So I guess this story is back from the dead as well! Let's give it a whirl!

Chapter 11: Malicious Borrowing

"So," said Harry, turning to Ron. "How do I look? Did it work?"

Ron walked around Harry, appraising the effects of the concealment charm.

"Yeah, it worked. I can't tell that the little bastard tried to use you as a teething ring at all."

"Ron! Look, it wasn't exactly-"

"I stayed awake for a long time last night after you went to bed. I couldn't sleep and I just kept thinking about how bruised you looked. Maybe I didn't really think about it initially, but now I just think he took it too far." Ron pulled on a t shirt and turned to mess with his hair in a mirror.

Harry blushed with the shame of his half-truth. He wished there was another way to avoid telling his best friend about what had happened with Snape without incriminating Draco, but he knew he had to keep it to himself at all costs. No one could know the truth about last night.

"Look, don't worry about it. I'm really okay, and I don't want you to say anything to anyone, alright?"

Ron looked darkly at Harry. "Yeah, alright," he said after a moment, hesitantly. "I'll keep it to myself. As long as you swear that you won't let anyone use you as a punching bag anymore."

Harry laughed. "That's rich coming from you," he said as they headed down for breakfast. "From what Hermione said you don't mind a little violence with your romance."

"Oi! Shut it!" Ron glanced around, but no one was paying them any mind. "Nix-nay on the orance-may…"

Harry paused for a second. "Don't you mean… oh, never mind."

At breakfast, Harry tried to keep his eyes from drifting over to the Slytherin table, but to no avail. Was he really such a glutton for punishment? Draco was sitting with Blaise, laughing uproariously over something, acting as if it was just another day, when just the previous night they were crossing lines they never knew had been drawn.

Draco was also doing his best to avert his gaze, pretend that nothing was different than it had been the previous day.

"Let's do it tonight," said Blaise. "We could see if Harper wants to tag along to do a little malicious borrowing."

It was another tradition, one that usually involved all of the Slytherins from their year, but, like their swimming tradition, now involved only Draco and Blaise. Every year the Slytherins plotted to steal, or maliciously borrow as they preferred to term it, an item from their head of house's office. Blaise noticed that Draco seemed to be hesitating.

"Come on… just because there's a smaller group this year doesn't mean we can't still have fun. I think Harper would be up for a little mischief in the night, and who knows? Maybe he'll keep our legacy alive next year. Besides, this isn't something that we can ask your little Gryffindor buddies to tag-"

"Yeah, tonight sounds good," Draco said, cutting him off. "Get Harper in on it. We'll meet down in the common room at midnight." His eyes flicked over to Harry across the room, and their gazes briefly met. Draco looked down quickly, concentrating on his eggs. "No need to assume that I have to do everything with Harry Potter."

"So, what are your plans for today, Harry?" Hermione took a sip of orange juice and dabbed her mouth demurely with a napkin. He noticed that she kept glancing at Ron and blushing, then pretending that she was wasn't glancing at him every five seconds. A lot of averted eyes today, then.

"I thought I'd visit with Remus and Sirius… if they aren't busy that is. I know when I'm not wanted," he said, inclining his head toward the two with a knowing look on his face.

Hermione opened her mouth in protest but Ron was faster.

"Thanks, mate," he said, a grin splashing across his face. He turned to Hermione and winked roguishly. "What are your plans for today, hot stuff?"

"Oh, really!" Hermione turned red as a beat and stood up suddenly. "Come on, Ginny. Lets study in the library. I can help you with your homework!" She seized the youngest Weasley's hand and yanked her from the table. Ginny waved helplessly at Harry and Ron as she was pulled into the hall.

Ron sighed and slumped forward. "Can I come with you, then?"

Harry and Ron were soon approaching the painting that covered the entrance to Remus and Sirius's chambers. The young woman in the painting was eating a pear from the next painting over.

"Oh, hello there! I see you've brought a friend today. Shall I see if the professors are decent," she purred, putting a lot of insinuation into the last word. Harry rubbed self-consciously at his neck.

"Er… yes, please."

The girl disappeared, returning a moment later with a large grin. "Enter, Harry Potter, plus one!" The portrait swung open and Ron snorted.

"Is she always that daft?"

Sirius was lounging with a book in one of the overstuffed chairs in the sitting room.

"Harry! Ron, good to see you. I hope you don't mind, but we've already another guest today. Maybe we can all have lunch, if Remus doesn't mind cooking up a feast for five. Let's go see," he said, getting up and moving to the small kitchen. Standing by the stove, drinking cups of tea, were Remus and the blonde man that Harry had seen in the photographs during his last visit.

