Me: HEHEHEHEHEHE i took over the keyboard again.

Squatch: NOOOOOOOO! you have to help me Beclyn. She's just finished reading Snarry's and Smuts! Only Hell knows what she's going to write!

Beclyn: I am afraid to, but...ummmm

Squatch: what is the point in stalling? it only make people angrier when they find out the news.

Beclyn: If you remember correctly, in the last chapter i told the lovely viewers that i was responsible for Evil minions writings. It would be, kind of self-contradictory if i start trying to stop her writing.

Squatch: blank look self? contradictory? Auto-Whati?

Beclyn: bangs head on table repeatedly I"M SURROUNDED BY INBECILES! What is a poor invisible person to do?

Squatch: blinks oh, no, she been writing qhile we were talking!

me: Twas true, and while you too were talking, i've managed to construct a horror beyond all possible horrors!

B/S: oh god, what's she written.

me: heehehehehehe! oh, by the way, i am curios to know who "me" is. they sent me a review. I hate not knowing ppl. sigh. it's probably someone who already wrote me one, and just wants the next chapter.

Beclyn: and i am still trying to figure out whether they were givingus a complement or insult. anyone with information concerning this peronell please call 000!

Squatch: your an idiot.

Beclyn: I'll show you idiot. Imaginary paper appears hehehee, die now die!

Me: i suppose i should warn you, this chapter has SMUT, and ORGY'S. don't watch this if your parents are around. i suppose it isn't really all that bad, but oh well. anyway yeeeessssss. it is sickening. meheeeeeeee.

All through that day, Harry thought about his encounter with Malfoy. But the more he thought about it the less clear it seemed to be. What baffled him more was the fact that Malfoy didn't even seem different than he normally was. He was being stuck-up, cocky, and downright cruel, yet the image of his weeping form was still stuck in Harry's mind. Could it be, that he had imagined it? No, it was far to real, and besides, there had been tiny hints throughout the day to prove it. At breakfast, once or twice Malfoy had looked over at him, and stared for a couple of seconds. Whenever this happened Harry would notice a weird look in his eyes. Almost a longing, as though what had happened had been something he had wished for.

The day however didn't seem to be getting any better. His first two periods were spent in Potions where Snape, immediately questioned Harry on the ingredients for the Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia cure. Of course, only having had another two hours sleeps since the Draco incident, Harry could not even remember the pronunciation of half the word. He noticed, even in his half stupor that Snape seemed to be tired as well, but that unfortunately didn't make him less mean. Once again he was given detention, and once again Hermione looked disapprovingly at him. When he had come down for breakfast that morning she had noted the deep bags underneath his eyes with concern, but unfortunately for Harry that concern had soon transformed into censure, due to his bad mood. Sighing Harry went of with Ron and began to mix the potions together to form a cure for head lice. As usual Snape walked over and criticised their potion saying that it was far to runny, and as usual, both Harry and Ron were grinding their teeth in anger. To be perfectly honest there concoction was almost as good as Hermione's, while Crabbe and Goyle's was spurting small chunks of their ingredients at them.

"You know, if I become an Auror, I swear I will capture him and give him to the ministry of magic." said Ron angrily. "They could probably use someone to fill up the space that was left by Sirius-" Ron stopped himself, looking at Harry. Harry looked down at the cauldron silently. Even though it had been a while, Harry still felt a tug at his heart whenever anybody mentioned Sirius. He furiously wiped his eyes, refusing to let anybody see his tears.

By the end of the day, Harry was practically crawling his way to the dormitory, with exhaustion. Without bothering to take off his clothes he laid down on the bed. He was closely followed by Ron, who also slumped onto the bed. Groaning he rubbed his side. They're last period had been Care of Magical Creatures, where they were forced to collect the melancholy-inducing treacle, made from the Glumbumble. It was awfully tedious work and often during the lesson one or two students were taken away, howling in depression.

"Mate, if we have to deal with those fucking creatures again, I'm going off sick," said Ron. He himself had been one of the people affected by the treacle. "I swear it was almost as bad as the Dementors. I don't know why any one else would want to take that stuff."

Harry looked over at Ron. "Well mate if one was as happy, as Hermione is smart, then I think I could understand. Imagine not being able to stop smiling, even when something terrible happens.

"Yeah, well I think I wouldn't mind that." Ron yawned widely. "S'pose we'd better get to sleep, we've got CMC again tomorrow." he closed his curtains. "Night mate."

Harry slowly drifted off to sleep. He started to dream of all the men in his year. They were all naked and having an orgy. Harry felt disturbed. He had known for a bit over a year that he was gay, but he had never had a dream like this. Seamus and Dean were together, slowly moving in rhythm. And next to them was Ron and Neville, which was a much more disturbing site. Ron was having an orgasm, while Neville sucked his much extended erection. Then he notices that there were women as well. Hermione was bent on all fours, crying out in pleasure, while Fred Weasley's fast moving dick, moved in and out of her. And there was Parviti with George. Harry looked down and saw his own naked body. He looked around feeling left out. He needed to be a part of this. He looked around for someone to join, but everyone seemed to be too occupied. Suddenly he gasped. Someone was behind him, and had gripped his dick. The person's own penis was pressed up against his ass. Harry moaned with pleasure as the person rubbed their hand along his hardening dick. Wanting to know whom his giver of pleasure was, he turned around.

To his anger his dream changed before he got the chance. When he looked around he was in a different room. In front of him was Snape, in his full clothing.

"Master, what is it you wish me to do?" he drawled, looking up at Harry. Harry realised he was having one of his visions. He was Lord Voldemort, and Snape was talking to him.

"You have been doing well Severus." Harry said, his face pulling into a smile. "Luscious is finally understanding his position. He is angry beyond belief at what yo have done, but is learning his place. I doubt he will disobey me again; after all he cares much for his son and wife. He wouldn't want you to continue."

"Thank you my lord. But if I may say, I do find it hurtful to myself to perform these tortures. I would never dream of disobeying you, but perhaps you could find someone more suited for this job."

Harry felt a twinge of anger. "No, I don't think so Severus. The fact that it is you, who does this, hurts Luscious all the more. I need him." He held out his hand and lifted the potions teacher up. "Now you must return. Don't do anything to the Malfoy boy until I say so."

Harry woke up, and looked around. Thankfully he was in his dormitory. Harry looked down and swore. His first dream had given him a wet bed. He hoped out, and grabbed his wand, casting a spell to clean up the muck. Despite the fact that no one was awake, Harry still blushed. All of the people in this room had been in his dream, and in quite embarrassing positions.

He thought for a few minutes about the second dream. It explained why Mafloy was crying. He was being hurt, and by his favourite teacher. Snape. He may be working for Dumbledore, but he couldn't hurt the students. He had to tell Dumbledore.

me: seeing as beclyn is busy giving squatch the paper cut of a life-time, i suppose it is up to me.

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