Title: Harry Potter and the Yaoi Doujinshi!

Disclaimers: Gods, if it was mine…everyone would be gay so it's not. Wah. ;-(

Warnings: Language, suggestive dialogue, nudity, boinking, boy on boy action, corruption of the Harry Potter world. I think that's it. Oh and references to Stewie from Family Guy and Lindsay Lohan aren't mine either. 

Notes: After a very long hiatus, my creativity blossomed again. Enjoy. Read and Review for me! Muah, Kisses!!!

Chapter Four

Draco Malfoy was the king of perfection. His hair had to be arranged in just the right amount of layers to frame his devilishly handsome face. Sometimes he would muss it on purpose for sexy bedroom hair and there a few times he would tie it with a black ribbon (the girls went absolutely insane about it.) He spent a few hours a day conditioning his body to the point of absolute beauty and drool worthiness. And then he'd dress himself and completely hide all his efforts to be an idol. Ah, such was the tragedy of not being allowed to roam the school naked.

But he was most definitely not gay and he would tell you quite fervently that he wasn't. Even if he was screeching and waving his finger at you the entire time you were receiving your lecture on how the Great Draco Malfoy couldn't possibly be a fairy. You were meant to believe him without question or without any snide remarks or any smirking. But you knew and deep down everyone else knew. Everyone but Draco. He was perhaps the only student at Hogwarts that didn't believe Draco Malfoy was queer which was understandable. He was in denial.

"Draco, dear, are you listening to me?"

Draco raised his lovely blue-gray eyes from his dinner to see Pansy fluttering her lashes at him. Draco found that it made her even uglier and his appetite was clearly lost. How many times would he have to reject her before she realized that there wasn't a chance in Hell for her? "Yes? Can I help you?" he asked flatly.

"Well, Potter's been looking at you all night. Don't you think you should tell him to stop?"

Draco glanced towards the Gryffindor table only to meet Potter's green eyes. A blush stained the bespectacled boy's cheeks as he hastily averted his gaze from the Slytherin. That was certainly…disturbing. "I think I'd rather not. Well, now that my meal's been destroyed, I'm going to drown myself in the Prefect's bathroom."

Without further adieu, Draco excused himself from the Slytherin table and headed towards the Slytherin Tower. It was one of the reasons he enjoyed being a Prefect. The huge bathroom that he could just soak in for hours and the bubbles never disappeared. It was one of his biggest, secret splurges. If anyone knew he preened like a girl, well, he'd never live it down. Draco hastily undressed but as he was folding his clothes neatly on one of the chairs (why on earth there are chairs in a bathroom, we may never know) he noticed a magazine on the floor.

Curious, Draco retrieved it. One pale brow rose at the cover. It was a beautiful picture of him with amazing detail and brilliant use of color. Had one of his fan girls designed as a gift to him and left it here for him to discover? How thoughtful! Draco opened the doujinshi to a random page. "What the deuce?!" On full display for the world to see was Draco, laying spread eagled on a Gryffindor bed?! "Holy fuck! What the hell is this?!"

It wasn't the fact that someone had drawn Draco in a sexual, pin-up pose but that he was lying on Gryffindor sheets. The burgundy and gold was enough to make him nauseous. Who in their sane mind would have Draco anywhere near Gryffindor? It was preposterous and evil! Downright dirty and Draco wanted it rectified. At least they'd drawn him to proportion. That made it a little less blasphemous.

He turned it to the next page. He was speaking to someone in a language that Draco couldn't decipher. Boring. He went onwards and nearly dropped the doujinshi in the massive tub. Was that…Harry Potter? It must have been. The glasses, the messy hair, the compact body with firm muscles, and…was his cock actually that big? "Okay, this is sick. I'm not gay," Draco muttered, finding it difficult not to turn the page. The next page was more graphic with Draco on his knees, mouth wrapped around the other boy's erection. "This is just stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Draco hissed, unable to wrench his eyes from the provocative drawings.

He skipped through the book and opened it to a random page. Draco's mouth opened but only a faint squeak emerged. There were several drawings of Harry pounding into him and was that cum leaking from the tip of his penis? Draco hastily threw the book down. He didn't need to see anymore to know where it would end. He'd masturbated enough. He knew what his own semen looked like. Draco breathed a deep breath to calm his erratic pulse. It was then he noticed that he was rock hard. He wasn't gay. Sex in general turned him on. It wasn't because he enjoyed seeing him being screwed like a rabbit by Harry Potter or that he was so incredibly narcissistic that he liked watching himself being fucked. No. It was impossible. He was Draco Malfoy; the gayest straight boy at Hogwarts.

….

Harry watched Draco leave the Great Hall. His cheek burned with embarrassment. He hadn't meant to watch Draco but after seeing those magazines with himself and Draco doing more then glaring at each other and hurling insults, he was starting to see him in another light. Harry hadn't considered himself to be gay or bisexual for that matter. He'd never really experimented with either gender to know for sure his orientation. All he knew was that he'd been turned on to the point he felt he would explode if he didn't have his needs met soon. Merlin, even the one with his godfather and Snape had done the trick for him.

"…What do we do about this?"

Harry turned to see Ron with the same flushed face. Apparently he wasn't the only one with perverted thoughts racing through his head. Well, as much as he could think with the blood going to another region of his anatomy. "I don't know. What can we do? Go up to him and say, 'Hey, I saw this book that had us in it and I was wondering if you might fancy a go at trying it.' I don't think so."

"I didn't mean that. I'm not gay. I like girls."

"I think they call that being bisexual, Ron. Besides, you can't deny you didn't like it. I saw the proof for myself," Harry said, pointedly glancing at the fly of Ron's trousers. "You enjoyed it."

"Well so did you."

"No shit," Harry rolled his eyes. Would Ron's nickname be Fire Crotch? Harry had to stifle a snicker at that. "I think we just wait this out and see what happens. This might be just a phase we're going through. I mean, we're teenagers. We think about sex all the time. Every boy at one point in time must've gone through this."

"How can you be so flippant about this? Someone's getting their jollies off of drawing us having sex with each other and other people. Even our teachers aren't spared from it. Doesn't that disturb you at all?"

"Not really."

"That's typical you. I'm not okay with this. You shouldn't be either," Ron said, leaving the table.

Harry shrugged, not exactly caring at that moment. He had more pressing matters on his mind; like his ludicrous attraction to one of his worst sworn enemies. He still adored girls but now that he'd been subjected to the other side…he couldn't deny that he was horny as hell when he thought about Draco Malfoy with a leather whip and a black, feather boa draped around his shoulders.

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Hmm. This is short but I wasn't even sure if anyone was still interested in reading this!! Please Read and Review and let me know what you think about it. Is it worth continuing? Oh and this is definitely AU since HBP wasn't out when I first started writing.

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