A/N: Heh...been a while cough, cough...Thank you so much for the reviews even though I don't deserve them:( I hope this chapter can bring some laughter to you...Part 8 will take some time...I haven't started it yetand I'm out of ideas...but I promise this ficwill have an ending...I don't care if I have to bleed to death to get Voldy happy;)...or...Muahahahaaa!

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Part 7. The meaningful encounter with Harry Potter and--

Hermione Granger, the smartest girl of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,ä was walking down the stony halls of the said school, pondering certain happenings of the day before. She was an early bird. Never did she sleep more then eight hours per night. Never did she stay in bed for too long like the other girls and boys in her year. And never in her life had Hermione seen such a sight! Harry Potter in the middle of a corridor straightening ähis clothes, his hair mussed and sticking everywhere, purple bruises along his neck.

'What an earth happened to you, Harry?' Hermione shouted worriedly as she sprinted towards him.

'Well, you see, Hermione, uh,' Harry said, fumbling the sleeve of his jumper.

'Oh spit it out already!' she finally snapped to her friend. She might have been an early bird but this bird needed some coffeine to work nicely.

For a while Harry just bit his lower lip and said nothing. Then he finally started his tale; how he, the great Harry Potter, had ended up in the middle of the seventh floor corridor looking like he did.

¤flashback¤

'Malfoy, I said let me down NOW!' Harry shrieked as he was trying to kick his kidnapper but not doing a very good job from the bad angle he was hanging from.

Harry only got silence for an answer from Draco who still kept a hurried pace as he strode upwards the moving stairs. Even though Harry kept on attempting to wiggle his way out of the other boy's grip he had to admid it felt kind of good to be treated like a--

'Malfoy, can't you even tell me where you are taking me?" Harry whined. He liked to know these kinds of things. He did't like the hopeless feeling that crept along his spine when he didn't know what was happening around him.

'Shut up, Harry! You will see when we get there. Can't a guy do his kidnapping in peace?' Draco fumed and squeezed Harry's arse, pulling the lighter boy closer to his shoulder.

'Malfoy!' Harry screamed blushing from his ears to his neck. 'What the fuck are you doing harassing my booty and calling me Harry? This is Voldemort's new evil plan, isn't it! I knew it!' Harry ranted as he was suddenly carried through an oak door into a room that was furnished elegantly.

"The Room of Requirement,' Harry whispered looking around behind Draco's shoulder. It had been a while since Harry last had visited there, but there was no way any other room in Hogwarts could have looked like this.

While Harry kept looking at the decoration Draco walked towards the large bed that was located in the middle of the room. Unceremoneously he dumped his prey onto it and then climbed after the other boy onto the soft mattress himself.

"Don't come any closer!' Harry growled and crept further away from Draco after the shock of having been placed onto the bed in the first place.

'Don't tease me anymore, Harry. I can't take it! It will end now,' Draco purred and jumped on Harry who squawked because he was now squeezed between the bed and Draco's body.

"No more bloody Dracon-Weasleys, no more loveletters that aren't from me and no more naked fucking strippers!' the blond boy said quietly into Harry's ear making the bruned shiver.

'W-what are you doing Malfoy? You are not my keeper!' Harry said forcefully, trying to push the other boy away from his neck which was getting quite wet from the sloppy kisses Draco kept giving him.

'You, Harry and no I'm not your keeper...yet," Draco said in a voice burning with passion and determination. Harry was utterly speechless. His rival of six years was coming onto him? Had him pinned on his back on to the bed body against body.

'Mal--Draco...I...um,' Harry mumbled trying to find his voice.

'We Malfoys always get what we want Harry (Daddy wanted to be a bad boy; he got it. Daddy wanted to look like Legolas; he got it. Daddy wanted Jon Bon Jovi; well he's still working on it...),' Draco stated in a low voice, his intense grey eyes looking straight into Harry's own green ones.

'But, but I'm not gay,' Harry said and tried to ignore his erection which was slowly swelling in his pants.

'Yeah, right. And I'm Snow White,' Draco snorted, catching Harry's hands before the other boy had a chance to scold Draco for mocking Snow White'.

Next there was some struggle. Some very hot and kinky and hot and gay and touchy and groupy struggle.

After the struggle (which was over in three minutes), Draco was sitting victoriously on top of Harry's stomach holding his hands together over his head.

I'm getting desperate over here. Stupid, stubborn Gryffindor. Maybe I should use some other kind of an approach… Draco tought while keeping Harry tied on his place. The dark ebony hair made a startling contrast against the white the pillow.

'Lets make a deal Potter," Draco finally said and loosened his grip a little.

'What kind of a deal, Malfoy? There couldn´t possibly be anything I would want from you,' Harry said, trying to wish his NEW erection away.

