Bathroom! Bathroom! Damn it! Why are there never any when you need one? Wait, I see one, thank god!
Is it empty? Oh, I don't care. I know how to cast a silencing charm.
Ah, that's better. Why did Malfoy have to think that? Does he always think that, I wonder? How does he function with those thoughts going through his head? I don't think I could.
Ooh, ooh, ah, ah, that feels good. I can just imagine what it would be like. He'd push me up against a wall, I like a dominant boy. He'd devour my mouth. I bet his lips are really soft, they always look soft. His tongue would map out my mouth, he'd taste like chocolate mint, yum.
His hands would roam all over my body. It would feel like everything was on fire. Everywhere he touched me would feel like it was burning. His lips would travel down my body, leaving tiny red marks, a mark of ownership.
Mmm, his skin would be incredibly soft. He would be rough and gentle at the same time. Oh, god, I'm cumming! Oh!
Wow, that was amazing. I wonder if it would be the same if it was real... What was that? Did someone just come in?
Shit! Quick, where's my wand? Evanesco. Thank god I finally mastered those stupid silent spells. Okay, be calm, just pretend you were using the toilet.
Hey look! It's Malfoy! I wonder what he's doing in here.
"Potter." He still sounds disdainful.
'God, Potter. I'm alone with Potter. Control yourself, don't do anything.' Maybe you should do something. No, bad Harry, don't encourage it.
"Malfoy." I should get out of here. Ooh, is that his body? It looks so much better when he's not wearing robes.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Potter? The Mudblood become too annoying, whining about Pansy?"
'You are so hot.' How can you think one thing and say another entirely?
"No," a scathing voice, that's good, "Just using the facilities." He's sneering at me, mean. "How about you? Couldn't take Pansy's airheadedness anymore?" Airheadedness? Is that even a word? Good going, Harry.
"At least I know how to shut my women up." His women? How many does he have? Besides, he's gay, isn't he? If he isn't, he's having some really weird thoughts then.
'My women? What possessed me to say that? Everyone knows I'm gay. And, ew, if he takes that the way I meant it, gross. Sleeping with a woman, disgusting!' See, told you he was gay.
"Whatever, Malfoy." I have to leave, being here with him is not helping, and I think I'm getting hard again, oh god. Okay, I'm leaving, good.
'There he goes. I wish I could just fuck him now and get him out of my head. This is so annoying!' What did I do? Why is he so obsessed anyway?
Whew, at least I got out of there before he jumped me or something. I can't believe Malfoy has some kind of weird feelings for me. That is so odd. Who'd have thought it, huh?
I guess I should get back to the common room before Ron and Hermione start wondering what happened to me. At least I can't hear their thoughts when we're not in the same room.
Oh, shut up, Mrs. Norris. It's only in between classes, telling Filch won't do you any good.
"Shoo!" Yeah, that's right, slink away. Nothing to see here.
I'm almost to the common room. Why in heaven's name is it so far up? I wonder if the other common rooms are so far away from everything as Gryffindor Tower is.
"Snickerdoodle." What a weird password. Trust someone to use a muggle cookie as a password. I bet the Slytherins would die if they had a password like that.
Where are Ron and Hermione?
'Why is Ron so dense? I mean, i come on /i , Lavender is soo ugly! Why doesn't he like me? She's not even smart! Hey, there's Harry.' Well, I guess we know what Hermione wants...
"Hi, Harry!" I suppose I should go sit with her.
'Ron, pay attention! Stop staring at Lavenders breasts! Ugh, stupid boys.' Haha, that's funny. I guess he is kind of fixated. Hey, Ron! Snap out of it!
"Hi, Hermione."
"Where have you been, Harry?" Oh, you know, the usual, wanking off to images of my worst enemy.
"I just went to visit Hagrid." That's a plausible excuse.
"Oh." 'Why didn't he invite us?' Because I'm lying... "Well, lunch is soon. Ron, are you paying attention? 'Stupid idiot, tear yourself away from Lavender for half a second, if you would.'
"Huh?" 'Why does Hermione look mad? Did Harry do something?' No, I didn't do anything. You need to learn how to pay attention.
"I said lunch is soon, are you coming?" Hermione sounds a little mad now too.
'Food? Of course!' Do you EVER think of anything else, Ronald?
"Yeah, I'm coming."
'Good, stop staring at Lavender.' Well, she's a little happier I guess.
Aw, and now I have to get up from my comfy chair. I guess it's worth it to eat.
Here we are in the Great Hall, again. Is Malfoy here? Yes, he's over there. He's not looking at me, I'm a little disappointed. Why? I don't know. Why should I be disappointed that he's not looking at me?
