Title: Hogwarts' School for Incurably Criminal Boys

Category: Harry Potter

Genres: Romance/Drama

Rating: M

Summary: AU HP/DM Welcome to Hogwarts' School for Incurably Criminal Boys and meet your fav HP characters—gone wrong.

Heya to whoever's reading this! Thank you very very much for reviewing and boosting my ego! I'm really sorry for the late update, because I ran into a little writer's block...to be honest, this chapter isn't my favorite, I was expecting it to be my favorite though...isn't that weird?

Blame it all on summer school, I swear, 8 days left! Wish me luck and enjoy!

-BoC

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03

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Harry stopped dead in the doorway of Block A. "What the…?" He trailed off weakly and just stared at the scene before him.

Malfoy was reclining on one of the cots, completely naked, and he took great care to arch his body just so, that nothing was hidden, "Hello, Harry." He smirked, "Come in, I don't bite. My boys do that, if I ask them nicely."

Harry could neither move nor speak, just stared.

"What? Never seen a naked boy before?" Malfoy's voice was not unlike watered silk, strange and enticing. "…I'm surprised the Raggedy Weasels haven't told you that I slept in the nude."

Harry swallowed and finally managed, "…They didn't."

"Oh, really?" A silky eyebrow rose at this statement.

"…Yes, really."

"Well," Malfoy rolled off the cot and walked to over to where Harry still stood rooted to the spot and gawking. He took him by the wrist and led him in, and closed the door, "That's a shame."

Harry still couldn't stop staring.

"Serverus told me you were going to share a room with me." Malfoy continued as he lifted up Harry's wrist to his lips, "I was glad. I've been so lonely every night."

Harry all but jerked his wrist away and jammed his hand into his pants pocket. "Stop that! I told you not to…"

Malfoy's finger was like velvet on his lower lip, quieting him, "Harry," The blonde's voice now held a bit of an edge to it, "Don't make me angry, or else I might have to do something to you that you won't like. I've been very patient with you so far."

Harry remained stiff, and he tried not to look at Malfoy, he tried focusing his gaze on the closed metal door, but the fact that Malfoy was naked made it…well, difficult, to say the least. "Why, Malfoy?"

"What the hell do you mean why?" The gray eyes bore into him, half curious, half angry.

"Why…do you do this to me?" Harry's mouth felt suddenly dry, even though he had drank a lot of water to make up for not eating anything during dinner. He licked his lips and licked Malfoy's finger, somewhere along the way—by accident, pure accident.

Malfoy obviously didn't miss his change of expression. Smirk widening, he said nothing, not moving either, except only to put another finger on Harry's lip.

Harry didn't, couldn't move.

Even when Malfoy curled his body firmly against him and kissed him, he didn't.

Even when he was lying on one of the cots, with Malfoy half straddling him, licking his neck, Harry stayed eerily still. It was as if everything but his consciousness had left him, thus rendering him, most conveniently helpless.

"…Draco?"

A voice calling them both back.

Harry came to, shoving Malfoy off and standing up, almost tripping over his own feet in his haste. He backed towards the nearest wall, away from the blonde boy, who now resembled a dirtied porcelain doll lying there on the cold concrete floor.

The door to Block A, Harry suddenly realized, with a feeling of horror and embarrassment, was open. And a wide-eyed boy was standing there, in the doorway, staring at them.

Silence.

Harry wished he could die. Or if dying wasn't an option, he wished he could have crawled into a deep endless hole and be buried there for the rest of eternity. The strange boy was now staring at him like he was an unwanted slug on a kitchen table.

"…Nott." Malfoy spoke at last, glaring at the boy as he got to his feet and looked around—for something to cover himself with, most likely. Upon finding nothing, he grabbed the nearest blanket. "What the fuck was that for?"

Nott, Harry thought, now that he actually had time to think, was a rather weedy-looking boy with a ratty face. In fact, Nott looked very much like the boy sitting at Malfoy's table who looked like he didn't belong.

Nott glared right back, seemingly unperturbed that Malfoy was Malfoy, not saying anything.

"…Close the door, Nott." Malfoy said, most of his indignation gone, now he was just weary, he sank down on the cot, "Harry gets embarrassed easily."

The mention of his name caused Nott to swing his direction after slamming the door. Harry cringed when a half smirk claimed the other boy's thin colorless lips, an expression he undoubtedly picked up from Malfoy. "Oh, yes, the useless fucking whore that fucked his way all the way to Block A, I'm impressed."

Harry felt the heat of Malfoy's pale eyes on him, obviously waiting to see how he would respond. "I'm not a whore." Harry said, forcing himself to be calm, for his body not to shake. With a sidelong glance at the naked figure, he tried to assume a lightly dignified air, "What kind of tales have you been telling?"

Malfoy appeared very amused, he laughed, "…Only the ones worth telling, Harry."

Nott looked between Harry and Malfoy, with clear distain for both. "Fuck you."

"I'd expect no less." Harry crossed his arms, and tried to muster up a look of contempt, he thought he failed though, because all Nott did was laugh long and loud in his face.

"To be honest, Draco," Nott turned back to Malfoy now, "It looked like you were molesting him."

"Well, who knows? Maybe I was, whatever I was doing, he enjoyed, and so did I." Malfoy did a good job of keeping his voice light. "Now get the fuck out before you make me mad enough to call for Crabbe and Goyle."

Nott looked somewhat stricken at this threat, but still angry. "You can't do that!"

