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And as always thanks to Lucy, who introduced me to the world of slash and without which this story would not be possible.
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For a moment I sit in complete silence - hands on my neck staring at Potter, until I've had proper time to assess the situation. Once I have, I begin to panic - nails tearing at the collar frantically, trying desperately to get it off, but it refuses to budge. He must have charmed it or something. I feel a slight rumbling from under me and I realize, to my horror, Potter is laughing at me. That cheeky bastard, first he has the nerve to put the contraption on me, and now he thinks he can laugh about it. Regaining some of my composure, and hopefully some of my dignity, I lunge at him - slamming him even further into the mattress and pinning his arms down.
"TAKE IT OFF, TAKE IT OFF!" I demand you do it this instant!
"LEAVE IT ON, LEAVE IT ON!" What the fuck? That wasn't me... and I know it wasn't Potter.
Realizing that there's someone else in the room, I turn quickly - and all but fall off of the infuriating Gryffindor, barely managing to catch a glimpse of red hair. It seems in my blind range, I did not notice the red headed menace enter the room. Well isn't this great, of all people to come in... it had to be the weasel. If not for the embarrassing situation I seem to have found myself in, I would have to laugh at the sight before me. Potter's number one sidekick currently cowering in a corner - head buried in his hands, hiding his face as if he'd just witnessed the worst horror imaginable.
"Gryffindor the brave, my ass." More like Gryffindor the cowering little pansies.
I barely manage to get the words out before Potter brushes past me - crouching down beside his traumatized friend.
"For god sakes Ron, you can look now. It wasn't what you thought anyway." The weasel can think? On his own and everything… interesting.
He brings his hands down slowly, lifting his head up - but tightly keeping his eyes closed. Opening one eye slowly and then the other, he looks around the room warily - as if he expects me to be dancing around naked or something. Like I'd give him the pleasure. He sneers at me (rather pathetically) before turning his full attention to Potter.
"Harry, what the hell is he doing up here? You know he's not allowed to be here." I am allowed to be wherever I want. For I am Draco Malfoy - Lord of the Dance.
"Oh please Ron... have you ever known me to follow the rules?" I am too sexy for-
"Well no... but - " my shirt too sexy -
"Is there something that you needed?" for my shirt… so sexy it hurts.
They continue on with their boring conversation - a subject I couldn't care less about, so I go and sit on the bed, waiting patiently to be alone with Potter. It's much easier to get away with murder if there are no witnesses. I notice a belt lying beside the bed, and am struck with an ingenious idea. Sneaking a peak at the two Gryffindors - making sure they are paying me no mind - I reach down snatching up the belt. Quickly transfiguring it into a nice little collar of my own, I slip it into my pocket... waiting for the perfect moment to enact revenge.
Soon enough, sitting here not causing any trouble has become terribly boring, so I decide to cause some mischief. I stand quietly and make my way over behind Potter - making sure the weasel can see me, but staying out of Potter's line of vision.
Once I've successfully captured the redhead's attention I put my hands out in front of me, palms up, then act as if I'm grabbing a hold of something, and pull my arms back, while simultaneously pulling my hips forward. I repeat the motion several more times, stopping occasionally to lick my lips or mouth 'he loves it' or something equally as juvenile.
Weasley's face gets redder and redder, while I am on the verge of tears from trying to hold back my laughter. Without warning Potter reaches a hand out - grabbing me by the neck, before turning his face slightly to glare at me.
"Could you please stop that Draco... it's distracting." How did he?
I nod slightly and he releases his hold.
"How did you know I was...?" Just standing here being a perfect angel like always - was that lightning?
"I'm Harry Potter." Yeah that explains it… conceited asshole.
He turns his attention back to his fellow Gryffindor who, to my utmost displeasure, is staring blatantly at my neck... or should I say the collar around my neck. The moment I make eye contact - with the intent to glare or sneer or something menacing - he bursts out laughing. Casting a quick glance at Harry, I am not surprised to see him trying desperately to contain his own laughter at my unfortunate circumstance. I absolutely loathe being laughed at and decide quickly that one of them has to die - but preferably not the one I'm currently shagging. Growling loudly I lunge at Weasley but before I am able to tear the bastard to shreds, everyone's favorite hero grabs the back of my robes - halting any further action on my part.
