A/N: Well here we are again I see. Another day another chapter. This took a little longer than I expected it to, I really hate that it did. However the next chapter is ¾ written so it should be out in about a week… I think ya'll like it.
Thank you to all my reviewers, it really means a lot to know some people actually like this stuff.
And as always a special thanks to Lucy… love ya.
On with the show.
The instant he realizes what's happened, his hands fly up to his neck, and looks down at me with the most accurate 'deer caught in headlights' impersonation I have ever seen. Soon enough, the reality of what has happened steps in and he springs into action - tearing, clawing and thrashing around like a captured animal, trying anything he can to get it off. Unfortunately for him, that thing isn't coming off without my approval… I made sure of that. He looks so helpless right now, and I can't help but begin to laugh. The vibrations of which bring him out of his frantic state and he grabs hold of my arms - pinning me down and slamming me into the mattress.
"TAKE IT OFF, TAKE IT OFF!" Not on your fucking life.
"LEAVE IT ON, LEAVE IT ON!" Ron? Ever heard of knocking?
Upon hearing another voice in the room, Draco scrambles off me quickly, standing beside the bed staring at my best friend as if he were a side show attraction. Sitting up quickly, I have to force myself not to laugh. My best and most trusted friend, in the corner of the room - couched down with his hands over his face, as if he'd just walked in on a group of giant spiders eating his family and laughing about it.
"Gryffindor the brave, my ass." And Slytherins are renound for their bravery?
Choosing to ignore the comment I quickly make my way over to Ron - kneeling down beside him.
"For god sakes Ron, you can look now. It wasn't what you thought anyway." Plus, you're kind of embarrassing me.
Bringing his hands down, he lifts his head up but stubbornly keeps his eyes closed. Then slowly he opens one eye then the other, looking around the room cautiously. Nope sorry Ron, no spiders here, just me and the guy I so desperately wanted to shag - and may have succeeded in doing so if I wasn't so rudely interrupted… yet again.
"Harry, what the hell is he doing up here? You know he's not allowed to be here." He is if I say he is.
"Oh please Ron... have you ever known me to follow the rules?" Rules are made to be broken after all… might as well be me doing the breaking.
"Well no... but - " Draco's being awfully quiet… I wonder what he's thinking about.
"Is there something that you needed?" I'm sure it has something to do with how to get me back for the whole collar thing… or something equally as sinister.
"Not really, Mione told me about what happened with Sarah and that Malfoy was up here. So I just thought I would come and make sure you where ok." I thank the gods every day for blessing me with such caring friends… then curse them repeatedly for making them so nosey.
"How many times to I have to tell you I can handle Draco?" Oh yes, I can handle him quite well.
"I'm sure you can." Is that sarcasm I hear?
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
"You know exactly what it means. Bloody hell Harry, when did you turn into such a horny little perve?" I am not a perve!
"Well isn't that the pot calling the kettle black. I seem to remember an incident not to long ago, involving strawberry jam, a game of 'find the snitch' and a Slytherin Quidditch uniform. So if I were you I would watch who I was calling perverted." Now that was an interesting night.
I see the tips of his ears begin to turn red and his face soon follows. As I steady myself for the rampage that will surely come from such a statement, I notice that he isn't even looking at me… he's looking behind me. So being the genius that I am, I sneak a glance at the mirror behind him - what in the hell is Draco doing? It appears he has become bored with just sitting around like a good boy and has taken to humping the air behind me. No doubt to infuriate Ron, which he is doing quite nicely. Does the idiot not realize that I can see him? Without giving it a second thought I reach and hand behind me - grabbing him by the throat before turning towards him, glaring menacingly.
"Could you please stop that Draco... it's distracting." There's that 'deer caught in headlights' look again… my is he good at that.
He nods slightly so I release my hold.
"How did you know I was...?" I saw you in the mirror dumbass.
"I'm Harry Potter." That sounds so much cooler… good thing I went with it.
Turning my attention back to Ron, I notice immediately that his eyes are still fixed on Draco. But before I am able to tell him to just ignore him - he bursts out laughing. Not really understanding what could be so funny I glance back at Draco and realize instantly what it is. It seems in the events that have transpired in the last few minutes, his robes have become slightly askew… leaving a perfect view of the lovely collar around his neck. I successfully manage to stifle my own giggles before Draco springs into action - snarling loudly then lunging at Ron. I just manage to grab the back of his robes, halting any further action on his part.
"Get the fuck off me Potter!" Why? So you can try to kill my friend? I think not, he's very entertaining… I'd like to keep him around if you don't mind.
