(The next morning in the Potions Lab)
Draco was discovering that having intensely erotic dreams about someone two nights in a row could wreck havoc on one's concentration.
His body was on the verge of betraying him everytime Harry Potter so much as glanced in his general direction.
Or spoke.
Or rubbed his scar.
Or moved.
Or breathed.
Or - (okay, you get the picture)
Not only that, having Snape in the same room was making him break out in cold sweat underneath his robes.
He half-expected the man to reach out and cop a feel everytime he walked past his bench.
Swinging wildly from a heightened state of arousal in one second, to breaking out in cold sweat in another was making for a very, very long Potions lesson.
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(After the world's longest Potions lesson)
"Ron, did you notice something's been a little. . . off with Malfoy lately?" Harry asked as he walked next to his friend.
"Oh, you mean about how he ran out of the classroom with his bookbag over his crotch?" suggested Ron.
"No."
"So you're talking about how he kept pulling his robes over his chest whenever Snape walked by?"
"No."
Ron looked at his friend blankly.
"Ron, I'm talking about how he hasn't insulted you, me or Hermione at all in the past two days!"
"Uh Harry, correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that a good thing?"
"Yes, I suppose so." said Harry sadly.
"I wonder what we're having for lunch today. . ." mumbled Ron, scratching his stomach idly.
Suddenly Harry stopped in his tracks, almost causing Hermione to crash into his back.
"Er, Ron, you and Hermione go on without me okay? I'll catch up."
"Where are you going, Harry?" moaned Ron.
"I'm just going to find Malfoy really quickly. This fell out of his pocket and I think I'd better return it. Could be important!" Harry gestured with a small piece of paper before taking off down the corridor.
Ron shook his head and watched his best friend's retreating back.
"You know Hermione, sometimes I think our Harry's too good for his own - good." he said lamely.
Hermione rolled her eyes as she pulled Ron away.
Boys. . .she thought with a sigh.
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Draco was but a few steps from the relative safety of his room when someone pulled on the back of his robes and almost made him drop his bookbag.
"Hey! Let go!" he struggled free.
"Oh sorry, Malfoy. You seemed to be in quite a hurry there." Harry apologised as he pushed the glasses up his nose awkwardly.
"Potter!" Draco quickly scrambled to adjust the bookbag over his lap again.
"Um." Harry frowned now as he observed Draco Malfoy's Highly Suspicious Behaviour.
"What do you want with me?" said Draco fearfully as he backed up a few steps. Just a bit more and he'll be in his room.
"Nothing, Malfoy." Harry cocked his head curiously as he took a step towards the twitchy boy.
Yes, something was definitely off. He looked at the bookbag that Malfoy was clutching at desperately.
Harry narrowed his green eyes at it.
Worth investigating, that was.
"Uh. . ." Draco warily took a step back into his room as Harry Potter slowly advanced upon him, eyes fixed to his lap.
"I'M NOT GAY!" he blurted out loudly and slammed the door shut in Harry Potter's startled face.
"Well." said Harry quietly. "That was unexpected."
It was only when Harry had reached the Great Hall that he remembered he hadn't returned the piece of paper to Malfoy after all.
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Draco tossed the bookbag onto his bed before locking the door behind him for good measure.
With a deep breath to calm his much jangled nerves first, he then strode purposefully to his desk and flipped the book to call upon the soon-to-be- dead wizard.
"Oh, hello again!" said the wizard cheerfully, moments later.
Draco whipped around to face the armchair.
His left eye twitched menacingly as it rested on the occupant.
The culmination of the day's stressful Potions lessons and his embarrassing encounter with Potter was taking its toll.
So without thinking, he lunged towards the short wizard.
"You're DEAD!" he yelled dramatically, grabbing a hold of the stunned wizard's robes.
And the world exploded in his face.
Or rather, there was a loud crack and Draco was sent flying backwards.
He landed on the floor with a loud thump.
Some purple smoke wafted up to the ceiling from the armchair.
"What the hell was that?" Draco said groggily, rubbing the back of his sore head.
He was now lying on his back and had a good view of the dust bunnies under his bed.
Oh, so that's where he left Pansy's book!
He could see the picture of the half-naked bronze god and the longhaired maiden sprawled by his feet on the cover.