"Get the fuck off me Potter!" I have people to kill!
"Not until you calm down." Never gonna happen.
"Calm down? Calm down? That bastard is standing there laughing in my face, about something that is entirely your fault and you want me to calm down?" I do not need to clam down! I have every right to be upset and enact my revenge… every fucking right!
"Yes" ARGHHH
"Well fuck that. Now get OFF." Before I am forced to take matters into my own hands and… and… struggle pathetically… I hate my life.
Using all the force I can manage, I make one last attempt to lunge at the cackling moron. However, Potter grabs my arms, pulling them behind my back and linking them with his - effectively stopping me from doing anything… but kicking my legs in a most unbecoming, not to mention pathetic fashion. I really hate all Weasleys.
"Ron, I think you'd better leave now." Damn right he'd better.
"What for? This is my room too, besides you look like you have things under control." You may think that now Weasley, but he can't hold me forever and as soon as I'm free… I'm going to rip you to pieces.
"I'll let him go." Sounds like a plan, now all I need for you to do is let go of my arms.
"Oh Fine. I think it may be time to walk your dog anyway." That's right flee you br- WHAT?
"SON OF A BITCH." I'm going to kill him! Dead dead dead dead - dead, is what he is!
Snarling loudly, I try once again to launch an attack on the red head, but all I manage to do this time is lose my balance - sending both Potter and I crashing to the floor. This day just gets better and better. All I wanted to do was kill Potter, go to my classes, grab something to eat and enjoy the rest of my day care free... but no. Now I've been tricked into a collar, had a Weasley - a Weasley I say - insult me and get away with it, and now am I sprawled out face down on the floor, trapped under the most aggravating person in existence... I hate my life.
"Potter, would you be so kind as to get the fuck off me!" You're very heavy… spending a little too much time on the sweets are we?
"No, I don't think I will... I like you in this position." He emphasizes the word position by thrusting his hips down against me. What is wrong with the boy? Does he have a constant hard on? I mean, I'm all for sex as much as possible, but he takes it to a new level.
"Get Off!" I hate you and I hope you die. I feel him shift and think for a moment that maybe, just maybe he's going to do as I asked. That is, until I feel a cold wet tongue flick against my ear.
"And what will you give me if I do?" Bastard... I will not be blackmailed into sex... I couldn't sleep for weeks that last time. But then again this is Harry Potter, so maybe-
"Well?" I hate you and I hope you die. Remembering suddenly about the little item in my pocket I come up with a plan. I lift my hips off the floor pushing back against him slightly.
"Let me up... and we'll see." How easy it really is to trap a lion.
He gets off me slowly, stopping for a moment to nip at the back of my neck - scarcely managing to stop the moan struggling to get free. Once he's standing I push myself off the floor, moving to stand behind him. To make my intentions a little more believable I wrap my arms around his waist and begin to place little kisses along his neck. Before bringing my lips to rest by his ear.
"Lay down on the bed." Quickly now, no time to dawdle. He pulls out of my embrace quickly - making a dive for the bed. Eager little thing isn't he?
"Close your eyes." This will never work if you're watching me.
"What? No." Have some trust issues do we?
"Do it or I'll leave." Not really… but he doesn't need to know that.
"Fine, but if you try anything... funny, I will make you regret it." Empty threat.
"Sounds fair." Good thing I don't play fair.
As soon as his eyes are closed I have my wand out. Unfortunately for me... he peaked. He jumps up quickly scrambling for his own wand, but I manage a minor restraining spell before he's able to find it.
"Constringo." There, that should hold him.
Almost instantly invisible ropes bind his arms and legs. He thrashes around for a bit obviously trying to get free, before turning to glare at me.
"Draco, get these fucking ropes off. me. now." This may have been a mistake... an angry Harry Potter is never a good idea.
Shaking the thought from my mind I start to move closer to him.
"I would have thought you would be into this kind of thing, Potter." Actually, I know you are… there's been talk.
"Not against my will, Malfoy." Note to self: Next time ask first.
"Ahh, come on Harry... you'll like this I promise." Not really but, what can I say... I'm a liar.