"Hello," said Remus pleasantly. "Harry, Ron, this is my good friend Harth. Harth Fairchild. He's come for a most unexpected visit." He turned his attention to the blonde man. "I daresay, it was most difficult to get ahold of you when I needed a model earlier in the school year." He addressed Harry and Ron once more. "Harth is an international playboy, you see. One hardly knows where he'll be next, who he'll be charming… We can go years without contact and then suddenly, poof! There he is."

"Yes, there he is," Sirius repeated. Harry thought he detected a little bite to the comment. Could his godfather be jealous? Harry appraised the so-called "international playboy" and decided that this was certainly a man that could make one feel a bit inadequate. It was obvious that many years had passed since the photograph in the sitting room, but age had been kind to the blonde Adonis.

"At any rate, he's agreed to model now," Remus continued. "So that's good news, isn't it Harry? No more scathing comments from Professor Snape for you, at least not in my class."

Harry put his head down quickly, lest anyone noticed the redness that suddenly filled his cheeks. He was hoping to avoid any mention of Snape today, to avoid thinking about…that.

"Yes, yes," he said quickly. "Excellent news."

"What do you think, Rem. Shall we have the boys stay for lunch?" Sirius wrapped an arm around his partner's waist, a little possessively, thought Harry with a small smile.

"Of course," Remus said brightly. "I'll just need to make some adjustments to the menu…"

He shuffled over to the pantry and bent to examine a lower shelf. Harry couldn't help but notice Harth's ogling look.

"That's a tempting site, if I say so myself, eh Sirius?" Harth jerked his head in Remus's direction. Harry and Ron instantly looked off uncomfortably in different directions and Sirius glared.

"…but I think we should be able to manage from what we already have on hand," Remus finished, closing the door and clasping his hands together. He looked from Sirius to Harry to Ron and then finally Harth. "What?"

"I thought Sirius was going to avada kedavra him, zap! right there at the table," Ron exclaimed as the portrait closed behind them. They continued down the hall. "That Fairchild guy is surely the most inappropriate person I have ever met, and that's saying a lot considering I have four brothers and we live with Seamus Finnigan. I think he might have been giving you the eye a bit, too."

"I can't believe he's going to be our new model," Harry said, shaking his head.

"Well, better him than Snape, right? Better inappropriate than- Hey, there's Blaise and Malfoy."

Sure enough, they were walking toward Harry and Ron, deep in conversation. When they noticed the two Gryffindors, they paused and nodded.

"Harry, Weasel," Draco acknowledge them. "We would love to stop and chat, but we have important house business to attend to."

Draco started to walk off when suddenly, Ron's arm shot out and he caught him by the sleeve.

"That's all you have to say to us, to Harry, huh? Best you can do after what you did-"

"Ron!" Harry exclaimed, pulling at the ginger's arm, trying to loosen his grip. "Just leave it! You promised."

For a second, it looked like Ron wasn't going to loosen his grip. "Yeah, okay… I'll leave it. But you watch yourself, Malfoy." He released the other's sleeve with a shove and, after shooting a confusing look at Harry, stalked off down the hall.

"To what is he referring," asked Draco cautiously. Blaise looked back and forth between the two.

"Look," he said slowly. "I'm just going to run up to the owlry on my own. It looks like you have something important to discuss."

Draco and Harry barely noticed that Blaise had left.

"I asked you a question, Potter."

"Oh, it's Potter now, is it?"

"Never mind," Draco said, starring hard at Harry. "Just what did you tell him that has him so angry?"

"Nothing. He's just a bit hot-headed. I didn't tell him anything."

"Did you tell him what we did last night? What, do you go around bragging about-"

"I would do no such thing," Harry spat back. "I wouldn't do that to you. I-"

Draco was still staring at him with a discerning eye. Suddenly he seized Harry's arm and dragged him into the nearest classroom.

"What are you doing?"

"Finite incatatem," Draco whispered, pointing his wand at Harry. Instantly, all of his bruising and marks were visible.

"I thought so," the Slytherin said. "Your scar looked… wrong. I knew you must be using some sort of concealment charm. What happened to you?"

Harry looked down at the deep bruises on his arm and fluttered his hands up to cover his neck. "N-nothing. Look, it's none of your concern."

Draco looked appalled. "It is my concern when you've been… when I've been accused of doing something to everyone's favourite hero." He reached out and forced Harry's hands down from their position.

"Are those bite marks? Who did that to you?"

