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Chapter 14: Okay, enough is enough
"You mean Granger put the moves on Snape?"
I had just told Malfoy about Hermione's effective, if a little disturbing, plan to get the library pass.
"Yes, and you won't tease her about it, because if you do then she'll know I told you."
"So?"
"So, I plan on keeping all of my limbs intact, okay?"
He laughed. We were sitting in my room, doing a History of Magic essay.
"How's this for an opening statement: 'Salazar Slytherin, one of the four founders of Hogwarts, was a very influential man. Not only did he establish the single most hated house in all of Hogwarts history, but he also created a large bloodthirsty monster, which he then hid beneath the school where it would lie in wait until it could be set loose upon the student population.'"
Malfoy sniffed in what could only be disdain. "I think that's a little inappropriate for our essay on great villains in wizarding history."
"Well, I think it's better than your essay on Dumbledore."
"He is a villain!"
"I'm not disagreeing, I'm just saying that if you turn that in, you'll end up trapped in his office being force-fed lemon drops. Which aren't really lemon drops."
"They aren't?"
"No."
"Then what are they?"
"You don't want to know."
"Yes I do!"
If I didn't know that Malfoys were 'above such things', I would almost think he was whining.
"Trust me. You really don't."
He huffed and leaned back, crossing his arms. It was then that I noticed some dried blood on his sleeve. I grabbed his arm and pushed up the sleeve of his robe to reveal some poorly bandaged new cuts on his arm. I cursed.
"Damn it, Malfoy, what did I say about that?"
He jerked his arm back quickly, seeing that I was about to heal it. and evidently not wanting me to.
"You said that if I'm going to cut, at least don't do it right before I see you."
"Yes, but you see, what that really meant was 'stop'."
"No."
I sighed. He looked really determined about this. I shouldn't have been so surprised. It was, after all, something very important to him, though I couldn't see why.
"Alright, I'll shut up about it for now, but we will talk about this eventually."
"Whatever."
Not really feeling in the mood for anything else, we said our goodbyes and he left.
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On the way to defense, Ron and Hermione got in another fight, only this one ended with the two of them getting locked in a broom cupboard together. I was the one that locked the door. Malfoy walked up while I was watching the door rattle as Ron tried to force it open.
"What's up?" He seemed to have forgotten the somewhat less than friendly terms we had parted on the previous day.
"I locked Ron and Hermione in that closet right there."
"What?"
"Did you have a reason for doing that?"
"Not particularly."
"Oh."
It was around then that I realized that I had not gotten any sex in at least two days. And I was ready for some. I grabbed Malfoy by the shirt collar.
"Screw defense. I've missed a few lessons, I can miss a few more. We are going into that empty classroom over there and having sex. Right now."
He looked a little...worried, almost. I had just gone from mildly amused to horny as hell in three seconds flat with no warning whatsoever.
"What's with the mood change, Potter?"
"Don't ask questions."
We barely made it into the room with the door closed before he had his shirt off and started working on mine. I lost patience with his fumbling for the buttons and took it off myself. He had just started on his pants when the door opened.
"Get out of here, and fifty points from - POTTER?"
Bloody fucking hell. Snape had just walked in on us.