Pansy had sulked at him for a week when he told her that he couldn't find it.
The short wizard emerged from the smoke unscathed and walked towards him as if this sort of thing happened to people every day.
"Need a hand?" he offered, with a kind smile.
Draco looked at him and scowled.
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After much complaining and whinging about his last two dreams, the wizard finally got Draco to shut up long enough so that he could mutter a new, slightly modified spell (again) into the pre-requisite glass of water.
He reassured Draco that this time, things would be much, much more to his liking.
Because this time he had also asked Draco for something that he really liked, to incorporate into the dream sequence - thus guaranteeing a much more pleasant experience for the boy.
Draco had told him that he rather enjoyed raspberry and vanilla ice-cream.
The swirly kind that you get in a plastic cup.
But much to his chagrin later on, Draco had to take three sickles out of his toad bank again - having somehow misplaced his receipt.
Feeling rather upset by this additional withdrawal, he had no choice but to pay up anyway.
Especially since he no longer had the option of inflicting bodily harm towards his short but unexpectedly shrewd creditor.
The wizard had explained to Draco that he had to continuously drape himself with such protective charms before every consultation because strangely enough - several of his clients had rather nasty tempers.
Draco didn't doubt that story for a second.
So with a silent prayer, he downed the contents of the glass and slipped beneath his covers.
He fell asleep almost instantly.
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The Great Hall was resplendent. The enchanted ceiling reflected a smattering of twinkling blue and white stars against a velvet night sky.
Hundreds of floating candles illuminated the space between the long tables, creating a warm glow all around.
Draco Malfoy was in his usual seat, surrounded by his friends, with a smug smile on his face. He scooped another spoonful of raspberry and vanilla ice- cream from his dish and licked it clean with relish.
High above the Great Hall shimmered green and silver flags.
Slytherin colours.
They had won the House Cup with 427 points.
A pool of warmth and unequivocal happiness was filling Draco as he looked at the familiar faces surrounding him.
Most were busy tucking into their desserts and pies and didn't notice him.
But a few seats down from the table, Marcus Flint caught his eye and nodded with a sneer (or was that a smile?).
An acknowledgement that they had made it. The victorious Quidditch match last week had given them the edge that they needed to overtake Ravenclaw in the running for the most points.
Draco felt a swell of pride wash over him to remember that he was an integral part of that team.
Even if he had cheated shamefully to get at the Snitch first, a win was still a win, right?
He smirked to himself and reached across the table for a piece of cheesecake.
When a flying gob of chocolate pudding landed on his robes.
Some of it splattered on his neck and face.
His mouth dropped open in shock and disgust.
"What the f -" his eyes instantly locked onto the culprit.
It was that girl, the Ravenclaw Seeker!
Cho-something.
She was smirking at him defiantly.
Several other Ravenclaws had turned and was now watching his reaction with bated breath.
All the little first years covered their mouths in horror.
Draco's blood slowly boiled as he fingered the sticky trail of chocolate sliding down his neck.
Yes, she was going to pay.
Surreptitiously reaching for the piece of cheesecake, he stood up slowly, grey eyes locked onto hers.
By now, the entire hall was watching them in hushed silence.
The Cho girl was looking at him with a deer caught in the headlights look and glanced towards the Head table for help.
Oh no you don't, thought Draco.
Without warning, he wound his arm back and flung the cake-missile towards her with surprising accuracy.
It hit her flush on the face with such force that she fell backwards and onto the floor.
Draco smiled; feeling pleased with himself. He sat back down calmly as if nothing had happened.
Justice has been served, he thought happily and picked up his spoon again.
Unfortunately, chaos chose to ensue from that moment on.
Someone (Draco suspected it was one of the red-haired twins) shouted out -
"FOOOOOD FIGHT!"
All hell broke loose after that.
All manner of puddings, pastries and puffs started hurtling through the air in slow motion.
It seemed as if everyone was getting into the swing of things.
Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs and Slytherins.
Attacking each other with confection.
Draco yelped as a plate narrowly missed his head and crashed into the wall behind him.
Very Alarmed, he considered his options and made a split second decision.
He dropped to his hands and knees.
And crawled under the table.
No way was HE getting into this fight.
Let them all get dirty and sticky!
