The Friday Boy

CHAPTER 12

It was an unspoken rule that no matter how much you hate your enemies at some stage in your life you’d need them for something. That was why at present Harry Potter was perched on the bench in the 5th year Slytherin boy’s bathroom waiting in silence for the bell to signal the end of classes for the day. After last Friday’s disastrous date with Snape Harry had been left feeling strangely unsatisfied just as he’d been the night he’d followed Snape to the club in the first place. