Chapter Three: Damn That Black Nail Polish…

"Harry?...Harry, can you hear me?"

Black shade slowly dissipated from over Harry's eyes. As his vision focused, he was greeted by a bright light in his eyes. Once the light got pulled away, Harry saw three face sporting concern upon them. Two were Davis and Seamus, both sitting next to where Harry lay. Looking over, a young man with long black hair, slight goatee and glasses sat scribbling down notes. He noticed Harry staring and smiled at him, pocketing pen along w/ keychain flashlight:

"Welcome back, Harry. You gave Thing One and Thing Two a bit of a scare there."

Davis and Seamus promptly glared at their teasing male nurse.

"I'm Dr. Sirius Black. You're in Dumbledore's Private Hospital Dorm. You can leave as soon as I give you aspirin for that small bump in the back of your noggin."

With that (not to mention a wink), Dr. Black walked to the back of his office. Seamus pounced on Harry's temporary bed:

"You ok, kid?"

"Yeah, Seamus.", nodded Harry before his gaze fell back on Black's lab coat back.

"Crush on the male nurse? Hey Dav, you might want to pursue the medical field."

"Yeah. Maybe they'll teach me to castrate."

"You are so cruel and unusual."

"But you love me."

"Tch, you wish."

After some aspirin, both senior teens (still arguing on and off) escorted Harry around. Dumbledore's had LOADS of background history that would seem monotonous. So…Seamus instead talked about great make-out places, biggest party orgies and out of which closet sold the best sex toys. Proving that, you could fully corrupt a virgin mind in one day. Someone give the Irishman a medal:

'Round 8-ish p.m. Davis, Seamus and Harry headed towards senior dorms. Davis humorous chatted about the first time he met Seamus:

"He was wasted. I mean like blurred-vision-rabid-rabbit-horny drunk. Man that was the best lap dance ever."

"Davis, you better find your Pokemon pillow because you're so on the couch."

"Lighten up, Seamus! It's a great story!"

"Not for me! I had the worst rash from my naked lap dance! I hate you!"

"Pussy…"

BAM!

One door down the hall screamed so loud that Emeril would be like: "Damn." Its interjection followed by a strew off angry gibberish which seem to be cursing. They got louder and clearer when two figures rushed up to our poor trio:

"DIE DRACO DIE! I HOPE YOUR DICK SHRIVIES UP AND FALL OFF! MAYBE THEN YOU'LL FINALLY REALIZE PEOPLE HAVE FEELINGS BECAUSE YOU'LL BE SO STUPID BECAUSE GOD KNOWS YOU ONLY THINK WITH YOUR DICK!"

"Blaise, you know that made absolutely NO sense. Besides you cheated on me!"

"So! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO STAY FAITHFUL!"

Apparently, Legolas- looking-showered soaked-Romeo in the towel was Draco and his lover (Blaise) held a single iron skillet; screaming at him. In these situations you would think that person clutching their skillet would be confident, fearless but it was the opposite. Draco stood (almost bored) very dominant…even in a towel:

"I HATE YOU, DRACO! WE'RE OVER!" hollered Blaise. Hastily, he removed a silver ring then hurled it at the stone floor.

Skillet-Man returned to his dorm: still fuming. Draco stood before turning around and realizing that he had an audience:

"Dude, got to love breakups!" rejoiced Seamus.

"Seamus! Are you completely heartless? Wait…don't answer that." commented Davis.

Meanwhile, Harry was FAR too busy gazing at Draco like your mom's forbidden chocolate stash. His mind hastily picks out top favorites features of Draco's:

TOP SEXY FEATURES OF DRACO

Flawless, light peach skin

Deep set stormy grey eyes

Nice six pack

Muscular physic

Shoulder length, bone straight platinum blonde hair

Lust filled smirk

And last but not least, that sexy tattoo of a Chinese dragon wrapping around his hips. Its tail lazily falling…ahem…you know…

"Harry…calm down…we don't want you fainting again." laughed Seamus. "By the way, this is Draco Malfoy. He's a sophomore but could basically be a senior."

"So this is the adorable, blushing, emerald eyed uke that's been talking about on Dumbledore's Hottie Hotline. I've heard plenty about you."

"Er…th-thanks…"

"It is my pleasure, sweet Harry."

Draco basically could dry hump Harry they were so dangerous close. Draco's orgasmic voice flowing over his new prey: searching his body for g-spots of any kind. Urging the sophomore's ministrations on with soft mewls and purrs, Harry shivered before wrapping his arms around Draco. First meet and already Davis had plenty of soft core hallway footage for his website:

"Put that video camera nonsense away, Mr. Lee.", drawled someone.

"Shit! Snape! C'mon Harry!"

Grabbing Harry's hand, both Seamus and Davis fled toward their dorm. Draco waved Harry 'goodbye' earning him a slight blush. Going from pleased to pissed, the blonde glared dangerously at his slimy, poised stepfather:

"And why may I ask that you ruined my hunt?"

"Because Draco I hate you. Its really simply."

"Did you lose you black nail polish again?"

"…Yes."

Draco sighed.

A/n: That's for you Sammy dear! - Ok R&R and next chappie is from Adrien POV!