"I can and I will." Malfoy stood up, he was at least half a head taller than Nott, though he still clutched the blanket to his waist, "I'd take care of you myself, but then...with Harry waiting, I wouldn't want to dirty my hands on you, would I, Nott?"

Truth to tell, Harry thought both Malfoy and Nott appeared rather anorexic and, therefore they were most likely unable to stand their own in a fistfight. But the odds were fair like that.

Nott was fuming, "I…I…" Finding no words, he spat on the floor to show his disgust. "Fuck you." The glob of spit landed near Malfoy's feet, which was too near.

And the next minute, Nott was there, on the ground with his face wiping his own spit. It happened in a lightning second, so fast that Harry didn't even have time to blink once. Malfoy held the boy down with one foot crushing his neck, almost, but not quite. "One time too many. Get out."

This time, Nott shot out of the room quicker than a bullet without any more prompting.

"I'm sorry, Harry." Malfoy said, conveniently dropping the blanket when he closed the door behind Nott, "It seems that Nott doesn't like you, much."

"Oh…um, it's all right. I reckon I don't fancy him much either." Said Harry, whose mind was all jumbled up again from seeing Malfoy naked and Nott and well, just about everything else, pretty much. "Did you tell everyone I was a whore, Malfoy?"

Malfoy looked properly stunned and hurt at this, "Why would I, of all people call you a whore, Harry?"

Harry resisted the temptation of telling Malfoy that he himself was the first person ever to call him a whore, but, however smitten the blonde boy was with him, Harry thought it best not to push his limits. All he said was merely, "I'm going to sleep."

Malfoy raised a mildly amused eyebrow, "...Without even saying good night? Or changing?"

Harry reddened, but he did manage to throw himself facedown on the cot on time for Malfoy not to see. "No."

The other boy didn't say anything else after that; he turned off the lights, though. "How rude."

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"Harry! You're alive!" Was the first thing Ron said to him when Harry joined them for breakfast. Late, of course, but Snape hadn't been prowling around, so that was all right.

"Alive and virginity intact," said Fred with a rather dark air, "Or so we hope."

"Did you sleep well?" George inquired, obviously trying very hard not to snigger, and failing heroically.

Harry looked down at his bowlful of gray stuff, it looked strangely more appetizing than the night before, he took a tentative spoonful, it didn't taste like poison…much "I slept all right. It wasn't as bad…as I thought."

Ron looked as if he didn't know whether to be horrified or disgusted. "So you did, didn't you, Harry? You let him! You actually let Malfoy fuck you?"

"Shove it, Ron." Seamus said in a very bored voice, "I thought we already established last night that you won't be the first to get into Harry's pants. You said you weren't going to be upset."

Ron's ears reddened, "…Shut up, Seamus."

Harry took another spoonful of the gray stuff, having eaten nothing whatsoever since yesterday morning, he was ravenous, but still as anxious as ever to avoid an early death. "Hey…a boy came in Block A looking for Malfoy."

"A lot of boys come in Block A looking for Malfoy." Dean told him, "Which one are you talking about?"

"Well…Malfoy called him Nott."

"…Ah, Nott." Fred nodded knowingly. "…Malfoy's most obedient fuck toy yet." Then he asked, probably in an attempt to be kind, "Eyes burn much? They do that all the time. In the halls, classrooms, in fact, I wouldn't be surprised if they were doing it--" He craned his neck, "—Right now. Guess not."

Harry felt himself grow hot, "…Actually…Malfoy told him to…get out. He threatened to call for Crabbe and Goyle."

"He did?" George asked, "Well…that's interesting. It seemed like yesterday, the same thing happened to Blaise Zabini. Bet Nott's not too happy about that." He snorted.

"…Huh?" Harry looked blank.

"Remember the cronies you met yesterday?" Seamus said, obviously a little too eager to get into the fray, "Every one of them, well…I guess in the case of Misters Crabbe and Goyle it's very very questionable, but…yeah, Malfoy's had every one of them. And Nott's the only one taking it so fucking personally. It's annoying."

"So watch out that you don't become one of them." Fred said teasingly, "We like you too, Harry. And Ronnie here might jump off a cliff if you become Malfoy's new whore."

"Hey!" Ron crossed his arms and looked most severely offended.

What the hell was it with everyone calling him a whore? Harry's face flared up again.

Cold fingers suddenly clamped Harry's shoulder and he whirled around, all too grimly knowing who he would see. "Good morning, Malfoy."

The Weasleys and Dean and Seamus remained silent, just watching him.

Malfoy smirked. "Well, at least Harry has manners." He leaned down and brushed his lips lightly against Harry's forehead. Harry tried very hard not to flinch. "I hope they're not poisoning you too much, Harry, love. I'll see you in class, along with my boys, yes?"

With that, the blonde sauntered away, with Crabbe and Goyle in tow.

"Classes?" Harry asked, when he had recovered. Malfoy kissing him (even though it was only on the forehead) and calling him 'love' in one breath was overwhelming, to say the least.

Fred jerked Ron by the collar so the younger (red-faced) redhead sat down. "Calm down, Ronnie." He said sharply, "…Yeah, classes, it's Thursday, so it's Literature. Tomorrow it's Latin and so forth."

"Literature? Latin?" Harry said, still looking confused.

"Don't ask me." Dean said rather darkly, getting to his feet, "They don't ever teach us anything useful. Maybe they think we'll all move to Rome when we get out…who knows?"

Dean and Seamus left, leaving Harry alone with the Weasleys, with Ron glaring at him, and George and Fred sniggering openly at him, he suddenly felt very alone again.