Hyo: I don't own HP but I semi-own Erika Heartsie.
Fushigi: -Scoff-
Ookami: Lupin's hot…
Ch. 2
"Hey, I'll meet up with you guys in a sec…okay?" Harry muttered, motioning them away.
"Er…okay…" Ron said in a low, skeptical voice.
"Alright, see you there."
Hermione dragged Ron down the stairs by his ear, leaving Draco and Harry alone.
"So….How's Potty without Weasleby and Mudblood?" Malfoy scoffed in a low drawl.
"Just…fine…" Harry replied smoothly, trying not to show and positive emotions.
"Oh…that's…" Say something nasty …"Good…." DAMN!
Draco silently cursed himself as Harry looked at him with interest.
"So, are you going down to dinner?" He asked with a slight smile.
"Fuck off Potter…" Malfoy bit, marching down the stairs defiantly, dismissing the fact that Harry was attempting to flirt with him. (And doing a horrible job.)
Nice recovery…SHOW NO MERCY!
You're still gay and you know it…
Shut it…
Harry stared exasperatedly down at Draco, who was swiftly making his way into the Great Hall. His arse looked very nice in those jeans…
"Oh my lord…did I just think that Malfoy's arse was hot….Oh…shit…" Harry muttered in disbelief. Unlucky for him, just as he spoke those words, Pansy and Erika strutted by.
"Did he just say…?" Erika gasped, her horror quickly turning to a sly smile.
"Oh…yes he did….!" Pansy squealed, looking back on a stunned Harry. "Regardless, I don't like competition, even from the opposite sex…"
"You shouldn't take Potty as a threat. He couldn't get laid in a morgue anyway…" She chuckled, glancing up at Draco, who had positioned himself between Blaise and Goyle.
"Well, here it goes…"
"Go get 'em tiger!"
Pansy glided sexily up to Draco and shoved her self between Blaise and Draco. Looking over, he smiled meekly and attempted to kiss her hand, which was impossible due to the fact that Goyle was shoved against him on one side.
"Er…g-good evening Pansy…h-how are you..?" He stuttered, trying to maintain his calm demeanor.
"Fine Drakie…You know, you hurt my feelings today." She pouted, turning away from Malfoy, which proved harder to do than she figured.
"I'm sorry love," EW…you called her love… "I was just under a bit of stress, that's all."
"Oh…I guess I have to forgive you…huh?"
"Yah."
Whatever…
They continued to eat their Dinner in silence.
MEANWHILE…
"I can't believe that bastard…what a prick." Ron growled, looking over at an upset Harry.
"Was it something I said?" He cried, poking his salad with his fork.
"Of course not…He's just a jerk…" Hermione whispered gently, patting Harry's hand.
"Er… just 'cause you're gay, do you HAVE to act so much like a girl?" Ron hissed, throwing his fork down.
Harry let out a little sob and fell into Hermione's arms dramatically, attracting stares from the Gryffindors.
"Ronald! You're upsetting him!" Hermione bit, stroking Harry's back comfortingly.
"But he's acting like a bloody git!"
"He's having a hard time! Quit it!"
Ron let out a noise that sounded like the combination of a grunt and a cough that sounded eerily like 'crybaby'.
"Ronald!"
"What did I do!"
MEANWHILE…
Draco and Pansy were getting really interment at the Slytherin table. Blaise and Goyle were in the process of scooting as far away from the two as quickly as humanly possible, due to the fact they were snogging so hard.
"Oh Draco!" Pansy moaned, grabbing his head trusting it back.
"Pansy!" He replied, licking her face. (Contrary to popular belief, he had probably never snogged before…)
You mean Cow…
Shut up…
"MR. MALFOY AND MS. PARKINSON! IF YOU ARE GOING TO SNOG, DO IT IN PRIVACY! NOT IN THE GREAT HALL!" Snape bellowed from the staff table.
"I'm not hungry anyway…come on, let's go." Pansy whispered as she pulled him out of the hall and up the stairs by the wrist.
A loud burst of whistles and cat-calls rang out from thee Slytherin table as Pansy dragged him up the flight of stairs.
"OW!"
"Shuddup..."
Demanding…huh?
Shut up.
You aren't proving anything…you're only going to embarrass yourself…you've NEVER snogged, let alone shagged before!
Shut UP!
Okay…you're loss….but, we all know who gonna be in control…snicker…
Growl…
By this time, Pansy had dragged him all the way back to the common room and up to the boy's Dorms.
She shoved all of the remaining boys out, congered up candles covered the ground in some weird, soft material, and got rid of all the beds but one.
(A/N: GASP! SHE WAS CAPABLE OF SOMETHING!)
She jumped onto Draco and began to rip his shirt off, causing the buttons to pop off. She tried to undo his pants, but he stopped her.
You're gonna regret it.
No I won't I can look after myself!
Don't do it
I will……maybe…
Don't…
I…will…of won't I…
"Drakie, what's wrong?" Pansy muttered, sitting up.
"I…er….get to take some of your clothes off now.
You FUCKING IDIOT!
"YAY!"
Draco ripped off her shirt and fumbled with her bra.
"Let me help you."
She unclasped her bra, sending Draco into a cold shutt.
"My turn!"
She undid his pants and left him in a T-shirt and Boxers.
It went on like this for several minutes until both only had their undergarments on.
You can still turn back…
No…
Hyo: Just writing that made me shutter…;;
Fushigi: eye twitches .O
Ookami: that…is…sick…o.O
Hyo: I know…I get my nasty experience from reading fictions like this one…;;
Fushigi: begins to hurl in a trashcan that dropped out of a random plot hole in the sky. XX
Ookami: Er…right…--;;