He was going to crawl out unnoticed and hide away in his room for the rest of the day.
Congratulating his genius and sniggering to himself, he soon reached the end of the table.
From there, it was only a few feet to the doors.
Checking to make sure that the coast was clear first; he crawled on all fours towards it like a mouse.
He would have made it, if it wasn't for a pair of sneaker-clad feet that suddenly appeared in front of him.
Draco looked up slowly, a sense of foreboding filling him before he even saw who it was.
Harry Potter cleared his throat pointedly and grinned down at him.
He had some unidentified yellow gunk stuck in his hair and blueberry syrup running down the side of his face and down into his robes.
"Hey Malfoy. . . You waren't thinking of sneaking out by any chance, were you?" said Harry Potter loudly, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Uh oh, thought Draco.
"Now, just wait a minute, Potter -" Draco pushed himself up to his knees in front of the boy.
"No way, Malfoy. You started this."
And he emptied a huge bowl of whipped cream from nowhere and onto Draco's head.
Draco froze in shock for a few seconds as gobs of the thick white cream ran down his hair and face.
It covered him completely.
He could hear laughter and Harry's footsteps squeaking away from him.
Draco angrily wiped some of the cream away from his face so he that could open his eyes.
"Potter. . ." he started and slowly got up from his kneeling position.
But Harry Potter didn't hear him.
He was already halfway across the room and was now gleefully tossing handfuls of green jelly at some cowering Hufflepuffs, obviously having the time of his life.
Fearing No More Stains now (seeing as he was already covered in the stuff), Draco sprinted ahead and launched himself onto the unsuspecting boy.
They fell to the floor in a sticky, gooey mess.
Or rather Harry Potter fell to the floor and Draco landed neatly on top of him.
Sitting up, he straddled Harry Potter's waist with his knees. At the same time, he also spotted a dish of ice-cream that someone had left conveniently nearby.
He grinned.
He knew what he had to do.
But the boy underneath him was already covered in so much gunk and syrup that it wouldn't make much of a difference if Draco were to mess up his face with it.
So he did the only thing that he could think of.
He pushed the robes off the bewildered boy and tore his shirt wide open.
He then reached for the dish and upturned it squarely onto the Harry Potter's bare chest.
Who yelped from the sudden chill and tried to buck him off with his hips.
"Oh no, you don't Potter!" Malfoy gripped his hips and kept him in place before he maliciously smeared the cold ice-cream all over.
"Hah!" Draco finally said with satisfaction as he sat back and admired his handiwork.
Harry Potter was staring at him open-mouthed.
His chest was covered in a swirly pink and white motif. He was presumably too shocked to move or say anything.
Looking down at him, Draco had a sudden impulse to taste the ice-cream.
He really did like raspberry and vanilla, after all.
So without further ado he leaned forward and raked his fingers down Harry's chest, tracing a pattern of clean parallel lines downwards.
He hadn't expected Harry to arch himself upwards into his touch like that.
Or moan.
Feeling rather turned-on by this new development, Draco sat back and proceeded to lustily lick and suck his fingers clean; one at a time.
Harry Potter's bright green eyes intensely followed his movements.
In the space of a few seconds the mood had certainly shifted somewhat.
Fingers finally clean; Draco leaned forward again to get himself a second helping.
But this time, Harry Potter grabbed his wrists firmly and yanked him forward.
"Malfoy. . ." he said in a low voice.
"Potter." he licked his lips innocently, "I hope you don't mind. But I really do like raspberry and vanilla."
"I see. . ." said Harry, not letting go of his wrists. "What a coincidence. I really like chocolate and whipped cream." he said huskily.
And then, Harry Potter proceeded to ravish Draco on the floor with an abandon only found in really cheesy Muggle romance novels.
After much gratuitous humping and face-licking, the two boys lay on the floor sticky and panting.
"So it was custard that was in your hair, then." Draco said after a while, fervently hoping that it won't go straight to his thighs.
"Huh?" Harry asked, "Oh. I suppose so." He rolled over to his side to face Draco, and rested his head in his hand, using his elbow for support.
Draco looked at him warily.
"What, Potter?"
"Oh nothing," he replied with a cheeky grin. "I missed a spot, that's all." He bent forward and nibbled on the dab of chocolate still stuck on Draco's earlobe.
