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Chapter 9: Draco and the flight of the magazine

"You seem confident today, Harry."

"Oh, I try," he said leaning down to graze the smooth skin of Draco's neck. The touch of Harry's lips to Draco's skin sent shivers thro-ugh his spine.

"Would you like your towel Draco?"

"That would be nice," he said with a smirk.

"Mm too bad," Harry moved over the boy's chest.

"Too bad?" he repeated, blinking up at the ceiling. "Is that a challenge Harry?"

"Perhaps," Harry whispered as, he kissed the Slytherin's hard nipple. Draco quivered under the kiss, but he wasn't about to give in. He lifted his arm up to the other boy's waist where the white towel was wrapped around his sleek hips. Taking hold of it Draco quickly kicked his right leg up and pushed Harry over onto his back, before he could resist.

Draco sat on top of Harry as he wrapped the towel around his waist. "Thought you were clever, didn't you?" he asked grinning at his triumph.

"Oh but never as clever or sly as you, Mr. Malfoy," he answered in a mocking tone.

"Potter! Why, you've said something intelligent!" Draco shot back, and at this Harry threw a punch towards him. In his attempt to hit the smirking blonde he failed, as the Slytherin grabbed onto his wrist and pinned it above the brunet's head. "Now, now Harry," Draco whispered into his ear. "That's no way to finish what you've started."

Harry gawked up at the ceiling as the blonde kissed behind his ear gently, moving down to the boys chest before lifting himself up to look down at Harry. A slim finger caressed his skin; it ran down the middle of his chest stopping to be replaced only by a pair of warm lips that traveled back up towards the nape of Harry's neck. Harry held his breath as Draco hesitated for a moment on a spot near the bottom of Harry's chin.

And then Harry realized the reason why Draco had stopped, because in this moment of silence the ever so clear sound of shuffling could be heard. Before the shuffles was the oblivious sound of the door to the locker rooms clicking shut. The shuffles which both Harry and Draco were now aware of were moving around the tile floor in the other room; they stopped for a few moments before they headed towards the shower door.

"Damn it," Draco hissed. "Well Potter, another time I suppose," he pushed himself up and grabbing the other towel swung it around his neck.

"Hey!"

Draco looked back at Harry who was now propped up on his elbows.

"Can I help you?" he asked innocently, one eye brow higher than the other.

"Towel?"

"Oh this?" Harry nodded. "I've got to dry my hair somehow," he said a cocky grin on his face. Harry shook his head as the blonde pushed the shower door open. Ron stood on the other side waiting for Draco to pass.

"Eavesdropping Weasly?" Draco shot at Ron who was trying to glare holes into Draco.

"I don't eavesdrop, Malfoy," Ron snapped back at Draco.

"So what were you doing then?" the blonde's eyes spotting the thin corners of its pages sneaking out from their so concealed spot under the towel in Ron's hands. Draco quickly snatched the magazine from Ron swinging around quickly to get out of the Gryffindor's reach.

"Hm? What's this Weasly! Porn!" he said ducking a punch from the red head. "I didn't know you could afford porn!"

Ron growled in frustration as Draco stepped out of the way of his attack. "Give it here Malfoy!"

"I don't think so Weasly, after all wouldn't want your little girl friend to catch you with it again, now would you?"

"And what exactly are you going to do with it? You don't like girls!" Ron hissed.

"Sell it of course. I may not like girls," he stated looking past Ron to Harry who still lay on the floor. "But I can still profit from your misfortune," he looked back at Ron, who made a final attempt to get the magazine back from its capturer. Ron made a disgusted sound and pushed past him glaring over his shoulder, the towel still in his hands. Draco smirked and exited looking victorious.

"Ron?" Harry said still perched on his elbows. He turned around wide eyed to the naked Harry lying on the floor. Ron's left cheek was redder than his right, and his ears starting to match.

"How'd it go with Hermione?" Harry asked smiling at the red cheek. Ron threw the towel in his arms at Harry. His expression of disgust speaking for any words he would've said.

Draco walked towards the entrance hall wrapped in a bath robe, his clothing balled up in a towel under his arm. He stopped before descending down the stairs to the entrance hall. Draco held the banister as he cringed at the sight of the group of girls near the landing, among them Pansy Parkinson.

Draco slipped behind a suit of armor near by while he debated whether or not his situation with Pansy could get any worse. "You'd think she'd let up a little," he mumbled to himself rolling his eyes.

Stepping out from behind the statue Draco moved towards the stairs. He shifted the ball under his arm and made to go down the stairs when Ron's magazine slipped out from under his arm and went flying threw the air towards the group bellow.

His free hand went after the magazine, grabbing nothing but air. Loosing his foot on the stair, Draco went flying down the flight of stairs directly towards the girls. His head hit the magazine in mid air sending it higher, flying in the direction of Pansy's head.

Her head turned just in time as the magazine hit her smack dab in the face. She let out a cry but it was soon cut short as Draco came flying down after it. Draco's clothing and towel went soaring from his arm into the faces of the girls. Pansy hit two of the girls on her way down to the floor, taking them with her.

When the commotion had ceased, Draco sat half on Pansy, half on the floor, and his hand pressing into the magazine which still remained on the girl's face. Those who still stood, glared at the back of the blondes head as they pealed his sticky clothing off of themselves.

Pansy groaned and said something from under the magazine.

"Who is that?" Draco could hear them start to whisper.

"Probably a Gryffindor," one of them hissed in disgust. Draco shifted his weight uncomfortable with his current situation.

"Nope, it's a Slytherin. See here's his tie."

"Slytherin?" a couple of them said together.

"Not just any Slytherin! That's Draco!" one perked up.

"Draco!" more of them responding this time, including Pansy from under the magazine.

"And he's in a bath robe!"

The girls squealed and Draco took immediate action before they could grab him, unfortunately he wasn't quick enough. Three hands attached themselves to the white cotton robe, pulling it free from his sleek frame. He scurried away from them but felt a firm grip around his ankle pull him down and before he hit the floor he knew that the hand belonged to Pansy Parkinson.