Crawling onto the bed - I straddle him and am very surprised when he doesn't try to buck me off. I reach a hand out to tilt his head back and then leaning down - lick a trail collarbone to ear.
"I have something for you." Too bad for you it's not what you want.
I reach into my pocket bringing out the present I have for him. The look on his face is priceless... wish I had thought to grab a camera or something.
"Do you recognize it Harry? It's just like the one I have... with a few minor adjustments of course." Like the strongest locking charms know to man… and a little extra for my own personal enjoyment.
Immediately he begins to thrash his head from side to side, trying to prevent me from putting it on him I assume, but too bad for him. I'm not put off that easy. I grab a hand full of his hair - keeping him in place and using my free hand, slide the collar around his neck - locking it with a snap.
"There, now we match." Victory!
"Get this thing off me Draco." I don't think so.
"Yours will come off, when mine comes off." Although that is highly unlikely.
"Fine" Hmm, this may be a little harder than I thought.
"Oh look at the time... I really must be getting to potions." Mustn't be late for class… it may tarnish my spotless attendance record. I place one last kiss on his lips then jump off the bed. As I'm heading out the door he calls to me.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Not to my knowledge.
"No." See you in class 'Boy Wonder'
I continue on my way without looking back. He should be able to get out of those binds without my help; he is the famous 'Boy Who Lived' after all. By the time I get to potions I am so overjoyed at finally getting one over on Harry that I do not worry about the strange looks I keep receiving. People look at me all the time... why should today be any different. Thankfully I arrive to potions on time and take my usual seat up front. Unfortunately Snape decides to remind me of a few things I've seem to have forgotten.
"Good Gods Malfoy, I would have thought you had a little more pride than that." Pride? I have loads of pride. Malfoys are nothing if not obscenely proud.
"What are you talking about Professor? I have plenty of pride." A disgusting amount actually.
"Not enough apparently, next why don't you just go ahead and have Harry Potter's bitch tattooed on your forehead... it would be more affective than the collar." Oh god, oh shit... I completely forgot about it. Harry Potter's Bitch?
It does not say that. I all but fly out of my seat, shouting at my once favorite Professor.
"IT SAYS PROPERTY OF HARRY POTTER NOT-"
"Good to see you announcing it so freely Draco." Perfect timing as always I see. As if my life didn't suck enough already.
As I stand there in shock, wondering just how me managed to get out of those binds so fast and why on earth I didn't try to hide this horrid collar, he turns his attention to the rest of the class.
"See. Mine... don't touch." THAT FUCKING WANKER.
Who does this guy think he is? He is not the boss of me nor do I belong to him, Malfoys belong to no one. Unless you're a power hungry pussy like my father, then you belong to whomever claims they can take over the world... how someone can ever be that deluded I will never know. I can't believe he would embarrass me like this... ok I can but, I will not stand for it.
"YOURS? YOURS? I belong to no one, Potter. Just who the fuck do you think you - don't. even. say it. I bloody well know you're Harry Potter and I am sick to death of hearing it. You walk around like you own this fucking castle, like everyone owes you something because you managed to kill a pathetic old man who couldn't even get through a death eater meeting without falling asleep. And now you think I'm just going to sit here and let you tell everyone I belong to you? I am a Malfoy... A MALFOY, 'Boy Who is a Bastard Beyond All Reason', so you can take your-" I emphasize my point by jabbing a finger erratically in his face.
"Alright alright, calm down... before you break into a chorus of 'Sister's Are Doin it for Themselves'." Sisters? Who told you I have sisters? I am an only child thank you very much.
"I don't have any sisters, Potter." Even if I did, knowing my father… he probably would have drowned them at birth.
"No... but you do have a big gay finger in my face." Gay - finger - what - who - That BASTARD.
Deciding quickly that nothing will be settled this way, I grab him by the robes, lifting him off the floor. Hoping to show the class, the school, hell anyone that is willing to pay attention, that I do NOT belong to Harry Bloody Potter, or anyone for that matter... and possibly get some of my dignity back in the process. However being in such close proximity to the bane of my existence, I notice something I didn't before, his collar... is gone. How the fuck did he get it off? I know I put a very complex group of spells on it; I doubt even Merlin himself could have gotten through. Almost instantly I let go of his robes, but whether it was out of shock, confusion or just plain embarrassment I may never know, and do not stick around to find out.