'They are made of black lace and I found them on your locker-room bench a while ago,' Draco said smirking in a very evil way as he saw the other boy's eyes bulge out.

'MY THONGS! You took MY THONGS, you evil bastard! How could you?' Harry shrieked now more than ever as he was trying to get his hands free so he could strangle the blond boy.

'It doesn't matter, Potter, if you are willing to 'have' them back,' Draco said and finally let Harry sit up. Such a stupid move from Malfoy.

The second Harry was freed he jumped on Draco, screaming loudly something beyond anyone´s understanding. Well it was loudly, damn it!

'Never ever will I lower myself so low as to make a deal with you to save my Darling little thongs. NEVER! So what are the conditions, Malfoy?' Harry asked rejectively.

'The conditions,' Draco drawled, nursing a mad glint in his eyes,' are simple. I want you'.

For a second, Harry watched the other boy with his mouth hanging wide open. He blinked once, twice, three times. No, this is a dream. He can't mean that! Harry thought while gathering his thoughts together.

'What?' was the only thing he could finally say as he still kept ogling the Malfoy heir like he had lost it the first time Hermione had punched him.

'It's not that hard to understand, Potter,' Draco said, smirking. I wonder if all Gryffindors are as innocent as he appears to be-- Wait a minute. INNOCENT!

'Well it's not every day your rival of six years proposes you, now is it!' Harry snapped and moved away from the bed to sit on the sofas in front of the fire.

'I guess not,' Draco answered slowly, making his way towards the couches. 'Do we have a deal, Harry?' he asked his mouth next to Harry's ear sendind shivers down Harry's spine. But it was not because of Draco.

It had been a horribly warm day in august. The Dursleys had gone out to get Dudley some ice cream, and he, Harry, had been left to sort out the laundry. He had walked to his aunt and uncle's room to put the clothes back to the wardrobe when he had seen them. They were aunt Petunia's. He knew he shouldn't have tried them on but they had been so shiny and pretty. At the end of the day he had been transported to the emergency room to get the earrings off. He´d been seven at the time.

'Only if we´re going to make a wizarding oath so that I certainly won't be cheated by sneaky Slytherins,' Harry stated and glared at Draco.

'It's a deal, then. Seal it with a kiss?' Draco asked and got closer to His future-Harry.

'Keep your paws to yourself, Ferret. Until the oath is made and my panties saved you are not permitted to touch this palace, 'Harry said, securing his chastity-belt.

Draco watched the other boy in horror. If he let Harry go now without any kind of action he would probably never get it. The boy might be a Gryffindor but under the title he was truly a snake wearing a lion's coat. Draco was sure that the Saviour of the Wizarding World would get Granger to help him to get out of the deal and where would he, Draco, then be? Another step away from his future husband. And then there was Weasel's Weasel brother who had to be eliminated too.

'If you say so Potter,' Draco said nonchalantly and started to walk towards the door, his fingers crossed inside the pockets of his pants.

'Malfoy, wait! Where are my thongs? You said you had them so can I see them or maybe even have them before we make the deal?' Harry asked, stopping Draco's journey.

Draco turned to face his alltime rival slowly and when he finally locked his eyes with Harry´s he smirked. 'No, Harry loving. No thongs'.

¤end flashback¤

'So you are saying that Malfoy first kidnapped you and then challenged you into a duel but ended up fighting like a girl poking you everywhere with his fingers which caused those bruises and then when you got him under your mercy you squeezed some information out of him and found out the whereabouts of your thongs?' Hermione asked and kept staring at Harry with a raised eyebrow.

'Uh...yeah that's about it...yeah,' Harry answered, his eyes a little bit wide, invisible sweatdrops on his forehead. They were quiet for a while, both thinking about the recent event. Finally Hermione jumped on Harry hugging his lungs out. 'Oh Harry! Why do all the weird things always have to happen to you?' the bushy haired girl sniffed holding her friend close to her.

'Uh, it's okey 'Mione. At least we got some information out of him,' Harry said and patted Hermione's hair.

'So how was it?' Hermione asked as she started to direct Harry towards the Great Hall for some breakfast. They passed the library and then entered the still empty Hall to have something to eat.

'Oh it was fantastic, Hermione! You should have seen his face when I yanked it out of him!' Harry gushed, both hands flinging around over his head emphacising his words.

'It was like--like a burst of a volcano!' The boy said as he sat in front of the apple tray.

'A volcano, Harry?' Hermione asked, her forehead wrinkled. In an instant Harry stopped eating his apple and turned to face her. 'Uh...ah..yeah..the information JUST fired out of him l-like a volcano...yeah that's it. Oh look, is that Professor Vector?' Harry answered quickly. And while Hermione looked at (and screamed) after her favorite teacher Harry stood up and fled.