"Mmm. . . That's nice, Potter. Don't stop."
"This reminds me. . .Did you know I've finally got a complete collection of Chocolate Frog cards?"
"Shut up, Potter. You're spoiling the moment."
Harry ignored him and blew in his ear lightly, sending chills down his spine and raising the little hairs at the back of his neck.
"Uh huh. Hannah Abbott traded Burdock Muldoon for my Roderick Plumpton the other day." He mumbled happily and bit Draco's earlobe gently.
"Potter, either shut up or get your tongue out of my ear."
Harry Potter laughed under his breath and suddenly his face was hovering over Draco's.
His fringe was tickling Draco's forehead.
"You're so freaking cute, Malfoy." he said, shaking his head.
"Of course I am." Draco huffed but he couldn't hold back a grin.
Harry bent his head to kiss him sweetly on the lips once and pulled back, raising his eyebrows apologetically.
"But you still lost, though." said Harry sadly.
Draco's grin died on his lips.
He felt an odd sense of déjà vu.
The green and silver flags above their heads were slowly unfurling to become red and gold.
Harry Potter was giving him Eskimo kisses with his cold nose and murmuring sweet nothings.
And Draco woke up in his bed screaming.
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A/N: Thank you everyone for your reviews! I LOVE THEM! I LOVE YOU!
*clears throat*
O-kay. . .
A couple of people asked some questions and I thought I'd answer in my most helpful manner.
Have I ever read cheesy romances? : Err. . . Of course, hasn't everyone? But I don't do that anymore, though. No, no, I've conquered that nasty habit many years ago. In fact, I'm currently working on a patch to hawk on e-Bay (for those poor people still afflicted but trying to kick the habit).
When is BM starting again? : Hmm I'm going to dodge this one because I don't want to get pelted with rocks and such. *hides*
And finally no, sadly I don't have a bunch of chapters for this fic all written up, Gia. I'm just winging it best I can, really.
And that would also eventually be my official excuse when this fic turns crappy at some point in the foreseeable future.
Happy holidays everyone!!! :-)
Lots of love,
Katanes D.
Draco was discovering that having intensely erotic dreams about someone two nights in a row could wreck havoc on one's concentration.
His body was on the verge of betraying him everytime Harry Potter so much as glanced in his general direction.
Or spoke.
Or rubbed his scar.
Or moved.
Or breathed.
Or - (okay, you get the picture)
Not only that, having Snape in the same room was making him break out in cold sweat underneath his robes.
He half-expected the man to reach out and cop a feel everytime he walked past his bench.
Swinging wildly from a heightened state of arousal in one second, to breaking out in cold sweat in another was making for a very, very long Potions lesson.
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(After the world's longest Potions lesson)
"Ron, did you notice something's been a little. . . off with Malfoy lately?" Harry asked as he walked next to his friend.
"Oh, you mean about how he ran out of the classroom with his bookbag over his crotch?" suggested Ron.
"No."
"So you're talking about how he kept pulling his robes over his chest whenever Snape walked by?"
"No."
Ron looked at his friend blankly.
"Ron, I'm talking about how he hasn't insulted you, me or Hermione at all in the past two days!"
"Uh Harry, correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that a good thing?"
"Yes, I suppose so." said Harry sadly.
"I wonder what we're having for lunch today. . ." mumbled Ron, scratching his stomach idly.
Suddenly Harry stopped in his tracks, almost causing Hermione to crash into his back.
"Er, Ron, you and Hermione go on without me okay? I'll catch up."
"Where are you going, Harry?" moaned Ron.
"I'm just going to find Malfoy really quickly. This fell out of his pocket and I think I'd better return it. Could be important!" Harry gestured with a small piece of paper before taking off down the corridor.
Ron shook his head and watched his best friend's retreating back.
"You know Hermione, sometimes I think our Harry's too good for his own - good." he said lamely.
Hermione rolled her eyes as she pulled Ron away.
Boys. . .she thought with a sigh.
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Draco was but a few steps from the relative safety of his room when someone pulled on the back of his robes and almost made him drop his bookbag.
"Hey! Let go!" he struggled free.