I can't believe this! Who does he - No, I'm not even going to think about it. Now isn't time for dwelling on it, now is the time for action... lots and lots of action. But what to do? Or rather who to do. I highly doubt there is a single person left in this school who hasn't heard about Potter's run in with Lavender Brown, which could make things very difficult for me.
Ok let's think about this logically, the first people to find out about that little incident would be the seventh years, followed closely by the sixth and then possibly the fifth... and I absolutely refuse to go any lower. So, what I need to do is start with the sixth years and work my way down through the fifth, I'm sure given my obvious charm and talents, finding someone should not pose that much of a problem.
My pace quickens as I begin to search the castle, checking down every corridor, empty classroom and abandoned alcove I find... there has to be at least a few people ditching classes, and I'll be dammed if I wont find them. How many fucking rooms and hallways are in this damn school? Turning a corner, I barely manage to make out two figures rushing into what appears to be a storage room of some kind... victory.
I approach the room with all the confidence I can muster (which is quite a lot my being a Malfoy and all) and with more force than necessary fling the door open. The couple inside spring apart faster than I have ever seen in my life. No doubt thinking I was a professor... or Filch, they look almost relieved... how naive. The girl I notice immediately... oh lucky day, this one's been gaggin for me for a while now. Turning my attention back to the boy, I notice he does not appear to appreciate the way I'm eyeing his partner, so I let him know what I think of that.
"Get out." On the other hand, you're quite a cute one, maybe I should -
"No way Malfoy... we were here first." No reason to be snotty about it, and to think I was actually considering letting you stay.
"I didn't mean the two of you... just you, now go." See what happens when you don't respect your elders... you miss all the fun.
"I don't think -" I really don't care what you think... this doesn't even concern you.
"Lets ask the lady then shall we." Or should I say let's let her pick me and be done with it.
I turn back to my fellow housemate, the obvious question lingering in the air between us. She just sits there for a moment - eyes shifting back and forth, looking at the two of us... obviously trying to decide what to do. Honestly, like there is any need to think about it at all. I mean look at the two of us. I am a god... and he... well, isn't. There really should be no room for debate here, I'm Draco Malfoy, I am perfect, I am the one she should have chosen immediately, without any thought what so ever. But no, she apparently has to think about it... I wonder why. She's must be too frightened to choose me. Bloody Potter, he is not going to ruin this for me, there is no way he can find us here, he is in potions, with Snape for god sakes, it's not like he'll let Potter out to come searching for me or anything. Then again it's not like 'Mr. Thinks He's So Important' would ask, he'd just leave. Even so, this girl has nothing to worry about, I can defend myself and anyone else I deem worthy against Harry Potter... he's not all that great. She takes a breath as her gaze falls on the other male occupant of the room.
"Sorry David... maybe some other time." Huh, maybe she doesn't know about Potter... but then what took so long? She really was debating between the two of us... I am offended.
"You can't be serious." The nerve of her actually contemplating - even for a second, about who would be better.
"I am." I cannot believe it... I seriously hope no one finds out about this... my reputation would be ruined.
"But what about Potter? You know as well as I do what he did yesterday." NO... leave Potter out of this.
"Do you See Harry Potter here? No? Ok then, goodbye." So she did know after all. Huh, well then I guess she was just considering whether shagging me would be worth dying for. And apparently she thought it would be, I'm touched... or at least I would be if I actually gave a damn.
"But-"
Having enough of this little drama - not to mention being incredibly pissed off by the Potter comment, I grab the annoying boy by the back of his robes and toss him out of the room. Shutting the door I hastily cast a few locking and silencing spells, insuring we will not be interrupted. After my task is completed I turn back to the barely dressed girl and using the sexy sway™ I've spent years perfecting, make my way over to her. Stopping just short of the table she's currently sitting on, I flash her my most dazzling smile.
"It's Rebecca, right?" Please let me be right. Girls always seem to get testy if you call them by the wrong name.
TBC