Disclaimer: Once again I am forced to reminded everyone that I do not own these characters… no matter how much I'd like to. With that said I will have to ask that no one sue me, I have enough problems.
Thank you to the lovely Lucy for all her help and encouragement.
Now on with the show
My day so far has been just peachy. First, Blaise failed to wake me up in time for breakfast (is making sure I'm a wake in the morning too much to ask a so called 'friend'?) then, after taking a shower I realized I had no clean bath towels. Damn house elves. But worst of all, I was plagued by disturbing yet terribly erotic dreams all night, about Potter. A part of me wanted to stay in those dreams forever but the rational part of me insists on killing the other; so, I'll push the dreams aside and pretend they never happened. I arrive to potions just in time, although it's not as if Professor Snape would have punished me. I am his favorite student after all.
I push the door of the Potions room open and step inside. Looks like we'll be partnering today… perfect. I am positive I will be partnered with Potter, due to Snape's love of torturing him. Little does he know, the Golden Boy has gone mental and would love nothing more than to spend time with me. Obviously Potter's aware of this as well, since he is now standing with his things ready, watching me mischievously. Once the inevitable happens he makes his way over to me, a smirk on his face - which, to the casual observer would appear that he is not happy with the current arrangements. I know better. I've seen that look before and it has nothing to do with anger.
He sits beside me, giving a little wink, which I return. He seems slightly shocked by my actions but recovers quickly, lightly running his hand over my inner thigh raising his eyebrows, reminding me of yesterday's events. Never fear mon petit chaton, I remember very well and you will be punished. We begin our assignment and save for a few accidental touches, we work without incident. Once all is quiet, I take the opportunity to strike - without warning, without hesitation.
"Damn it Potter! Get your hand off my thigh! I told you I will not have sex with you, no means no!" See what happens when you play with snakes… you get bit.
I try my best to keep from laughing, while he… looks positively murderous. He opens his mouth to protest my ridiculous accusation but is cut off by an awaiting Snape.
"Mr. Potter, if you would do so kindly as to keep your lust for Mr. Malfoy under control so we can continue our lesson in peace. And 20 points from Gryffindor for trying to molest a fellow student." Damn, hadn't thought about that. I'm in trouble.
"But I didn't do anything!" Well no, not in the last ten minutes anyways.
"Come on Potter, you know you want me." We both do.
He takes a moment to glance around the room, as do I. The Slytherins are laughing hysterically - all except for Blaise, what's his problem? The Gryffindors look absolutely scandalized and Weasley looks as if he wants to rip my head off, thankfully, a shake of Potter's head seems to calm him down. Mr. Grabby Hands however, is seething. He turns his attention back to me and steps closer… dangerously close. He stops only millimeters from me - eyes locked with mine and clenching his jaw so tight I fear he may break it.
"In your fucking dreams Malfoy." HEY! Who told you about those?
The room is deadly silent, no one moves, no one dares breathe - waiting for the fireworks. But as I begin to form a rebuttal, Snape intercedes.
"Potter! I warned you about such language in my class. Go to The Headmasters office immediately!" That, was completely not my fault.
He looks over at our beloved Potions Master, who is currently pointing to the door, looking incredibly incensed. Then he leans in closer and whispers in my ear.
"You're going to pay for this one Draco." I am so fucked
"POTTER, OUT NOW!" Could you be a little quieter next time? Some of us have sensitive ears.
After giving Snape one of his new inappropriate hand gestures, he leaves. I'm feeling very proud of myself at the moment. Although, I am fairly certain I am going to pay for this later - in spades. Serves him right, no one fucks with a Malfoy. Well since he's gone I guess I'll need to finish this potion by myself. If you ask me, I think it was very selfish of him to get kicked out of class, leaving me here to do all the work. Even though there isn't all that much left to do, let's see, I ne-
"Hey Draco?" Yes Mr. Can't Wake Somebody Up?
"What do you want Blaise?" I'm busy.
"When are you going to give it up?" Please, I gave it up to you months ago.
"Give what up?" That probably wasn't what he was referring to.
"This Potter thing. I saw you, you know. His hands weren't anywhere near your leg." Maybe not now but they were earlier… so ha!
"Shut up Blaise, as a matter of fact why don't you g- oh oh, oh god." Oh shit.
"Draco… are you ok?" NO, there's a hand on my - ohh… damn Potter and his invisibility cloak.
"Y-yes, I'm f-fine." Not again.
