This was co-authored with Xarmstrong-angeX who I am trying to convince to write more fics. Neither of us own Harry Potter

Pure Poetry

Malfoy threw Harry up against the wall

Having just fought their way out the Great Hall

Ron and Hermione ran to keep up

But Ron was distracted by a refilling cup

Malfoy was all 'Show me your wand'

Harry was unsure how to respond

Draco dragged Harry into a nearby room

Where the only light shone from the moon

Facing his foe, the Slytherin said

'Wait here while I conjure up a bed'

Harry was startled with no time to breathe

When the bed appeared and there was no way to leave

He clawed at his cloak, he searched for a spell

Was there an escape from this Malfoy hell?

Malfoy approached and touched Harry's hair

Before sweeping him into his Slytherin lair

Malfoy was nimble, his fingers were quick

Harry wondered why he'd thought him a prick

The Griffindor's features became relaxed and unwound

He liked the way his hands were now bound

The possy outside were banging at the door

Harry ignored them: he just wanted more

Draco was pressing his luck, he could tell

But Harry didn't mind – he was under his spell

They lay down flat amongst the textbooks and mess

As Draco with his teeth began to Harry undress

Off came his white shirt, his pants and his socks

But they both became frightened by a series of knocks

This gave Peeves a disappointed feeling

(He had been watching from his spot on the ceiling)

The boys returned, knowing the knocks were in vain

How Harry wished Draco would scream out his name

The mattress was soft, but the boys they were ready

They had no intentions of taking this steady

Their skin it was warm, their lips were inviting

Had they finally found something better than fighting?

Hermione and Ron by this stage were frantic

And that concludes our strange little fanfic