"It doesn't matter," Harry shouted. "What's it to you who wants me? You obviously don't anymore! Everything is wrong now. We probably should have never tried to be friends in the first place, and now it's all gone wrong."

Draco watched as Harry jetted toward the door, pulling out his wand on the way and reapplying the concealment charm. The door slammed shut with a resounding thud.

"You ready?" Harper peaked out of the Slytherin common room into the dungeon hall.

"More than," replied Draco shortly. Harper waved the all-clear and the three slipped out into the hallway. They stealthily made their way down the corridor until they reached Snape's office door.

"Alohomora," whispered Blaise. The lock popped and the three entered the room. "Lumos. Harper, get back out there, you're supposed to keep watch."

"Alright," he snapped. "I'm going…"

Blaise and Draco glanced around the office. "So… what shall we make off with this year? A precious book? His favourite quill?"

As the two debated the object that they should steal, a quiet curse was heard from outside the door.

"Someone's coming," Harper frantically whispered, "I'm getting out of here!"

Blaise and Draco cursed.

"Nox! Look, there's no where to hide in the hall. Get in the closet," Blaise said, "Quick!"

Blaise tugged the other swiftly in behind him and the two managed to pull the door mostly shut just as Snape swept in, turning on the lights with a swish of his wand. He was followed by… Harry? Draco had to hold back a gasp of surprised. He peered out intently through the cracked door.

"How often am I going to find you wandering around my dungeons, Potter?" Snape crossed his arms. "Back for more?"

More…?

Harry shrugged, doing his best to look nonchalant. He shoved his hands into his sweatshirt pocket.

"Did you come back to be fucked like a flop house whore?" A long finger reached out to lift Harry's face. The potions master could have burned through the other with his intent look.

"No rude words for me tonight, I see. Suddenly a good little Gryffindor… And I know what you want."

Draco watched in silent shock as Snape knelt in front of his friend, unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. Next came the underwear and then, yes. Draco could see that Harry did want this, whatever it was. He could feel Blaise shifting next to him uncomfortably, Blaise, who could hear but not see. As Snape did things with his tongue, Draco willed himself to close his eyes, but upon seeing the expression on Harry's face, he could not look away. He felt shocked, most certainly, but after that, he wasn't sure. Surely, this was against more rules than could be counted. And while he was no angel, surely he should do something, stop them. A slow anger began to boil up inside of him. So this was the one who had done that to Harry. His godfather had bruised and broken flesh, and now his horrid mouth was wrapped around Harry's member. Draco had never wanted to curse anyone so much before in his life. He wasn't sure how long it lasted, but he felt something flare inside when Harry finally cried out his pleasure. Snape wasn't the one who should be sharing in that.

"Merlin," moaned out Harry. His eyes snapped open as his jeans were roughly pulled back up.

"Get out," Snape spat. "Greedy slut! Back to your dormitory."

Draco noted the hollow expression on Harry's face as he zipped up his jeans and headed for the door. After he was gone, Snape waited a moment before extinguishing the lights.

"At this rate, I'll never get any sleep," he muttered as he left the office.

After a few moments to make sure he wasn't going to come back, Draco and Blaise removed themselves from the closet.

"Lumos," Blaise whispered. He studied Draco's conflicted expression. "What the fuck was that?"

Ahhhhh, inspiration… So I think I got this puppy figured out. Thanks to my friend, Alex the Gopher, for helping me bunches with doing that and being the bestest sounding board ever. Also, I'd love to share with you the outtakes Alex did for this chappie:

Draco looked appalled. "It is my concern when you've been… when I've been accused of doing something to everyone's favourite hero." He reached out and forced Harry's hands down from their position.

"Are those bite marks? Harry, are you a vampire?"

"Yes," Harry admitted. "Cedric Diggory bit me last night!"

"I thought Cedric Diggory was dead!" Draco pondered.

"No." The Gryffindor informed him. "He's un-dead."

"Oh, really!" Hermione turned red as a beat and stood up suddenly. "Come on, Ginny. Lets study in the library. I can help you with our assignment from Life Drawing!" She seized the youngest Weasley's hand and yanked her from the table. Ginny paused, confused at first and said. "But Hermione, I'm not in that class."

"Oh please, like anyone even remembers at this point!" Hermione spat out sarcastically. The frizzy haired young woman swiftly locked her gaze on a figure at the end of the table.

Davenrood stopped nervously scribbling into a note pad to look up at the teenager and yell. "What? I GOT BUSY!"

Hahaha... oh, me! So busy... What? I DID!

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