"Oh sorry, Malfoy. You seemed to be in quite a hurry there." Harry apologised as he pushed the glasses up his nose awkwardly.
"Potter!" Draco quickly scrambled to adjust the bookbag over his lap again.
"Um." Harry frowned now as he observed Draco Malfoy's Highly Suspicious Behaviour.
"What do you want with me?" said Draco fearfully as he backed up a few steps. Just a bit more and he'll be in his room.
"Nothing, Malfoy." Harry cocked his head curiously as he took a step towards the twitchy boy.
Yes, something was definitely off. He looked at the bookbag that Malfoy was clutching at desperately.
Harry narrowed his green eyes at it.
Worth investigating, that was.
"Uh. . ." Draco warily took a step back into his room as Harry Potter slowly advanced upon him, eyes fixed to his lap.
"I'M NOT GAY!" he blurted out loudly and slammed the door shut in Harry Potter's startled face.
"Well." said Harry quietly. "That was unexpected."
It was only when Harry had reached the Great Hall that he remembered he hadn't returned the piece of paper to Malfoy after all.
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Draco tossed the bookbag onto his bed before locking the door behind him for good measure.
With a deep breath to calm his much jangled nerves first, he then strode purposefully to his desk and flipped the book to call upon the soon-to-be- dead wizard.
"Oh, hello again!" said the wizard cheerfully, moments later.
Draco whipped around to face the armchair.
His left eye twitched menacingly as it rested on the occupant.
The culmination of the day's stressful Potions lessons and his embarrassing encounter with Potter was taking its toll.
So without thinking, he lunged towards the short wizard.
"You're DEAD!" he yelled dramatically, grabbing a hold of the stunned wizard's robes.
And the world exploded in his face.
Or rather, there was a loud crack and Draco was sent flying backwards.
He landed on the floor with a loud thump.
Some purple smoke wafted up to the ceiling from the armchair.
"What the hell was that?" Draco said groggily, rubbing the back of his sore head.
He was now lying on his back and had a good view of the dust bunnies under his bed.
Oh, so that's where he left Pansy's book!
He could see the picture of the half-naked bronze god and the longhaired maiden sprawled by his feet on the cover.
Pansy had sulked at him for a week when he told her that he couldn't find it.
The short wizard emerged from the smoke unscathed and walked towards him as if this sort of thing happened to people every day.
"Need a hand?" he offered, with a kind smile.
Draco looked at him and scowled.
++++++++
After much complaining and whinging about his last two dreams, the wizard finally got Draco to shut up long enough so that he could mutter a new, slightly modified spell (again) into the pre-requisite glass of water.
He reassured Draco that this time, things would be much, much more to his liking.
Because this time he had also asked Draco for something that he really liked, to incorporate into the dream sequence - thus guaranteeing a much more pleasant experience for the boy.
Draco had told him that he rather enjoyed raspberry and vanilla ice-cream.
The swirly kind that you get in a plastic cup.
But much to his chagrin later on, Draco had to take three sickles out of his toad bank again - having somehow misplaced his receipt.
Feeling rather upset by this additional withdrawal, he had no choice but to pay up anyway.
Especially since he no longer had the option of inflicting bodily harm towards his short but unexpectedly shrewd creditor.
The wizard had explained to Draco that he had to continuously drape himself with such protective charms before every consultation because strangely enough - several of his clients had rather nasty tempers.
Draco didn't doubt that story for a second.
So with a silent prayer, he downed the contents of the glass and slipped beneath his covers.
He fell asleep almost instantly.
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The Great Hall was resplendent. The enchanted ceiling reflected a smattering of twinkling blue and white stars against a velvet night sky.
Hundreds of floating candles illuminated the space between the long tables, creating a warm glow all around.
Draco Malfoy was in his usual seat, surrounded by his friends, with a smug smile on his face. He scooped another spoonful of raspberry and vanilla ice- cream from his dish and licked it clean with relish.
High above the Great Hall shimmered green and silver flags.
Slytherin colours.
They had won the House Cup with 427 points.
A pool of warmth and unequivocal happiness was filling Draco as he looked at the familiar faces surrounding him.
Most were busy tucking into their desserts and pies and didn't notice him.
But a few seats down from the table, Marcus Flint caught his eye and nodded with a sneer (or was that a smile?).