"Not until you calm down." Yeah…like that'll 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?" Number one, it is kind of funny, at least from his perspective, so you can't exactly blame him for laughing. And number two this is not my fault. If you had just sat on the bed minding your own business instead of trying to goad him, none of this would have happened.
"Yes"
"Well fuck that. Now get OFF." Not likely to happen… but feel free to struggle all you like.
He attempts to get free by slinging his entire body in the direction of the snickering redhead. But unfortunately for him, I manage to stop all movement by bringing his arms behind his back - linking them with mine. He continues to spit and kick in Rons' general direction, but is prevented from doing any real damage.
"Ron, I think you'd better leave now." It's going to take me forever to calm him down as it is and this isn't exactly comfortable.
"What for? This is my room too, besides you look like you have things under control." What part of 'this is not comfortable for me' did you not get the first time?
"I'll let him go." If that doesn't work… I'll be forced to threaten him with spiders.
"Oh Fine. I think it may be time to walk your dog anyway." Should have gone with the spiders.
"SON OF A BITCH." This isn't good.
Trying once again to get free Draco growls loudly - throwing himself at Ron. Sadly all he manages to do is cause us both to lose our balance - sending us crashing to the floor, with me on top… just the way I like it.
"Potter, would you be so kind as to get the fuck off me!" But I like you in this position… it's very nice
"No, I don't think I will... I like you in this position." I accentuate my point by grinding down into him… hopefully he'll get the hint.
"Get Off!" No, I don't think I will.
"And what will you give me if I do?" A little blackmail never hurt anybody.
"Well?" Come on, I haven't got all day. Wait a minute… yes I do.
"Let me up... and we'll see." This blackmail thing isn't that bad… I'll have to try it more often.
I ease off him gradually, halting momentarily to nip at his neck, before standing completely. He pushes his self up leisurely - before coming to stand behind me. Wrapping his arms around my waist he beings to place soft kisses to my neck. The logical part of my brains screams that he's being way too calm about this, but the part that controls my libido tells that part to fuck off.
"Lay down on the bed." Ohh goodie, now the fun begins.
"Close your eyes." How about… no.
"What? No." I don't trust you as far as I could throw you. And with us being about equal height and weight… that isn't far.
"Do it or I'll leave." Blackmail isn't that much fun when you're on the other end of it.
"Fine, but if you try anything... funny, I will make you regret it."
"Sounds fair."
I close my eyes reluctantly but due to my impatient nature… I peeked. And it's a good thing I did, since he now has his wand pointed at me. I make a dive for my own wand but unfortunately… he was faster.
"Constringo." I know that spell… I love that spell… oh shit.
Knowing all too well what will happen if that spell hits me, I try to dodge it… but fail miserably. I feel the invisible robes wind around my arms and legs - effectively stopping me from going anywhere. I have to force myself not to cry in defeat. This is not what was supposed to happen!
"Draco, get these fucking ropes off. me. now." You should never tie someone up without asking first… it's bloody rude.
He shakes his head distractedly (as if he's contemplating doing just that) before making his way over to me.
"I would have thought you would be into this kind of thing, Potter." I never said I wasn't.
"Not against my will, Malfoy." And there's usually a lot more nakedness involved.
"Ahh, come on Harry... you'll like this I promise." I very highly doubt that.
He crawls onto the bed, straddling me, and I think that maybe just maybe I was wrong. That I will enjoy this... that he isn't trying to do something evil. He leans down to lick at my neck and my thoughts are only intensified. This may not be so bad after all.
"I have something for you." A present? For me? I like presents.
He reaches into his pocket and to my horror, pulls out a collar almost identical to the one I gave him. No no no, this is not how this was supposed to go. I am not happy about this at all.
"Do you recognize it Harry? It's just like the one I have... with a few minor adjustments of course." Of course it has adjustments. Why would I wear a collar that says 'Property of Harry Potter'? I know I belong to myself. Why would I need a collar to tell people that?
He leans in closer and I begin to thrash my head from side to side, trying desperately to prevent him from putting the damn thing on me. He tires of this quickly and before I know it, he's grabbed hold of my neck and locked the collar around it with a snap.
"There, now we match." Lovely.
"Get this thing off me Draco." I doubt it will be that easy, but at least I tried.
"Yours will come off, when mine comes off." You mean I have to wear it forever? But that's not fair.
"Fine." I can wear it if you can.
"Oh look at the time... I really must be getting to potions." Of course you do. Can't have Snape's favorite pupil late, now can we? God you're such a brown noser.
He jumps off of me, placing one last patronizing kiss on my lips, then heads straight toward the door. Isn't he going to let me go? I have classes too.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Like, oh I dunno… letting me out of these fucking ropes.
