is?! Hmph! I don't get to see Potter without all those clothes now!" Flame muttered incoherently under his breath. He pouted and kicked a stone, which hit The Bitch With A Rock in Her Mouth directly in the back of her head.
/I hope she swallows the rock in her mouth and dies. Grrr... Okay, so I can't get a shag out of this. Maybe I'll try and get a decent blowjob./
"Fine..." he pouted once more indignantly, arms crossed, nose in the air, and all. "Then can I get some head out of all this if you're not up for shagging by the time we get to my place?"
Flash stopped walking and blinked. Draco walked until he was directly behind Harry and their bodies were brushing just the slightest bit. He stood on his toes a little, considering Harry was about three inches taller than him. "After all, I still am just as aroused as you left me at the club. It's only fair that you fix it for me. I can't go around like this, you know? I'll help you too... only if you want me to.." he whispered huskily into James's ear.
Harry shivered from the tone, but collected himself. [If he wants a blowjob or a shag, I'll give him the best one he's ever had. I'm going to make Malfoy /holler/ loud. Very loud.]
"I'm not going to be the shy guy that easily blushed like I was in school, so you know what? You're either going to get the best blowjob or the best shag that's rightfully yours. Now, just what are we waiting for standing here?" Evans drawled back in the sexiest voice Flame had ever heard in his entire lifetime.
They got back to Dragon's flat as fast as their feet would carry them because it was starting to rain out (and y'all know what happens to clothing when it gets wet) and for other... reasons. Although, by the time they got to the room, Dragon and James were both dripping wet from heat to toe, clothes clinging onto their bodies for all they were worth.
[Hmm... I'm starting to like silk pajama bottoms a lot more than before, the way they stick to those legs when they're wet. It looks even tighter than wet leather pants. OH SHIT! /My/ leather trousers are wet!!!!]
/Damn... Potter looks better in wet leather pants than I do, but I like that. Maybe I should 'accidentally' pour water on him next time at the club. Is he staring at me in my own wet pants? OH fucks! He is! Come up with an at least half decent insult! Quick, you stupid brain!/
"Never knew you were the voyeuristic type, Potter. Like what you see?" Dragon taunted.
"Maybe I do. And just why are you staring at the spot between my thighs? See something you want but don't have?" Flash teased playfully.
"I won't know until I see, which requires your pants off," was Flame's only answer.
"Possibly later. Where's the bathroom? I've got to dry my clothes off before they're permanently stuck this way and I don't fancy taking my boxers off in front of you just yet," Harry asked, and then declared.
[YET??? Where the fuck did that come from???]
/And there's a 'yet'. Yay!!/
"Down the hall to your right. There are towels in the closet in there. I wouldn't mind seeing you wet and in the nude though," Draco smirked as Evans blushed and ran to the bathroom, still dripping wet in his now tight emerald silk shirt and currently very snug leather trousers.
James raced to the bathroom as fast as he could possibly go. He performed a quick Drying Spell and another spell to return his clothes to their normal size with his wandless magic, pulled out his cell phone and checked the messages. There were three from Dustin, ten from Jeff, and eight from Pierce. All of them were asking for details of what he was doing with Malfoy. Oh. There was an unknown number that called. Oh fuck. He missed his date with the guy from the bookstore. Hopefully, the guy wouldn't mind. Harry dialed the numbers that were on the message.
"Hello?" Mark answered.
"Hey. It's James. Sorry about standing you up. I got dragged shopping and then to a club tonight," Harry tried to sound at least half guilty for forgetting his date with the cute guy he met yesterday while looking for volume 5 of Gravitation. (GO TO YOUR NEAREST BOOKSTORE AND BUY ALL FIVE, NOW!! I love Gravitation.)
"Naww... It's all good. I met some guy named Jeff at the club that same club you were at. He kept calling his roommate tonight; I wish mine were like that. I'm over at his flat right now. So, I saw you with the hot blonde you were grinding with and you two walked out pretty mysteriously, what happened there?" he asked teasingly. Marc seemed like more of a friend right now, come to think of it, he'd look adorable with Jeff, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, similar physique to Jeff but just a bit taller.
"Jeff's been calling me all night! He's my roomy. Get him to stop pretty, pretty please! If Dustin and Pierce are over there, then lock them in a closet with NO phones please! I don't want anymore phone calls! I'm at the guy's flat right now, drying off after being drenched in the rain. Wet leather is NOT fun. Very uncomfortable and very tight," Flash pleaded, then gave into spilling what was going on.
"Don't worry. I'll shut him up somehow," Mark hinted, his voice brimming with innuendo. "Aww... I would have loved to see you in those pants. Or maybe you drying them by hand. All those muscles in your chest moving while you wrung them out. Or possibly you with nothing at all."
Draco was wondering what Potter was taking so long in the bathroom for. He changed into dry and rather low slung white pajama bottoms and a matching white wife beater. His hair was now kind of short and sticking to his head. A bit of a wet-grunge look, ruggedly sexy.
Flame walked over to the bathroom door and knocked, "You alright in there, Evans?" letting the new surname roll of his tongue. Ooh... Potter was on the phone with someone.
Harry shouted through the door, "Yeah, I'll be right out!" and he turned back to his phone, "Listen, Marc, I've got to go. Have fun with Jeff! Lick the spot behind his ear. Catch you later, bye bye!" He put his phone away and strolled out of the bathroom (clad in his loose clothes) coolly to find Flame already backed up against the wall.
"You still owe me either a shag or that promised blowjob remember?" Dragon was hoping on making Flash blush, but apparently, it did the opposite of that. Harry was walking towards him. And damn... he was already pushed up against the wall and with nowhere to go.
"Oh really?" James was so close that their body were almost brushing. Draco could only nod his head nervously. "Are you sure that's all you want from me? I'm sure I could give you a bit more than just that." Flame regained his confidence.
"I'll need a preview of what you mean by 'a bit more' before I decide on anything," Malfoy's breath hitched as Harry rolled his sleeves up to his elbows and put his hands on the wall on both sides of his head.
"As you wish." His lips crashed down on Flame's.
Holy fuck.
To be continued...
I know... it was a lame ending for the Holy fuck thing. So you think it's still worth continuing???? Review to let me know! IM me at HP shagged DM on AIM if you have any questions. Thankies for reading!!
-- driven to insanity