An acknowledgement that they had made it. The victorious Quidditch match last week had given them the edge that they needed to overtake Ravenclaw in the running for the most points.
Draco felt a swell of pride wash over him to remember that he was an integral part of that team.
Even if he had cheated shamefully to get at the Snitch first, a win was still a win, right?
He smirked to himself and reached across the table for a piece of cheesecake.
When a flying gob of chocolate pudding landed on his robes.
Some of it splattered on his neck and face.
His mouth dropped open in shock and disgust.
"What the f -" his eyes instantly locked onto the culprit.
It was that girl, the Ravenclaw Seeker!
Cho-something.
She was smirking at him defiantly.
Several other Ravenclaws had turned and was now watching his reaction with bated breath.
All the little first years covered their mouths in horror.
Draco's blood slowly boiled as he fingered the sticky trail of chocolate sliding down his neck.
Yes, she was going to pay.
Surreptitiously reaching for the piece of cheesecake, he stood up slowly, grey eyes locked onto hers.
By now, the entire hall was watching them in hushed silence.
The Cho girl was looking at him with a deer caught in the headlights look and glanced towards the Head table for help.
Oh no you don't, thought Draco.
Without warning, he wound his arm back and flung the cake-missile towards her with surprising accuracy.
It hit her flush on the face with such force that she fell backwards and onto the floor.
Draco smiled; feeling pleased with himself. He sat back down calmly as if nothing had happened.
Justice has been served, he thought happily and picked up his spoon again.
Unfortunately, chaos chose to ensue from that moment on.
Someone (Draco suspected it was one of the red-haired twins) shouted out -
"FOOOOOD FIGHT!"
All hell broke loose after that.
All manner of puddings, pastries and puffs started hurtling through the air in slow motion.
It seemed as if everyone was getting into the swing of things.
Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs and Slytherins.
Attacking each other with confection.
Draco yelped as a plate narrowly missed his head and crashed into the wall behind him.
Very Alarmed, he considered his options and made a split second decision.
He dropped to his hands and knees.
And crawled under the table.
No way was HE getting into this fight.
Let them all get dirty and sticky!
He was going to crawl out unnoticed and hide away in his room for the rest of the day.
Congratulating his genius and sniggering to himself, he soon reached the end of the table.
From there, it was only a few feet to the doors.
Checking to make sure that the coast was clear first; he crawled on all fours towards it like a mouse.
He would have made it, if it wasn't for a pair of sneaker-clad feet that suddenly appeared in front of him.
Draco looked up slowly, a sense of foreboding filling him before he even saw who it was.
Harry Potter cleared his throat pointedly and grinned down at him.
He had some unidentified yellow gunk stuck in his hair and blueberry syrup running down the side of his face and down into his robes.
"Hey Malfoy. . . You waren't thinking of sneaking out by any chance, were you?" said Harry Potter loudly, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Uh oh, thought Draco.
"Now, just wait a minute, Potter -" Draco pushed himself up to his knees in front of the boy.
"No way, Malfoy. You started this."
And he emptied a huge bowl of whipped cream from nowhere and onto Draco's head.
Draco froze in shock for a few seconds as gobs of the thick white cream ran down his hair and face.
It covered him completely.
He could hear laughter and Harry's footsteps squeaking away from him.
Draco angrily wiped some of the cream away from his face so he that could open his eyes.
"Potter. . ." he started and slowly got up from his kneeling position.
But Harry Potter didn't hear him.
He was already halfway across the room and was now gleefully tossing handfuls of green jelly at some cowering Hufflepuffs, obviously having the time of his life.
Fearing No More Stains now (seeing as he was already covered in the stuff), Draco sprinted ahead and launched himself onto the unsuspecting boy.
They fell to the floor in a sticky, gooey mess.
Or rather Harry Potter fell to the floor and Draco landed neatly on top of him.
Sitting up, he straddled Harry Potter's waist with his knees. At the same time, he also spotted a dish of ice-cream that someone had left conveniently nearby.
He grinned.
He knew what he had to do.
But the boy underneath him was already covered in so much gunk and syrup that it wouldn't make much of a difference if Draco were to mess up his face with it.
So he did the only thing that he could think of.
He pushed the robes off the bewildered boy and tore his shirt wide open.
