A/N: For anyone completely lost this is the previous chapter through the eyes of Draco. Sorry i haven't gotten round to replying to all ur reviews but i promise i will in amongst all my croquet playing, lol (when our aprents went to Scotland earlier this year our grandmother taught father how to play croquet and he's become really competetive with it lately and lucky me, i've become his oponant for the next week, damn you mother and Blaze, i hope ur laughing it up in Japan, because when u get back me and father are gonna whip ur arses ina match that will go down in history. Surprisingly enough the game's pretty tough and really fun, especially when ur playing with father who gets really into it. Good times.). -until next time, M.T.
-CHAPTER EIGHTEEN-
Snape: A Poofta?
Draco frowned at the closed door that led into Lockhart's private office.
This can't be right, he thought. But he had distinctly just seen Harry and Weasley enter through the very same door. He crept closer, putting his hands against the rough wood and pressed his ear to the surface.
From inside he could hear muffled talking- what the hell are they doing in there?
He pressed his ear harder to the door trying to make out the words.
"…don't have time for one last little 'game' do we Harry, before I wipe your memories?"
Draco drew back from the door in alarm. It had been Lockhart's voice he had heard, and he was going to attempt to wipe Harry's memories? Draco didn't know what he meant by that, perhaps it was another sick game, but he knew perfectly well what Lockhart was implying he and Harry should do before hand.
He had to get in there- he had to protect Harry! He grabbed the door handle and twisted it violently back and forth.
"FUCK!" he yelled, the blasted thing was locked.
The room beyond the door fell silent. Draco's hand flew to his mouth. Shit, now they know I'm out here. He leant up against the door again, heart pounding.
"Did you here that?" –That was Weasley.
"I heard nothing dear boy, now stop stalling for time. Harry, what's it going to be?" – Lockhart again.
Draco strained his ears, biting his top lip.
"Go fuck yourself, you desperate old bastard. I'm not gonna let some sick gay man touch me, especially not one as unattractive as you are!" Harry's voice was steady and forceful.
"O-Old…un-una-unattractive…" he heard Lockhart stutter. Draco smirked at the door. That had put the fag in his place.
"I'm tired of this game," continued Harry. "Aren't you Ron?"
Draco assumed Weasley must have agreed, because the next second, he heard a shuffling of feet, a triumphant yell and a defeated sigh. They were still talking but the door was too thick for the sound of the hushed voices to travel through.
Still no closer to finding out what was going on, Draco paced the hall outside the room. Time passed and Harry still hadn't come out, Malfoy felt himself getting worried, he wrung his hands staring at the door.
"OUT!" he heard Harry's voice yell from inside the room. There was a click sounding like a key in a lock, a twisting noise and then the door swung open.
Draco ducked behind a nearby suit of armor and peered out to see Lockhart forced from the room by Harry and Weasley, who both had their wands drawn and pointed at the teacher in a threatening manner. The trio marched past Draco's hiding place and down the hall. Malfoy nipped out from behind the armor and followed at a safe distance. The threesome led him to the second floor; he took a moment to catch his breath and glanced up at the bloodstained wall. Something clicked into place in his mind; he let out a loud gasp.
"What was that?" yelled Weasley spinning around brandishing his wand.
"Ron, you're hearing things again," said Harry in an agitated tone.
Draco had stepped behind a statue of a humpbacked man just before Weasley had turned. He knew it would be risky to look out in case they saw him, but he did it anyway.
"Shit," he muttered, looking furiously around. The passage in front of him where Harry had just been was deserted and led to a dead end.
Whilst looking around to find where they'd got to, the shimmering writing caught his eye. He swallowed, he now had a pretty good idea of where Harry was going, but he hoped to God he was wrong.
He looked back down the corridor and squinted. No- it wasn't a dead end- he could see a door! He ran as silently as he could, reached for the door handle and then- WAIT!
"What!" he asked no one in particular, seen as the corridor was empty. He frowned at the door leading into the bathroom, but not just any bathroom- a girls' bathroom.
He stood rooted to the floor thinking it over in his head. Why would they have gone into a girls' bathroom? Perhaps he was wrong. Maybe they weren't headed to where he thought they were. Because why would the Chamber's entrance be in a bathroom? A girls' bathroom at that.
Pff, fuck this, I'm going in. Draco pulled on the handle and quietly crept in, pulling the door to behind him.