Hey, look! Kidney pie, my favorite! I wonder how they cook it, I've never had to make it at the Dursleys, luckily. I bet it's really hard to make. Good thing we have so many house elves here. Hermione's still kind of on her house elf kick. She's tuned it down quite a bit though.
Why is my neck prickling like that? It feels like I'm being watched. Maybe I am...
'How does he get his hair to look so wild? I want to mess it up more, drag my hands through it, force his head down around my cock and make him suck it.' Wow, those are some dirty thoughts for the lunch table. I can't believe he thinks of me like that. I mean, we are enemies, aren't we?
Well, I thought we were, maybe I haven't been paying close enough attention.
'His eyes are so gorgeous. Why am I so attracted to his eyes? Why am I attracted to him at all? He is Potter after all. Father would kill me, if he wasn't in Azkaban that is. I guess that's one good thing Potter did.' I did a good thing? He's happy that his father is in prison? What kind of family does he have anyway? I always thought they were happy, evil, yes, but happy.
He thinks I'm hot. I'd say he is too. I wonder how long he's had these thoughts about me. Hmm, what would happen if I gave him the opportunity? That would be an interesting meeting... Perhaps I shall set something up with my ulterior knowledge.
Now, back to lunch. Hey, where did my pie go? Ron! You stole my pie! That is not cool.
'I hope Harry didn't notice that. But there's no more, and he was staring at Malfoy. Why was he staring at Malfoy? He's been doing that a lot lately. Maybe it was because of the spell...I knew something horrible went wrong! This is all my fault. Hey! Where'd the pie go? Harry took it back, bastard.'
Yes, I took it back. You stole it from me, remember? I have not been staring at Malfoy! Haven't you been paying attention? He's been staring at me, a lot more than is normal. Although, maybe it's not more than normal and I just never noticed before. Oh well, weird.
'Where did I see that spell about turning hair colors…' I see Hermione is busy planning her revenge. Where does she get off telling us to be friendly with the Slytherins when she's plotting against them?
"It's time for Care of Magical Creatures." Ooh, yay! Another class with Malfoy and a chance to listen to his thoughts! What are we waiting for? Let's go!
'Why is Harry so excited?' Uh, no reason. Just hurry up.
'I wonder how many cakes I can sneak out of the Hall.' As many as you can fit in your pockets, Ron.
"Are you ready?" 'Hurry up! We can't be late!' Yes, yes, Hermione, I'm coming already.
"Yeah, let's go." Okay, and we're leaving. Uh, Ron, you may want to squash your pockets, the cakes are a little obvious.
"So, what do you think Hagrid'll have today?" I don't know, Ron. Pehaps some man-eating beast that everyone is too afraid to go near, or maybe an animal we can't see and we'll have to draw it.
"Dunno." I'll just leave it at that.
Okay, we're here, and there's Hagrid. Oh, no, he looks excited, that's never good.
"Gather roun', everybody!" Uh oh. "I got sumpin' extra special fer today." 'Extra special'? What does that mean?
'No, I don't want anything 'extra special'. That can't be good.'
'I hope it's not something illegal. God knows we've had enough experience with that.' I completely agree. No more illegal creatures, please.
"Come this way, everybody!" He's gesturing us closer to his cabin. Better there than the forest.
"Shh." Why should we be quiet? Will it scratch our eyes out if we're loud? Oh god, please don't let it be evil.
Oh, what is it? It's so beautiful.
'Oh my god!' How did he get them?' Get what? What are they? Hermione, tell me!
"So who knows what they are?" No idea.
'I do! Pick me!' Of course you know what they are, you know everything.
"'Ermione?"
'Sure, pick the Mudblood, it's not like any of the rest of us don't know that they're nymphs.' They're nymphs? They are really beautiful, and they kind of glow gold.
"They're Pleiades, star nymphs." Oh, that's why they glow gold. They look like willow, almost not human, but yet they are at the same time. If I was straight, and they were human, I would so go for them
'Wow, they're gorgeous. I love their hair, it's gold, kind of like Hermione's.' At least he subconsciously likes Hermione, that's something. Too bad he doesn't realize it yet.
"Very good, 'Ermione!" 'Thank you!' "Now, I want you ter pair up and research from yer book. Hand it in at the end of class." Pair up? Who'm I going to pair with?
'Uh oh, who's going to partner Harry? Me or Ron?' At least I'm not the only one worried.
'Who's Harry gonna partner? I always hate when they say 'pair up'.' Hmm, I think I'll do something different today.
