Harry Potter and the Slytherin Adventures

wanrings: dom!draco, sub!harry

Harry awoke to feelings of not-quite-rightness. He recalled the party the Gryffindor's had thrown the night before, in the room of requirement, and all four houses had attended, much to everyone's surprise.

But that was the extent of his memory. And now he'd woken up in a strange bed. And he felt weird.

Reaching for his glasses, Harry sat up and looked around. The bed was definitely not in his Gryffindor dorm. Taking in the green bed-curtains, and "SLYTHERIN PRIDE!" banner on the wall, he gathered he'd ended up in the dungeons somehow.

Something stirred beside him, and Harry froze. Unwilling or unable to look, he quickly removed himself from the bed, and gathered his clothing.

"Aww, going so soon, Potter?" The voice was familiar, and Harry nearly fell over trying to pull his trousers up over his hips.

"Yes." He said, and all but scurried out of the room. He found himself in a hall filled with other doors. The carpet was predominently green, and the walls were bare, save for nameplate next to each door.

"Malfoy"
"Nott and Zabini"
"Goyle and Crabbe"

Down the other end of the hallway were more names, this time female:

"Bulstrode and Davis"
"Greengrass and Angen"
"Parkinson"

Harry stumbled out of the seventh year hallway, and into the common room. It was early enough that there were only one or two sleep-addled students blinking blearily into the fire or at their homework. Harry slipped past them, almost confidently that he was about to get out of the Slytherin dungeons unharmed when someone large grabbed him from behind.

"Leaving so soon, Potter?" Snape sneered into his ear, and to his horror, began stroking a hand down his chest. "Come into my office, Potter, and earn yourself some extra credit."

As the hand reached his groin and began pressing inwards, Harry panicked and pulled away. Making a beeline for the door, he forgot to stop and open it, instead slamming quite hard into the back of the portrait. Momentarily stunned, he pulled back and yanked it open, fleeing as fast as he could.

That did not just happen. I was not just molested by Snape. I did not just wake up in... in...

The horror of this thought was too much to complete it, and he hurried towards the seventh floor. No one stopped him on the way, for which he was grateful, and it wasn't until he'd made it through the portrait that he even stopped to breath. Leaning against it, he sighed, considering his morning.

Glad to be home again, he didn't immediately look around. When he did, he was horrified to see a muggle recording device still playing back the images they'd taken the night before. Picking up the devious beast, Harry watched himself make out passionately with Draco Malfoy, with nearly the entire school cheering them on.

As he continued to watch, he realized it was a drinking game they'd been playing, as the next person he kissed--

Sickened and horrified by the sight of Snape running his fingers through Harry's hair, Harry dropped the camera. The portrait opened again behind him, and he turned.

"Don't worry, Potter, he didn't mean it." Draco Malfoy stood comfortably in the Gryffindor common room, clad in only his pyjamas and looking for all the world as though he belonged there. "But I can assure you, that I did."

Finally, the weird feeling he'd woken up with resolved itself. He remembered the fantastic feeling of kissing Malfoy, and seconds later found that not only was he remembering it, he was making it a reality for the second time.

The kissing became heavier and hotter and Draco herded Harry towards the stairs. "This one, right?"

"Yes," Harry murmured, attaching his lips to Draco's neck as they walked/stumbled. Finally making it up into Harry's dorm room, the two of them fell onto Harry's bed, shedding clothes.

A few feet away, Ron cast the necessary privacy spells for them, having no desire to listen to them go at it. From beside him, Hermione grinned.
"Wow, well, that was... unexpected."

Ron nodded. "Not entirely, though."

"No, not entirely."

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I tried to make it crackalicious, and I had a whole plot outlined in my head, then I sat down to write, and it ran away. Faster than Harry presented with waking up in Draco's bed, and not remembering how he got there.

There's another chapter to this, because I intended to have a lot of smut in THIS story/chapter, and then there wasn't. Bah. *kicks muse*