Magical Mayhem

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Chapter five

"Unknown dangers!" Harry snorted in a very unattractive way, "What an idiot!"

"Yes" Draco said, they were currently strolling back to their rooms, he thought that it was best just to agree with Harry considering the mood that he was currently in.

"And he called me a spoilt brat! How anyone can call me that I have no idea, I'm a celebrity for crying out loud, they should respect me damn it, not look down at me and certainly not exploit me." He raged, if Draco had had the courage he would have pointed out that he was acting pretty brat-like currently, however he didn't say a thing about that.

"You know Harry, angry sex can be quite pleasing." Draco pointed out, Harry stopped, and considering the speed that he had been walking it was all Draco could do not to walk straight into him.

"Draco, do you ever think about anything else, besides I'm not having sex with you, angry or otherwise, I'm still mad at you for not telling me about the bonding."

"But we had sex, many, many times; I thought that meant you had forgiven me for that." Draco pointed out, slightly confused.

"There is a difference between sex and forgiveness Draco." Harry said as they resumed their walking.

"So no angry sex?"

"No Draco, no angry sex … well maybe later."

"Marvellous!"

"Draco"

"Yes Harry"

"You know what I want to do?"

"No, I don't know what you want to do; I'm hoping that it involves sex."

"It involves alcohol and another game of truth dare or strip with the occasional 'have you ever' thrown in."

"And maybe sex?"

"Okay, fine, maybe sex."

"Marvellous."

Harry was amazed at how many of their conversations involved sex, angry or otherwise, he wondered if they could actually have a normal conversation at all, somehow he doubted it, at least not now.

They both had an abnormally large sex drive; it was scary how many times Harry had had to ask Rodger to stand guard outside store cupboard doors while they went in for a quickie.

Rumours had spread around the school like a wildfire in the heat of summer, whenever Rodger was spotted waiting outside a cupboard door a story was printed in witch weekly, by this point Harry was the richest wizard in the world, Katie had set up the agreement that if his name, or one of his fun nick names like 'saviour' or 'boy-who-lived' was in the article then Harry was paid five hundred galleons and if his picture was printed then it cost the offending publication six hundred and fifty galleons.

No one had made another move on Harry since Seamus had last tried but no article had appeared about Draco being a veela, Harry had questioned why however he really didn't care whether they (they being the wizarding world) knew or not, it was his life and certainly had nothing to do with them.

The day came for them to go to Hogsmead together, the entire night had been spent making love, neither had got a minute of sleep and both were slightly irritable but happy nonetheless. Harry was a little sore, in fact he had got sore sometime during the night and had made Draco bottom for a while and as a result both were walking a little funny, but that was mainly because of the paddle that Harry had conjured.

Ron and Hermione were glaring at them whenever they got the chance, however they seemed intimidated by the fact Rodger just glared back at them, flexing his muscles.

He had come in handy on a number of occasions, especially when it came to sex, Dumbledore wasn't exactly happy about the uses Harry had found for Rodger but he couldn't exactly fire the man, Harry needed someone to look out for him.

Dumbledore couldn't afford to have Harry running off on one of his little adventures and almost dying again, especially not with Draco in tow, at least with the two of them together they seemed far more content to have sex at every available moment rather than focusing their energies on more dangerous endeavours.

Anyway, going back to the Hogsmead trip, Harry and Draco were headed for the Three Broomsticks for a couple of butterbeers, probably not the best thing to do after a night of drinking and stripping and sex … lots of sex, but that was the plan.

Every student above third year seemed to be present in the pub plus reporters and locals, neither cared that much, it just meant that they couldn't have a full out snogging session, well they could, nothing was stopping them but Harry did want some element of privacy to his life.

Although this had been clearly stated (something Draco wasn't exactly pleased about, not when all he thought of was sex with Harry) they had arranged to go around the back for a blowjob or two and maybe even a quickie.

What the couple didn't expect was that when they did finally leave the Three Broomsticks and drove into an alley behind the pub that Rodger would get stunned and a photographer from Witch Weekly snuck round as well to take a look.

It took three flashes of the camera before Harry had pulled his trousers up and apparated them both away. Undaunted by this experience as soon as they arrived to wherever Harry had apparated them Draco was back on his knees.

"Draco, stop it" Harry said simply,

"What's wrong?"

"That was a reporter."

"So"

"Do you know what that means?"

"No" Draco said very honestly.

"Big Trouble."

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