A/N:

TO: SwahiliHamster and

I've put a lot of thought into what you two said. So far Colin won't die, I didn't really want him too anyways lol. There were 13 reviews out of 13 that say not to kill him. Majority rules by a landslide! If Colin had died, Seamus would have ended up with Alex. So instead I may put Alex with Fred. Keep him alive too. What do you think? You learn more about him in the sequel.

TO: Thenchick and dracoslover1

Ok, I cave lol. dracoslover1 gave me an amazing idea I didn't even think of. A potions accident. They both get hit and find out later that they can carry children. How do they find out? Harry's Prego Dum, Dum DUUUUMMMMM!!!!!

Good? Horrid?

No Ginny and Astoria that way! :D Then we all can be happy! Lol sorry I'm writing this note and it's late, I'm not all there right now :P

However, that completely changes the rest of my story since Albus and Scorpius are supposed to get together. They kinda can't if their related. So am I abandoning that sequel and going for a few years at home after Hogwarts instead?

5 Chapters left!

Rating: R

Warnings: Course language, anal, Male/Male, Female/Female and Male/Female pairings, Rimming, Oral sex, Sexual situations in uncomfortable settings, Spoilers to Harry Potter books and movies, Drug use (Fred and George's potions not like, weed :S) BDSM, incest, rape, violence, use of alcohol and possibly more later.

Parings: DOMINANT/SUBMISSIVE Draco/Harry, Seamus/Colin, Colin/Harry, Seamus/Draco, Draco/Colin (Possible foursome) Ginny/Hermione, Ron/Padma, Ron/Hermione, Dean/Ginny, Blaise/Pansy, Luna/Neville, Fred/George, Fred/George/Harry, Dennis/ Colin, Nott/Blaise/Draco and possibly more later.

. . .story begins. . .

When morning came Harry woke with a start.

"POTTER!" His head snapped up to see a seething Draco. "WHAT the HELL did you do to my BACK?" Draco turned around to show eight diagonal scabs running from the tops of his shoulders to halfway down his back, where the disappeared curving around his sides. Nott and Blaise doubled over laughing.

"Uh . . . oops?"

"O-Oops? Trim your damn nails!" Harry thought it best not to mention that his nails were trimmed and nodded sheepishly, watching the other turn around and pull on a shirt, tossing one at Harry, said boy pulling on his glasses. Draco finished doing up his slacks grumbling to himself, glaring at the brunette every once and a while.

"Uh, Draco?" Harry asked, sitting up, pulling the blankets with him.

"What?!" Draco snapped, back still to the other boys in the room.

"Eurm, where are my pants?" The blonde froze and turned around, shirt on and top two buttons done up.

"You're shitting me Potter. Please tell me you're kidding." Harry bit his lip and shook his head looking at his lap.

"Uh, Draco?"

"What NOW Potter?!" Draco finished doing up his shirt and Harry looked at him shifting. "You're kidding me! Anything else you need this morning that will make me late?!"

"You don't have to do anything, but I certainly can't get up." The blonde growled.

"Fucking Hell!" He crawled on the bed and closed the curtains silencing them. "You better be quick dammit!" Harry nodded and pushed the blankets off hissing. He looked up at the taller boy and gave him a sheepish look.

"FINE!" Draco leaned down and Harry gasped. He watched the platinum blonde's head bob and fisted the sheets beginning to pant. The older man held his hips down and began to suck harder, bobbing faster, letting an annoyed sound out his nose. The shorter boy began to hyperventilate and became more vocal, earning a relieved sigh from the other. Harry's back arched as a string of curses left him, before collapsing.

"Done?" the brunette nodded at him and Draco reached behind himself, pulling Harry's bottoms from the end of the bed, tossing them at him. "Good, now hurry up before we get caught!" Harry dressed quickly, glasses and invisibility cloak on, and left the Dorm, stopping once and a while as students began talking to the blonde. Draco became caught up in a lecture so the brunette reached across and pinched his arse.

"OW!" He reached behind soothing his bottom and excusing himself before leaving, Harry stifling his laughter. Because the brunette had to head back to the tower, he ended up late to Slughorn's class, apologizing before sitting with his friends.

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"Where were you?" Hermione whispered as Ron raised a brow.

"Uh . . . out" He pulled out his text book, Ron trying to look over his shoulder at its contents with no success.

"Yea, we figured that much out on our own." Ron growled. "Ew! You were with Malfoy weren't you?" It came out as a horse whisper, a disgusted, horrified look on the redheads face. The brunette bit his lip, rubbed the back of his neck and gave a nervous laugh.

"Harry!" Hermione whacked him in the head with her book.

"Ow! Mione!"

"What . . . were . . . you . . . thinking?" Each word was emphasized with another whack of a text book against his head.

"I'm sure you don't want to know." Harry mumbled rubbing his head. She glared and leaned over. "You really want to know?" Her eyes hardened and she nodded. "I was busy fucking Malfoy! Happy?" She made a surprised face and the book hit his head again. "Ow! Dammit! Stop that!" There was laughter from the other students.

"M-Miss Granger? Why are you whacking Mr. Potter over the head with your book?" She looked at Slughorn and blushed. "Well?"

"He was being an imbecile." She glared at the boy out the corner of her eye, a shrieking laugh from behind. "Oh hush up Parkinson!"

"Please get back to work, and by god, put your book down!" Hermione lowered her book a sheepish look on her face.

"Sorry Professor." He nodded and continued the lesson. When class ended she pulled him aside, Ron quickly grabbing her books, and Harry gave him a thankful look. Her arms crossed. "What on earth were you thinking?!"

"That I needed a lay and I'm pretty sure no one else is-"

"HARRY!" He blinked at her, Ron laughing.