"It's okay, guys. You work together, I'll find someone else." They look really surprised.
'What's he doing?' You'll see. Now, off to have some fun.
"Malfoy." I think I caught him off guard. He looks a little taken aback.
'What does Potter want? It must be some kind of trap.' It's not a trap, just a test.
"What, Potty?" Why does he call me that? I hate that nickname.
"I need a partner." Duh.
"That is none of my concern, Potter." 'Why is he telling me?'
"If you haven't noticed, we're the only two left. We have to partner." You're not very observant, are you, Mr. Malfoy?
'What? Where the hell did Pansy and Blaise go? Wonderful, they've paired up, leaving me to Potter's twisted game. Fine, I'll play along.' It's not a twisted game, okay, it kind of is, but it's just plain fun!
"Fine, Potter, but this isn't potions, I'm not doing all the work this time." 'Time to pull some of your own weight, Potter. Although, I wouldn't mind pulling some of your weight if you get my drift...'
Oh, I get your drift alright. Now where's my book?
"Okay, star nymphs. It says here they wanted the spotlight all the time." Makes sense, they are star nymphs after all. No wonder they're so beautiful.
'Spotlight, eh? Sounds like Potter, with all his admirers. I admit he's beautiful enough to deserve that attention, but really, beauty isn't everything.' Beauty isn't everything? What happened to the vain Malfoy who always makes sure his clothes are spotless? This new side is a bit confusing.
"Sound familiar, Potter?" Why does he have to drawl like that? It only makes his voice sexier. Sexier? What the hell is wrong with me?
"For your information, I don't like being fawned over." Yeah, that's right! I don't like all the attention.
"Sure." 'Like I believe that.' You should believe it! I don't ask for it, and I sure as hell don't want it!
Alright, we're nearly finished. That wasn't so horrible now, was it?
'I have to get out of here. You are way too hot for me to pretend to hate you.' You're pretending? For how long?
There's the bell, and here come Ron and Hermione, like always. I wish I could follow Malfoy.
"Hi, Harry, sorry you had to partner Malfoy." It was my pleasure.
"It's okay, Ron. He's not too bad."
'Not too bad? What's going on here?' If you only knew, Ron.
'Did Harry just say what I think he said?' Why, yes, I did. 'I wonder what got into him. You don't think he likes Malfoy? No! Harry hates him, right?' Hate is such a strong word, strongly dislike is such a better way to put it. Actually, think he's hot and want to fuck him is an even better way of putting it.
"Come on, let's go to the common room." I want to go back, let's go. I need to think, in peace. This whole 'hearing people's thoughts' thing can get quite taxing on one's brain.
Hey, look, it's Malfoy! Why is he standing in the entrance hall?
'Damn it! Where did Blaise go? He better not be off fucking that stupid Gryffindor. We had an arrangement. If he thinks I'm ever letting him top, he's sadly mistaken.' Wait, what? Who? Blaise is what? With a Gryffindor? Which one? How come I don't know about this?
'Aw, shit. Potter. Can't he ever stop plaguing my thoughts?' Hey, I'm not a plague. You're the one obsessed with me.
"Ugh, Potter." He sounds so disgusted. How is that possible when he apparently wants to snog me senseless?
"Shut up, Malfoy, I'm not in the mood." I'm more in the mood to push you into that closet and have my way. He looks completely surprised as though he never expected me to say that.
"The mood?" He's being sarcastic. "Well, that's too bad, Potter, because I don't feel like caring what you think." 'Why are you making me do this?' I'm not doing anything!
"Please, Malfoy, you can't do anything." Ooh, a challenge, everyone knows a Malfoy can't back down from a challenge.
'Harry! What are you doing? You're provoking him!' That's the idea!
"Harry, don't!" Oh, Hermione, if only you knew what I was thinking. How ironic.
Malfoy's eyes are flashing. I think he's going to kill me! Maybe I shouldn't have done that. Ron just tried to rush forward and Hermione's holding him back.
"Hermione!" 'Hermione! Let me go! I have to help Harry!' Thanks, but I don't need any help.
"Ron, don't! You'll just make it worse!" Yes, Hermione, keep him back, tell him whatever you want.
"I hate you, Potter." Draco just growled at me, if I wasn't a little scared right now, that might have turned me on. Uh oh, he's getting closer.
Hey! Okay, can't breath! Could you ease up on the neck a little bit?
Ouch, and that's the stone wall. He has a strong grip. I didn't think he did, but this proves it.
What is he doing with that hand? Oh, no, I think he's going to hit me! What do I do? Someone help me!