A/N -Wow, just wow. The response to chapter 1 was absolutely amazing, it's the most reviews I have ever had. I would like to thank all of those who have read, favourite (d), alerted or reviewed this fic. I never expected such an amazing feedback. By the looks of it, this fic shall be a threesome between Sam/Harry/Dean, so to all of those who were vehemently against I would like to apologise, I won't mind if you no longer continued to read. Also there have been a few questions like .Why can't Harry use magic?' and 'Why did they not send him to Azkaban?' well no worries for all shall be explained throughout the story! [Although I've not thought of the answer for some of the questions (terrible planning I know)] I would also like to apologise for the late update, I was hoping to update this fic every two days but the pressure was too much so this fic will be a rather slow update (I have school to worry about as well). Anyway thanks for reading and enjoy chapter 2!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Supernatural or Harry Potter franchise, they belong to their respective creators and I am merely using the characters for my plot. I am not making a profit from this fiction.

Jail Bait - Chapter 2 - Bullying a Bully

Dean and Sam watched avidly as the beauty manoeuvred himself gracefully around all of the rambunctious and horny inmates. He quickly scanned the lunchroom and zeroed in on their table. His bright emerald eyes glimmered with barely contained hope, quickly making his way over. He licked his lips nervously, with his eyes facing downward in a submissive gesture. Dean was quite ready to admit to himself that if he had the chance he would take the beauty to his bed, so he wasn't too stunned by the fact that he was turned on by the man's submissive behaviour.

Sam however was conflicted, he never viewed himself as gay or even bisexual so he vehemently refused that the stirring in his loins was caused by the petite man making his way towards their table. In moments the still unnamed 'fresh meat', as the guard so crudely put it, was standing in front of the Winchester brothers. He was playing with the hem of the overly large neon orange prison shirt, (seriously why were they such a hideous orange?) with a small embarrassed blush painting his cheeks.

He cleared his throat, "C-can I sit here?" he stuttered, surprised at the British accent the brothers just nodded dumbly whilst Sam gestured to one of the open seats in front of them. Dean at that moment was thinking of better places for the man in front of him to be sitting, the man sat directly in front of Dean and nervously twiddled his thumbs.

Dean cleared his throat and asked curiously "So, what are ya in for?" asking the question everyone wanted an answer for.

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Harry was startled by the question, he was expecting a 'What's your name?' but the (sexy) bastard had to start with the hardest question didn't he? Looking up into olive green eyes he stated truthfully "I don't know", the two men looked surprised. Who wouldn't be? I mean who doesn't know why their in prison? "So what about you two?" he asked trying to drive the conversation away from himself.

The taller one glared at the (sexy) bastard, so they must have been accomplices. "Well, where should we begin Sammy?"

Still glaring 'Sammy' as the other had called him said "Start with the good stuff", that simple statement caused a shiver to run down Harry's spine 'What the hell had these guys done?'

"Well, Sammy here has been found guilty of grave desecration, breaking and entering and assisted murder, whilst I, well let's just say that Sammy was in the red dress" he smirked.

'Great' Harry thought, 'I sat at the table with the psychos'. Edging away from the shorter one, Harry began looking around nervously; his discomfort must have been obvious to the other males because the shorter one just grinned at him whilst Sam rubbed his temples and eyes tiredly.

"Don't worry, we were . . . Wrongly accused or framed for lack of better word" said Sam, "And Dean thought it would be funny to scare you" with that said Sam whacked the back of Dean's head and grumbled. Harry relaxed marginally, and smiled tentatively.

"Anyway what's your name buddy?" said Dean trying to smooth over the bump in conversation that he had caused.

"Um, Harry Potter" Harry held out his hand to Dean, which Dean gripped tightly.

"Dean Winchester and this is my brother Sammy" he replied back charmingly.

"It's Sam." he grouched under his breath, but it went unnoticed by Dean. Because he was too busy watching a burly inmate make his way over.

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Dean watched warily as a brawny inmate made his way over to their table, with a hunger in his eyes that he was certain it wasn't for his chicken. Just as he was about to say something to Sam 'Tiny', as his mind had automatically called him, pulled out the chair beside Harry and threw his arm over the slight mans shoulders.

"Hey babe, wanna have a good time?" Looking Harry up and down like a piece of meat.

Sam and Dean both bristled at the inmate, whilst Harry just shifted uncomfortably trying to dislodge the strangers' shoulders. "Um no thanks mate." It seemed that this particular inmate had a fetish for accents because he just licked his lips and leaned in closer, his face inches away from Harry's.

Dean stood from his seat and tugged on 'Tiny's' shoulders, roughly ripping away from Harry. "Hey, buddy he said no thanks" The prisoner stood from the flimsy plastic chair and stepped into Dean's personal space, looking angry.

"You talkin' to me?" he said threateningly.

Dean just rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath "Great - another guy who's seen Taxi Driver one too many times" obviously pushing the prisoner's buttons. "Yeah I'm talking to you". The prisoner walked towards another table and had a whispered conversation with another inmate.

Dean turned towards Harry and Sam and said cockily "That's how you gotta speak to these guys - instant respect" Sam and Harry were looking behind Dean as the two inmates made their way towards Dean, cracking their knuckles loudly. Dean was still oblivious.

"You were saying?" stated a prisoner from behind Dean. As Dean turns and sees the two menacing inmates he mutters, "Oh great." as the first prisoner throws a punch at him.

A/N - Oh my God, that was so difficult. I'd like to apologize for the delay for the chapter, I've bee under loads of stress 'cause I have exams coming up soon, and I couldn't for the life of me think of a way to incorporate the fistfight so that the cause was Harry, so I hope that you like it. Drop a review and let me know, and hopefully I got my line breaks right this time (I.e. Speaking and such)

Thanks a lot for the response, it was overwhelmingly amazing.