He slipped behind a pillar and watched. There they were, yet now they were accompanied by what looked like a young female ghost. The four of them were clustered around a sink and seemed to be wondering what to do next. They were talking but Draco couldn't make out what they were saying. Besides, the girl who was edging closer to Harry with every second was distracting his attention. Draco narrowed his eyes and glared at her, "Harry's mine, bitch," he muttered in an undertone to himself, not taking his eyes off the pair for a second.
The girl's hand reached over slowly towards Harry's arse. Draco held his breath, eyes widening. She was almost touching him… and then-
"SHIT MYRTLE!" screamed Harry, clutching his backside, "Do you know how fucking disturbing that feels? I thought I told you never to try and touch me- EVER! I've got a boyfriend, you know?"
Malfoy smirked to himself, that's right, he thought, that arse is my property only- hands off, you little whore.
The girl- Myrtle Harry had called her- was staring at Harry in shock. "A-a boyfriend?" she asked, slightly confused, "but Harry, how can you have a boy friend? You're- you're a- a-"
"A boy?" spat Harry, hands on hips, glaring back at the ghost. "And what's wrong with that?"
Draco chuckled to himself and watched Weasley look back and forth from Harry to Myrtle in alarm.
"Look, just piss off Myrtle. We don't need you here anyway."
Wow, thought Malfoy, Weasley's actually being useful for once.
"Fine," said the girl moodily. Draco watched her glide into a toilet cubicle and disappear. She lives in a toilet? He raised an eyebrow in disgust, then turned back to Harry.
"Say something in Parseltongue," urged Weasley.
Draco frowned as Harry stepped up to the sink and whispered something under his breath.
There was a brilliant white light and next second, the sink began to move, sinking right out of sight, leaving a large exposed pipe visible. Unexpectedly a hand appeared from out of the pipe, dragging up with it, a man clad in a pink tattered blouse and tight alligator skin pants. He had blonde hair and well-tanned skin. Draco frowned- he knew him from somewhere. All of a sudden the Queer Eye for the Straight Guy theme tune filled the bathroom, and Draco nodded in recognition- It was none other than the Fab Five's leader himself- Carson Kressley.
Carson gasped and turned to Harry, gibbering away in an American accent at an alarming rate, making it impossible for Draco to pick up what he was saying. The gay then turned to Lockhart, eyeing him up and down, and gibbering in a suggestive tone to the teacher. He then placed one hand on his hip, lifted the other arm into the air and flopped his wrist over in a swift movement. Smiling he turned, Draco backed further behind the pillar so Carson wouldn't see him. Luckily the man strutted right past him muttering to himself about getting revenge on the team's food and wine connoisseur. Draco turned his attention back to Harry.
"I'm going down there," announced Harry, looking into the massive pipe.
"WHAT?" yelled Weasley.
Draco's heart stopped. He was frozen in horror; all he could do was watch as the scene unfolded.
"Well then, me too," said Weasley.
"Well, you hardly seem to need me," Draco was shocked to hear Lockhart's voice; he had forgotten the teacher was there. "I'll just-"
"I don't think so!" snarled Harry, wand aimed at the man's heart, "You can go first."
The teacher's face went white and he approached the gaping hole.
"Boys," he said, his voice feeble, "boys what good will it do?"
Harry jabbed him the back with his wand, Lockhart slipped his legs into the pipe.
"I really don't think-" Weasley gave him a push in the back, the man shrieked and disappeared from view. Ron jumped in after the teacher. Draco's heart seized as he watched his boyfriend lower himself slowly into the pipe. He wanted to shout out and tell Harry to stop, but his voice failed him and he was left gaping open mouthed.
"Oi, Myrtle!" called Harry.
The girl appeared at once and looked longingly at Harry, "Harry, if you die down there, you're welcome to share my toilet."
Harry shook his head, "Myrtle, if I don't come back, tell Draco I love him."
The ghost looked sad but nodded.
"Thanks, Myrtle, I know I can count on you."
The girl looked up and smiled shyly at Draco's boyfriend.
"Here I go," announced Harry.
"I can't watch!" yelled the girl and zoomed out of sight.
Harry slowly edged away from the floor and into the pipe.
Draco suddenly relocated his voice, "HARRY, NO!"
He stepped out from behind the pillar, Harry's head spun round in alarm.
"Draco?"
But it was too late, Harry had lowered himself too far into the pipe and his arms suddenly gave way. He let out a small gasp of astonishment and vanished into the gaping hole.