I'm getting desssperate, Luciussss,' Voldy whined. His voodoo dollies were lying forgotten on the floor and he was sitting on his throne, grumbling about the failed Stripper-plan. (How did he found out that the plan had failed? The strippers were sent back by return mail.)

Lucius was secretly glad. After the Stripper-plan had failed he hoped his Lord would just forget that wacky, four-eyed, girlish, Dark-Lord-stealing mudblood lover. He hoped Voldemort would finally open his eyes for him and see what an evil and dark person he was. He was sure the Boy-Who-Lived wouldn't even last for 5 minutes in Voldemort's be- -camp. He on the other hand--he had stamina.

As both dark wizards were pondering their lives they didn't hear the doors open and a black figure enter.

'Me Lord. May I approach?' Severus Snape's slippery voice broke the silence around the two wizards. They both looked starled when interrupted by the potions master.

'Oh, Ssseverus, my pet ssnake. What are you doing here? The lassst I heard from you was when you were sscreaming under that Werewolf. For that I should Crucio you!' Voldy said, gazing at Severus with his ruby-red eyes.

'I'm sorry, me Lord. It was a mistake. But to compensate my wrong doings I bring you good news,' Severus said, his head bowed. He hoped his Lord would be happy because his news were goooooooood.

'Oh, if you mussst,' Voldy said nonchalantly, flipping trough the Daily Prophet and admiring the latest pictures of his mate. Drawing little hearts here and there.

'I now have the solution to your Veela-problem, me Lord.' Severus smirked as he saw Lucius' murderous glare.

'REALLY, oh goody!' Voldy squealed, hopped down from his throne and hugged Snape.

'Ssssssso?' Voldy prompted keenly clapping his hands together while Lucius tried to find any disturbance he could think of or a way to kill the messenger.

'I was reading this book about Veelas, me Lord, when I just happened to find this tiny winy little thing called Law 56790 article 7 which states,"When a half or full blooded Veela finds his/hers mate they are entitled by the Laws of the Wizarding Government and Veela society to bond immediately with their mate, no questions asked. All previous wedlocks will be declared void and the new one shall bind thou together forever and beyond."

'Ssso I could jussst march in to that wretched sschool and take what isss rightfully mine?' Voldy asked, hope glinting in his eyes and heart.

All lies, LIES! This can't be true! Lucius screamed silently, eyes burning with cold hatred for his childhood friend.

'Yes, that is right, my Lord,' Severus answered, a small smile flaunting his sickly white face.

'Oh, but I can't possssibly go there looking like the lovely Dark Lord I am. I might cause sssome nasty heart attacks whit my dazzling beauty,' Voldy said throwing his hair over his shoulder.

'Of course NOT, me Lo--,' Lucius started to protest but was cut off by Snape. 'Shut up, Lucius! Me Lord, if I may suggest? The best approach would be via a letter.'

'Right you are, Severuss. Get me some parchment and ink. Pink ink,' Voldy said and made his way to his desk.

'Right away,' Severus said and handed over the needed items.

Dear Lover-Boy of MINE,

We have know each other for some time now but I'm sad to say there has been some awkwardness in our relationship. But no worries, Darling, things are going to change. I hope you liked my gifts. I had you in my mind the whole time picking them up. I thought of your eyes when I recorded Barry's song. That lustful voice is just like your eyes. The green reminds me of the beautiful color of the Killing Curse. And the strippers. My fantasy. All of you naked and dancing like that. Me, with a video camera making illegal..hmmm. But to get to the point--

--I'm your Veela mate and by the laws of the Wizarding Government and Veela society together: YOU BELONG TO ME HAWWY! And so, this is my invitation to you to our bonding/wedding ritual which will take place in one week.

See you at the altar.

With deep kisses and a healthy libido…

Yours truly, Lord Voldemort

PS: As a wedding gift to my new Husby there are these black little thingies.

'OMG!' Hermione shrieked and fainted straight into Ron's open arms who himself was about to say hello to the the floor any second now.

'He is telling the truth,' Harry mumbled, the letter still in his left hands while his right was holding a slightly trembling fork full of scrambled eggs.

'W-what was that m-mate?' Ron stuttered. His hair was flamingly red while his face was whiter than Malfoy's ferret-coat.

'Oh, nothing serious, Ronniekins. I just discovered a way to save my thongs, that's all,' Harry said smiling and put the letter onto the table as he carried on eating his breakfast.

'Oh?' Ron looked questioningly at Harry.

'Yeah, get your things ready, Ron, we have a wedding to attend,' Harry said, taking one last bite from his plate before standing up.

'Whose?' Ron asked, still holding the-flubberworm-Hermione in his arms.

'Mine of course.' Harry smiled at his oldest friend and left the Hall, not seeing Ron faint death on top of his girlfriend.