"Well you asked!" She glared.

"You're a moron!"

"Yea, I know, Draco said that enough last night." Her face fixed into one of rage.

"Do it again and I swear Harry." He nodded sighing at her unspoken promise. "Get your arse to class, I've got Ancient Runes." They all separated and didn't meet again until lunch.

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Draco stared at the Gryffindor table, Harry and the Weasel side by each, Granger further down talking with the Weaselette. He locked eyes with the brunette and the other blushed looking away as Colin and Seamus sat down. The four began a conversation and he watched as Finnigan slipped an arm around his younger boyfriend.

"Ugh. Gross. So, Draco," He looked over to Pansy and raised a brow. "The photo in 'The Prophet.' it's fake right?" The blonde blinked.

"What?" Nott snorted next to him and Blaise stifled a laugh.

"Was it fake?" Pansy asked again, he stiffened.

"Nope!" Nott chimed in, receiving a painful punch on either arm, one from Blaise and the other Draco.

"W-WHAT!? You really KISSED Potter!?"

"Fucked him too." Draco's eyes widened and he shoved Nott off his seat. "Hey! That hurt!"

"Y-You Fucked Potter!?" Everyone in the hall turned to look at him. The blonde paled as he met Harry's furious gaze.

"I-I-I" He was at a loss of words and couldn't take his eyes off the other. Slowly everyone's gaze was on Harry and said boy continued to glare at Draco before slamming his fork down and leaving the hall. The blonde closed his eyes.

"Did they ever! I walked in on them in bathroom, the one from 'The Prophet!" Nott's world when black and Draco pushed the chair away, storming out of the hall. He had to find Harry and had a pretty good idea where he was.

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He splashed water on his face, before gripping the sink and glaring at it. Why didn't he deny it?! It's one thing for them to know your snogging and groping, but another when they find out your fucking your school enemy!

"Harry!" Green eyes shot up and caught the reflection of steel ones. He pushed off the sink and went to walk past the blonde.

"Oh no you don't Potter, we're going to talk." Harry glared at him, the taller one's arms on his biceps.

"Then talk." Draco huffed before leaning down to kiss the other boy. Harry turned his head causing the kiss to land on his cheek instead. The blonde sighed.

"Please?" Green eyes slowly looked at light gray ones. Or were they blue? No, gray . . . no, blue . . . oh, sod it! Blue gray then! The blonde turned the other's head before lightly claiming his lips, eyes still open and pulled back. "I didn't tell her, Nott blurted it out." Harry nodded at him and relaxed in his grip. Draco leaned down and kissed him again, a smile forming on his face before pulling back.

"Oh for crying out loud!" They turned around and laughed at Ron's expression. "Can you not go ten bloody minutes without touching?!"

"Actually, we just went two hours to be precise." Draco quirked, earning a scowl from the other. Harry yelped when hands slid down his back, gripping his arse. "Now unless you want to see how this ends, I suggest you leave."

"B-but I have to take a leak!" Harry laughed, hands lightly touching the blondes wounded shoulders.

"Then be quick." Draco leaned down biting Harry's neck and said boy moaned.

"Uh suddenly I don't have to pee so badly, I'll just . . . hold It." the two boys ignored him and the brunette moved his hands so it was under the other's arms, gripping his shoulders. He ran his hand down the blondes back.

"Ah! Fuck Potter! Can you NOT reopen the damn cuts?!" Harry smiled sheepishly and kissed the man's neck as the bell went signaling the end of lunch. "I'll see you in detention." Harry nodded and they left, going in different directions to their classes.

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Harry and Draco sat on opposite side of the 'Defense' room, Snape grading papers up front. They would glance at each other every once and a while, smiling before staring at the wall. Then the blonde thought of something, his smile turned into a mischievous smirk causing the younger boy to furrow his brows.

Draco looked to the front, making sure Snape was busy, and slid down his seat, back against the desk behind him. Keeping his eyes on their professor, he slowly trailed his fingers up his left inner thigh, opposite Harry, so the other could see. The brunette's eyes widened the blonde glancing at him out the corner of his eye. Harry shifted, pants becoming a little snugger than he would like, and watched the teasing boy across from him.

The blonde bit his lip and rubbed the outside of his slacks, up and down his clothed member, adding pressure once and a while. Harry's own hand slid along his length, glancing at Snape when Draco looked at him. They locked eyes for a split second before switching their lookout. The brunette watched the other boy slowly slip his right hand into his slacks, both boys biting their lips.

Draco slowly began to pump, breathing quickening ever so slightly. This was beyond hot knowing that you could be caught at any moment. He looked to the other boy and said boy looked to Snape, sliding his own hand into his bottoms, fisting himself.

"Can you not." They jumped, pulling their hands out as Snape continued to mark, a rather disturbed look on his face. "I'm not a moron. I was hoping you would stop before I said anything, however," Snape looked up at them "I remembered you were sixteen year old bunnies!"

"I am not a bunny!" Both boys shouted and the greasy haired man rolled his eyes.

"No but you screw like them." He looked back down at his paper's both boys' mouth slack. "Close your mouths, you're going to catch flies."

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Nothing exciting happened after that, they said their byes, sharing a heated kiss before Snape growled and sent them on their way. It was later than usual, having to stay longer since they got caught and it was five minutes before curfew when they got to their dorms.

"What took you so long Harry?" Ron asked when he sat down on the couch.

"Snape made us stay longer." Ron went to open his mouth. "Don't ask." The jaw snapped shut and blue eyes looked away.

"Hey I'm getting an early night." An Irish voice carried across the room.

"Alright, hey, where's Colin?" Harry asked not used to seeing them apart.

"Tons of homework, poor guy'll be up till midnight working on it." Harry nodded and decided to turn in himself.