He then reached for the dish and upturned it squarely onto the Harry Potter's bare chest.
Who yelped from the sudden chill and tried to buck him off with his hips.
"Oh no, you don't Potter!" Malfoy gripped his hips and kept him in place before he maliciously smeared the cold ice-cream all over.
"Hah!" Draco finally said with satisfaction as he sat back and admired his handiwork.
Harry Potter was staring at him open-mouthed.
His chest was covered in a swirly pink and white motif. He was presumably too shocked to move or say anything.
Looking down at him, Draco had a sudden impulse to taste the ice-cream.
He really did like raspberry and vanilla, after all.
So without further ado he leaned forward and raked his fingers down Harry's chest, tracing a pattern of clean parallel lines downwards.
He hadn't expected Harry to arch himself upwards into his touch like that.
Or moan.
Feeling rather turned-on by this new development, Draco sat back and proceeded to lustily lick and suck his fingers clean; one at a time.
Harry Potter's bright green eyes intensely followed his movements.
In the space of a few seconds the mood had certainly shifted somewhat.
Fingers finally clean; Draco leaned forward again to get himself a second helping.
But this time, Harry Potter grabbed his wrists firmly and yanked him forward.
"Malfoy. . ." he said in a low voice.
"Potter." he licked his lips innocently, "I hope you don't mind. But I really do like raspberry and vanilla."
"I see. . ." said Harry, not letting go of his wrists. "What a coincidence. I really like chocolate and whipped cream." he said huskily.
And then, Harry Potter proceeded to ravish Draco on the floor with an abandon only found in really cheesy Muggle romance novels.
After much gratuitous humping and face-licking, the two boys lay on the floor sticky and panting.
"So it was custard that was in your hair, then." Draco said after a while, fervently hoping that it won't go straight to his thighs.
"Huh?" Harry asked, "Oh. I suppose so." He rolled over to his side to face Draco, and rested his head in his hand, using his elbow for support.
Draco looked at him warily.
"What, Potter?"
"Oh nothing," he replied with a cheeky grin. "I missed a spot, that's all." He bent forward and nibbled on the dab of chocolate still stuck on Draco's earlobe.
"Mmm. . . That's nice, Potter. Don't stop."
"This reminds me. . .Did you know I've finally got a complete collection of Chocolate Frog cards?"
"Shut up, Potter. You're spoiling the moment."
Harry ignored him and blew in his ear lightly, sending chills down his spine and raising the little hairs at the back of his neck.
"Uh huh. Hannah Abbott traded Burdock Muldoon for my Roderick Plumpton the other day." He mumbled happily and bit Draco's earlobe gently.
"Potter, either shut up or get your tongue out of my ear."
Harry Potter laughed under his breath and suddenly his face was hovering over Draco's.
His fringe was tickling Draco's forehead.
"You're so freaking cute, Malfoy." he said, shaking his head.
"Of course I am." Draco huffed but he couldn't hold back a grin.
Harry bent his head to kiss him sweetly on the lips once and pulled back, raising his eyebrows apologetically.
"But you still lost, though." said Harry sadly.
Draco's grin died on his lips.
He felt an odd sense of déjà vu.
The green and silver flags above their heads were slowly unfurling to become red and gold.
Harry Potter was giving him Eskimo kisses with his cold nose and murmuring sweet nothings.
And Draco woke up in his bed screaming.
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A/N: Thank you everyone for your reviews! I LOVE THEM! I LOVE YOU!
*clears throat*
O-kay. . .
A couple of people asked some questions and I thought I'd answer in my most helpful manner.
Have I ever read cheesy romances? : Err. . . Of course, hasn't everyone? But I don't do that anymore, though. No, no, I've conquered that nasty habit many years ago. In fact, I'm currently working on a patch to hawk on e-Bay (for those poor people still afflicted but trying to kick the habit).
When is BM starting again? : Hmm I'm going to dodge this one because I don't want to get pelted with rocks and such. *hides*
And finally no, sadly I don't have a bunch of chapters for this fic all written up, Gia. I'm just winging it best I can, really.
And that would also eventually be my official excuse when this fic turns crappy at some point in the foreseeable future.
Happy holidays everyone!!! :-)
Lots of love,
Katanes D.