Chapter 4 - The Classroom of Secrets
Draco was lying on the sofa, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a cold flannel pressed against his forehead.
"There you go Smushy Pooh," Narcissa cooed, handing Draco a hot bowl of tomato soup.
"Mummy?" Draco said in a snuffled voice, accepting the bowl with trembling hands.
"Yes my dear?"
"I want to go to school," he said.
"Oh darling, you can't! You are too ill!" She objected.
"But mummy, I've been off school for a week. The cheerleading squad needs me. Please mother please," Draco pleaded.
"Oh Draco, how can I deny that innocent face?" she said, sweeping a strand of Draco's hair from his forehead, "alright, I will take you to school, but you are to come straight home if you feel any worse, ok?"
"Thank you mother"
Narcissa stood up and paced the living room, "I told Lucius not to go on that trip! I said to him that you needed me here. But did he listen? Of course he didn't. And look what happened. My poor little Smushy Pooh gets the flu! You were dreadfully ill when we came back, you know. It's a good thing those little friends of yours were here to take care of you. Although I must admit, I was surprised you didn't ask permission before letting a few friends come round. But never mind, it's not as if you did anything terrible together is it, my sweet little prince?" she smiled.
Draco didn't answer, but hastily drank his soup.
Draco shifted restlessly in his seat. He usually enjoyed Professor Lupin's history classes, but he was still preoccupied after so much time off school. He was even quite relieved when the lunch bell rang, as he was keen to talk to his friends. He needed more information on what had happened at the party. His memory was still very hazy.
Professor Lupin remained seated at his desk as the class filed out of the room. He was obviously in no hurry to leave. He appeared to be engrossed in his marking but looked up immediately when he heard a movement by the entrance of the empty classroom.
His new arrival closed he door and sauntered over to Lupin's desk.
"Hello gorgeous," Lupin said, grinning wolfishly, "come over here where I can get my hands on you."
"I've really been looking forward to this"
"You and me, both, babe," Lupin said, wrapping his arms around the object of his desire.
His sweetheart moved in for a deep and passionate kiss, panting slightly.
"I want you now"
"Whatever you want, big boy," Lupin whispered, "whatever you want"
Sirius grinned.
Draco sat down with his lunch tray and mauled a piece of carrot with his fork.
Hermione glanced at him anxiously, "Draco," she said, "are you ok?"
"If you want," he said, absent-minded.
"Draco you seem a bit distracted, are you sure there's nothing wrong?" Ginny asked, placing a concerned hand on his shoulder.
Ron and Flash exchanged nervous looks across the table. They still hadn't discussed the events of Saturday night with anyone. And they didn't really intend to.
"No, I'm fine," Draco reassured them.
The girls still looked unconvinced but didn't press the matter any further.
"Does anyone have a history textbook I can borrow?" Pansy asked the group, "I left mine in my locker and I need to get started on my essay."
"Oh yeh, I do," Draco said, rummaging around in his bag for it … "what? Its not in here."
"Maybe you left it behind," Ron suggested with a mouthful of potato.
"I must have," Draco sighed, "ah well, I better go get it, will you watch my food?"
He then hauled his school bag onto his shoulder and trudged out of the canteen.
Draco slouched down the corridor, his hands in his pockets. Lost in thought. What happened that night of the party? He thought to himself. Why are Ron and Flash acting so weirdly? I thought they hated each other. What's going on?
He had been asking himself these same questions over and over for the past week. But no one seemed to be able to give him any answers.
Draco sighed again and turned the doorknob that lead to Professor Lupin's classroom … when all of a sudden …
"Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!" Draco screamed, "OMG!" He sprinted out of the classroom as fast as he could.
Professor Lupin and Sirius the janitor were making crazy naked love on the desk. Their clothes and sex toys were scattered all over the floor and their bare bodies were tightly intertwined.
"My eyes! My eyes!" Draco screeched, falling to his knees, "Oh my virgin eyes!"
People in the corridor stopped and stared.
"What's going on?" They all asked, shocked.
"Male fornication!" Draco yelled, "Male fornication on the teachers desk!"
Everyone around him poured into the classroom. Many screamed, others laughed and some even started retching.
By this time the entire canteen had flooded down the corridor to investigate the cause of all the noise.
Colin Creevey was at the front, his camera at the ready. He pushed his way to the front of the throng and clicked.
Draco was carried into the Principal's office on a stretcher, breathing deeply into a paper bag. Flash at his side.
Professor Lupin and Sirius were already present in the office (fully clothed now and highly embarrassed.)
Dumbledore - the principal – was sitting behind his desk, looking slightly dazed.
They all sat, sniffing at the distinctively aromatic atmosphere of the Principal's office.
Even though Draco was still traumatized, he found himself oddly soothed by it.
They all breathed in deeply and sighed.
A shadowy figure was standing behind Dumbledore's chair. He moved into the light revealing a long hooked nose and a sweep of greasy black hair.
There was a small intake of breathe at his sight.
"Hello," he greeted the room in an exceedingly menacing tone.
"Snape," Lupin said in a nervous voice.
"That's Vice-Principal Snape to you," the man corrected him, then he moved swiftly around the desk and bent close to Draco, "Now," he said in a dangerously calm voice, "Draco, you are, as I have been told, the eye witness at the erotic homosexual spectacle that took place between these two men, are you not?"
Draco fanned himself wildly with his hands and breathed into his paper bag again. He nodded.
"Well, do you think you could do us the courtesy of retelling the story?" Snape asked.
"I … think … so," Draco said in between gasps.
Snape sneered nastily at Lupin and moved back behind Dumbledore, who was giggling quietly to himself, then said, "Proceed"
It took Draco almost two hours to tell his version of the story as he regularly began hyperventilating or fainted. This happened particularly when he had to describe the exact sexual position that Sirius and Lupin were found in.
They, in the meantime, simply turned redder and redder as the story progressed.
Dumbledore however, didn't pay the slightest attention and even wandered outside halfway through the story, taking with him a very curious looking cigarette.
"And that's how it happened," Draco finished, obviously relieved that his torture was over.
"Thank you Draco, that will be all," Snape concluded, but before he could say another word, Narcissa Malfoy burst through the office door, a crucifix held before her as she darted into the room.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed, piling a blanket over Draco's head and holding him close to her, "Get away from my son!" she screeched at Lupin and Sirius, "Spawn of the Devil! Evil! EVIL!"
Dumbledore giggled.
"Oh bless my poor son!" Narcissa howled as Draco struggled to get out of the blanket.
Then suddenly another figure glided into the room, dressed in a long black cloak. A priest.
"Oh holy spirit," he chanted, kneeling down next to Draco and sprinkling holy water over his head, "bless this child for the horrors he has witnessed, bless this child for the horrors he has told, and bless his young innocent soul."
The priest prayed. Draco wriggled. Narcissa wailed. Dumbledore giggled and everyone else just stared.