I turn my attention away from Blaise, trying desperately to slap away the invisible hand creeping up my leg. Oww! Damnit, he bit me! And now he's sucking on my fingers. Who told him I like that? They can go straight to hell whoever they ar - ohhhhhh, that's a hand… in my pants. I sneak a free hand under the table, trying (in vain) to smack Potter away but every time I think I'm free, he bites down and it hurts. Asshole! We need to get out of here - Now!
"Draco? What are you doing?" Blaise, of course… I really don't need this right now.
"None of your business." Sod off
"Damn it Draco, I told you about doing that shit in public. Go to the toilet if you just can't wait." Bathroom, great idea… thanks Blaise.
I jump out of my seat, successfully freeing myself from the oversized leach and practically shout at a startled Professor Snape.
"Professor, may I be excused?" To shag Potter in a bathroom.
"Why Mr. Malfoy?" What part of shag Potter did you not get the first time?
"I need to use the loo." Really bad.
"Fine but make it quick. That potion will not make itself." Really?
I all but run out of the potions room, not even stopping to acknowledge Blaise's "I wasn't serious!" comment. I need to find a bathroom - and fast. I think there's one just around this corner - yes. I step inside and realize that I am alone. I hope I didn't lose Potter, I'm not in the mood to go all over the castle searching for his invisible ass - not that I would. I'm reassured I was indeed followed, when a pair of invisible lips press firmly against mine. I return the kiss for a moment before taking a step back and relieving my companion of his cloak.
"What the hell were you thinking? You could have gotten us both expelled!" And where the hell did you learn that anyway?
"I was bored." Bored? Bored!
He smiles at me and shrugs.
"You were bored?" That is the lamest excuse I have ever heard.
"Yeah, so? Anyway, you started it" Your point being?
A predatory grin appears on my face as I converge on him, effectively pinning him against the wall - hands on either side of his head. Thank the gods classes are in session… no interruptions.
"Are you bored now?" I do not really see how you could be, with me here but humor me.
"What do you mean?" Guess.
He looks at me innocently - head tilted to one side, oh no you don't. You're not getting out of it that easy.
"Come on Potter, you are far from naive and we both know it. Now finish what you started."
I nod down and he grins… yes finally.
"As much as I would love to, I don't have time right now… I have to go see Dumbledore" I really would prefer to not think of Dumbledore right now.
I assume he's joking, as he slides down my body very very slowly… down… down... Yes - NO! He just crawled out between my legs! That bastard, he is serious!
"You can't be serious." You can't, no, I won't let you. It's not fair!
I spin around to face him and he's smiling. I'm starting to believe he's doing this on purpose
"Sorry to say but yeah - don't look at me like that - if you would have kept your mouth shut, none of this would have happened. Now would it?" And I'm sure you trying to fuck me in a public corridor had nothing to do with it.
He turns to leave and I grab his hips - bringing his body to mine and begin to rock against him gently.
"Are you sure?" Please please stay… I need this.
He pushes me away, shaking a finger.
"Now now, I told you… I have to go." He's gone. Now what to do about my newly acquired problem?
I glance over to the stalls - No, I will not stoop. I quickly exit the bathroom and begin my search for someone to alleviate my… ache. After searching for about ten minutes or so, I come across a group of Slytherin sixth years. Hey, what are they doing out of class? Oh like I care. I approach the most attractive one - she turns to me and motions for her friends to go on.
"Hello… Mary is it?" Gods I hope I'm right.
"It's Rebecca actually." Damn damn damn, how am I supposed to keep them all straight?
"Oh yes, Rebecca of course. Listen Rebecca, I was wondering if you could help me with a particular problem?" Seeing as how the creator of said problem, is a jerk-off.
I lean in close, twirling a section of her hair around my finger, she smiles sweetly - Ah ha victory, now where to go - wait, why is she laughing?
"Sorry Malfoy, but I don't get off with head cases… maybe 'Potter' can help you with your little problem." Little my ass - hang on, did that bitch just turn me down? AND MOCK ME?
She walks away laughing and I am in complete shock. No one and I mean no one has ever turned me down. What was that shit about Potter and the hand quotation thing? Pansy and Blaise are going to die. I cannot believe they've been telling people about that incident in the hall. Now all of Slytherin, followed closely by the rest of the school are going to think I'm insane. I am so kicking Zabini's ass and maybe Parkinson's too. Shit… potions, I almost completely forgot. I run back as fast as I can but upon entering, I realize that this is not my class… but some third years and unfortunately the same Professor.