"HARRY!" Draco screamed, rushing to the pipe's entrance, kneeling down and squinting into the darkness which filled it. Malfoy swallowed, pressed his hand to his forehead, covering his eyes, and shut them.
"Oh god," he muttered on the verge of breaking down. Harry had just gone into the Chamber of Secrets with only the help of bloody Weasley and that dickhead molester Lockhart.
Ok, he told himself, calm down. Harry can take care of himself… Oh fuck! Who am I kidding? I've got to get help!
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Severus Snape sat at his desk, lazily glancing over a particularly revealing picture of a naked female, in his magazine.
He raised his eyebrows, not bad…
He turned the page. His eyes widened, and he felt his cock harden. The picture was a double page spread of a male threesome. The men were naked, sweaty and climbing passionately over each other. Snape leant closer, reaching his hand under the desk to caress himself through his pants.
He let out a low moan-his touch felt so good. He eyed the page eagerly as one of the men grabbed another from behind and thrust his erect dick into the other bloke. The receiver let out a squeal and grabbed his own penis; together they began to thrust in a rhythmic motion, panting heavily. The third man, looking rather peeved at his friends for getting all the pleasure without him, walked over to the bedpost and began to grind his body up and down it.
"Oh fuck…" moaned Snape, he snaked his hand up to his belt buckle, undid it, and reached into his pants. The touch of his hand on the hardened cock made him whimper. He wrapped his fingers around himself and began to yank his hand fiercely up and down. He gripped the desk painfully with his other hand. The tension was building, he could feel the cum churning through his balls.
"Fuck…fuck…FUCK!" he screeched, gripping the desk harder. His toes curling under, muscles seizing. His breath became staggered and rasping.
"F-F-FU-OH! FUCK!" he tugged on himself harder and harder. "C'mon," he growled under his breath.
The door burst open and in strode his favourite student. Draco was pale and panicked. He rushed to the desk and stopped abruptly, seeing the open magazine, Snape's lustful expression and his arm reaching under the desk.
"Oh shit," said Malfoy, "Am I interrupting something?"
"Ah, no, no! Of course not, Draco," Snape pulled his hand from his pants and wiped it gingerly on his robe. "Can you excuse me for just a minute? Then I'll be right with you."
Draco nodded numbly. Snape rose from the desk and walked into his private bathroom, closing the door after him.
Malfoy looked about the office at all the strange bottled oddities. He walked around the desk and frowned. Sitting on Snape's desk was a framed picture. A picture of a woman. A framed picture of Draco's mother.
He clenched his jaw and picked it up. His mother smiled up at him.
Snape came back into the room drying his hands on a towel.
"What's wrong, Draco?"
"Why do you have this? This is my mother! Isn't It?" Draco went even paler with anger.
"Ah…" Snape paled considerably aswell. "Of course not."
He waved his wand and the picture disappeared from Draco's hands. Draco looked murderous.
Snape thought it wise to change the subject. Even he got nervous when a Malfoy was mad. "What's troubling you, Draco? You looked upset when you came in."
"Oh," said Draco, his face returning to its usual paleness. "Professor, Harry's gone into the Chamber!"
"What!"
"I saw him, oh god, we've got to help him, sir," Tears began to roll down the boy's magnificent face. He ran his fingers through his hair, without knowing, destroying its usual tidiness, and completing the image of looking like a nervous wreck.
"Oh Draco," Snape rushed over to the boy and pulled him close. "Don't fret. Potter knows how to look after himself. He's perfectly capable of doing so this time, like all those numerous times before." Snape himself didn't believe a word of what he was telling Draco; they'd be lucky if they could find a scrap of Potter's carcass. But his words seemed to comfort the boy in his arms.
"We've got to do something, Professor," said Draco looking up at him, his eyes pleading.
"You're right," said Snape. "We've got to inform Dumbledore. Lucky for Potter he arrived back five minutes ago, he's been reinstated now that the governors heard Arthur Weasley's daughter was taken. Let's go."
Draco's body flooded with relief, Dumbledore would know what to do.
A/N: Well isn't that convenient: "Lucky for Potter he arrived back five minutes ago.."
Well there you have it guys, it seems Snape wasn't that much of a homophobe after all (always the ones you least suspect). That chapter was a bit of a short one i admit, but not to worry we'll be in the chamber in the next chapter and the finale was begin to unfold. I'll get round to replying to those reviews as soon as possible and look forward to reading what you think of this chapter.