"No." Prick
As soon as he's out of sight I begin thrashing at my binds, pulling at them, trying to bite at them… anything to get them off. I simply refuse to yell for help. It would be far too embarrassing for someone to run up here, only to find me spread out and tied down on the bed like this. I let my head fall back against the pillow and concentrate with everything I have on getting my wand. I've heard of people using wandless magic before, but I've never tried it myself, and this seems like the perfect opportunity to do so. I concentrate as best I can but alas… it just isn't working. I will just lay here until I die I suppose… or until classes let out.
"Harry? I saw Malfoy leave - what in Merlin's name are you doing?" Ron! Thank the gods.
"Trying to make a snow angel, only it's been very difficult being that there's no snow in here. What does it look like? Draco used 'Constringo' on me and I can't reach my wand to undo it… so if you wouldn't mind." Idiot
"Oh right… Finite Incantatem." Finally
The moment I am free I all but jump out of bed, heading straight for the door. However, I am delayed by a very tall redhead in my way.
"Uh… Harry?" Oh my, where are my manners?
"Thanks Mate." Now could you please stop obstructing the doorway with your mammoth body… I have things to do.
"No, no it's not that… it's… what's around your neck? Please tell me it's not what I think it is, because if it is then, then… oh I don't know what… but it's bad." Whoops. In my haste I seem to have forgotten I've been branded.
"Damn, I almost forgot about that." Now I'll just pop over to the mirror and check this baby out… before I remove it of course.
I make my way over to the mirror, to admire my new accessory. It really is a lovely collar, one of which I would have most likely worn willingly… if I was asked politely of course.
Nevertheless, it has to come off.
"Alohamora" Any minute now.
"Harry?" Silence! I'm trying to concentrate.
"Expositus." There now… that should do it.
"Harry?" Why didn't that do it? All right then, let me try this.
"Finite Incantatem." I tug at the collar a bit but it still refuses to move, blasted Malfoy… these things are more alike than I thought.
"Harry." Okay, desperate times, call for desperate measures.
"Open Sesame?" FUCK!
"Harry." All right not, really desperate measures.
"Abracadabra?" I really didn't think that would work but it was worth a try.
"HARRY!" BUSY
"WHAT? Can't you see I'm busy Ron?" Honestly do you mind, I am in crisis here.
"We're going to be late for potions if you don't hurry up." I absolutely refuse to step foot out of this room with this contraption on… it's demeaning.
"I'm not going anywhere until I get this off." Unless it's to an S&M party and I do not believe there will be one here any time soon… not after that last time. Poor Seamus.
"Well mate, as much as it pains me to say it… I don't think it's coming off, just button your collar all the way up or something." Well that's reassuring.
"But someone may see it - hang on, what's that spell Hermione uses to hide her pimples?" Oh she like to pretend she's all humble and what not, but when it comes right down to it… she's as vain as the rest of us.
"Velius. I think." Here goes nothing.
"Velius." Marvelous… I'll have to thank Hermione for her vainness later.
Instantly the collar becomes invisible, and I have to put a hand up to touch it, just to make sure it's still there. Satisfied with this temporary remedy I turn back to Ron.
"That'll have to do… come on." I have business to attend to.
We have just enough time to get to potions - if we run, so we do. Fortunately we arrive just in time, to hear Draco making a little announcement.
"IT SAYS PROPERTY OF HARRY POTTER NOT-" Interesting.
"Good to see you announcing it so freely Draco." Or at all.
He stands there for a moment - mouth open, gawking at me. So I take the opportunity to make a little announcement of my own.
"See. Mine... don't touch." All mine, mine mine mine, no one else's… mine.
I notice immediately that almost everyone in the room is no longer looking at me. They are all averting their eyes, in a guilty like fashion, as if they've been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Then it hits me, almost a third of the people in this room have had some kind of encounter - of a sexual nature - with MY Draco. That is not allowed. No one is allowed to touch him, but me… no one. I will not stand for this I will not - ohh no, Draco does not look pleased.
"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-" Now hang on a minute, I would hardly can Voldemort a pathetic old man. A little past his prime sure, oh hell, he was a pathetic old man… but everyone was a afraid of him and I did kill him so, is it wrong of me to ask for a little rule bending every now and then. It's not like I walk in to the Great Hall every morning screaming 'I DEMAND A SACRAFICE' now is it?
"Alright alright, calm down... before you break into a chorus of 'Sister's Are Doin it for Themselves'." He is such a drama queen… it's sad really.
"I don't have any sisters, Potter." I'm sure you do… somewhere… I highly doubt your father was the faithful type. You've probably got loads of siblings all over the country.
"No... but you do have a big gay finger in my face." That may have not been the best thing to say at this point in time.