"Mr. Malfoy, so happy you decided to return. However, as you can see, your session has ended." Is that so? Ten points to Slytherin for your excellent observation.
"Sorry Sir." Not really but…
"Care to tell me where you've been all this time?" You wouldn't believe me if I did.
"Not really." Well, I don't.
"Alright then, get your things. I'll write you a note for your next lesson." It's good to be the favorite.
"Thank you Professor."
He scribbles a quick note and hands it to me.
"I will see you at lunch." Lunch?
"At lunch?"
"Yes, to finish your potion. I told you it wouldn't finish itself but if you prefer to fail…" No, I most definitely would not.
"No, I'll be here." Like I have a choice.
"Very well then, you may go." And you may go fuck yourself.
"Yes Sir." Favorite my ass.
Damn damn damn, I missed breakfast and now I'll probably miss lunch… this is all Potters fault. Maybe Snape will let me have some lunch while finishing my potion; I don't see why he wouldn't.
I think I'll go the long way to Herbology, with this note I'll not have to worry about getting detention or deduction of points and I am going to be late anyway. Well shit, I guess the long way isn't as long as I had thought. I step inside the greenhouse, handing my note to Professor Sprout - who doesn't seem too happy with it. I glance around and my eyes immediately fall on Zabini, I think I should have a talk with him. I walk up to him and without warning, grab him by the throat and slam him against one of the tables.
"I take it the bathroom didn't go well?" No not really - HEY
"Shut. Up. I should kill you right now for this."
He glances around to our fellow classmates, silently asking for assistance but no one moves. They know better.
"What… are you talking about?" As if you didn't know, loud mouth.
"What have you been telling people about me and Potter?" Grr, I say grrr!
"Draco let him go." Like hell.
"Fuck off Parkinson, this doesn't concern you." Go back to what ever brothel you escaped from.
"I would say it does. After all, I'm the one who told." WHAT!
I release my grip on Blaise and take a step towards her; Blaise begins to rub his neck - staring at her in disbelief.
"Pansy… you didn't." Of course she did.
"Perhaps you should be more careful of whose feelings you hurt in the future Draco. Or it might just come back to bite you in the ass." You fucking vindictive WHORE!
"I'LL KILL YOU!" Dead! Dead dead dead!
I lunge at her but Blaise stops me just in time.
"MR. MALFOY, go to Headmaster Dumbledore immediately." I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?
I leave Herbology and make my way to the old man's office. Shit, no one told me the password. I get one of the gargoyles to tell him I have arrived and as soon as the stairs start to move - I jump on. Once at the headmaster's door, I knock twice then enter.
"Hello Mr. Malfoy."
"Headmaster."
"Care for a lemon drop?" Does anyone… ever?
"No thank you." They're probably three hundred years old anyway.
"Very well, so Mr. Malfoy… what brings you here today?" My feet?
"I tried to kill Pansy." Unfortunately, I was unsuccessful.
"Miss. Parkinson?" The one and only.
"And why may I ask, would you do such a thing?" I need a reason?
"She was gossiping about me and I didn't appreciate it." No, I do not like it at all.
"Ahh yes, about you and Mr. Potter?" You know this how?
"How do you know about that?" I am so embarrassed.
"Word travels fast in small places." A little too fast if you ask me.
"All right then, since we both now know why I am here… what exactly is my punishment?" Please please please don't expel me.
"This is a very serious offence Mr. Malfoy but considering the vindictive nature of Miss. Parkinson, I am only going to take one hundred and fifty points." WHAT?
"WHAT? But sir -" I am going to get so much shit for this.
"Now now, I am sure you know I could have you expelled for this, so I do believe it is a more than fair punishment. Wouldn't you agree?" No!
"Yes sir." Bite me.
"Good, now is there anything else you wish to discuss?" Hmm… how about the effects of nuclear warfare on the eastern hemisphere?
"No Sir."
"Then you may go." Finally.
"Thank you sir, good day." And may you choke on one of your beloved lemon drops.
Well that was… interesting. I guess the old man isn't as senile as everyone thinks. Herbology's probably over by now (not like I wanted to go back there anyway) so I reckon I'll just go see Professor Snape and finish my potion. Why is everyone staring at me? And why is that girl pointing at me? Great, now she's laughing! It's official; I am now the laughing stock of Hogwarts. My father will be so proud. This is all Potter's fault!