I barley have time to react before he grabs hold of my robes, lifting me a few inches off the floor. Huh, he's freakishly strong when he's angry… need to remember that. However his physical assault on my person only lasts for about a second before he releases his hold - running from the room. What the hell is his problem? He didn't even hit me not once… very disappointed about that. I could really go for a little physical contact right now.
"Alright everyone back to your seats, shows over. Unless you have an encore of your pathetic teenage drama scheduled for later Mr. Potter?" Not to my knowledge no.
"No, no. Carry on Professor." And I am not pathetic… you're just jealous because you're not getting any.
"Thank you for your permission Mr. Potter. I'm not sure I could have carried on without it." Sarcastic bitch.
"You're welcome." You hook nosed, greasy haired, bitter asshole.
"Oh and Mr. Potter." What now Satan?
"Yes."
"Fifty points from Gryffindor for disrupting my class." Who didn't see that coming?
As Snape begins to prattle on about something I care nothing about, I run over the mornings events. Draco bullied his way into Gryffindor tower, snooped through my things, found the collar I was saving, for a… special occasion and freaked out. I, being the genius that I am, tricked him into said collar (does a mental victory dance) but was most unfortunately tricked into one myself but luckily managed to hide mine from the public eye. And no matter how much pleasure these events have caused me, I am most distressed by the fact Draco, my Draco has had some kind of sex with far more people than I care to think about.
It's not that I thought he was a virgin or anything, it's just, well… he's mine now, and if any of these people think for one second they can lay a hand on my Draco, well, they are sadly misinformed. I may need to make an announcement… for the sake of the student population.
I am drawn out of my inner turmoil by a knock at the potions room door, as this is not an everyday occurrence. No one ,and I mean no one, interrupts Snape's potions lesson… not even Dumbledore. I glace up at Snape to find him glaring hatefully at entrance to the small potions room, obviously furious by the nerve of who dares interrupt his class.
"Come in." I like leather… I'd like a pair of leather pants. I'd like to see Draco in a pair of leather pants. I wonder if there's a store around here where I could by some.
"Professor Snape." Yes, tight leather pants, with no shirt.
"Yes Mr. Smith? I do hope you have a very good reason for interrupting my lesson." And in the rain, water glistening down his bare chest, beading off his tight black leather pants -
"I need to speak with Harry Potter sir." Did someone say my name?
"What about?" I don't know that guy. What does he want?
"It's private sir." Oh no, not other loony who thinks we're in some kind of relationship because I fucked them once… I could not go through that again. I don't care how good of a lay they were.
"I'm sure it is Mr. Smith but seeing as how you felt the need to barge into my class I would think I have a right to know what it's about don't you?" That reminds me, I need to owl Fred and tell him to cease and desist with the naked pictures. I honestly thought he was George.
"It's about Draco Malfoy sir." Draco? What about Draco?
I am out of my seat and heading towards the door before I even realize what I'm doing, but he needs to tell me something about Draco… and I want to know what it is.
"I do not recall telling you, you where excused Mr. Potter." I do not remember this being any of your business.
"Good thing I didn't ask you then, isn't it?"
I am out the door before he can even form a reply. I don't have time for him anyway. Who does he think he is trying to tell me what I can and cannot do… it's ludicrous.
The boy - Smith or something I believe, just stands there staring at me for a moment or two, obviously shocked at the way I spoke to the hateful potions Professor. So being the nice boy I am, I try to snap him out of it.
"Well? What about Draco." He didn't lose his legs or anything did he? Leather pants would look rather silly on someone with no legs.
"Oh, first of all, my name is David and there's this girl -" And I care about you and this girl because?
"Not to be rude or anything, but I did not just walk out of a potions lesson with Serverus Snape to hear the boring details of your love life, so if we could get to the part about Draco." And it better involve him still having his legs.
"Wow, all the other Slytherins were right… you really are an asshole." I am not… ok maybe I am, but only a little.
"Dangerous ground… Draco. Talk. Now." I'd hate to have to beat it out of you… no I wouldn't.
"Anyway, I was in the abandoned store room on the third floor, you know the one near, the astronomy tower." No
"Yes… get on with it."
"Ok ok, don't' rush me, anyway I was in there with this… friend of mine, when Malfoy came barging in and threw me out. He's still in there with her now." He better not be saying what I think he's saying.
"Let me get this straight. Draco, barged in on you and some girl, threw you out but let the girl stay? Why?" I'll kill him.
"Well it didn't look like he wanted to play exploding snap with her if you know what I mean. I told her it wasn't a good idea, that you and he… were… involved or something, but she told that you weren't there, so it didn't matter." He's a dead man.
"Where exactly is this storage room again."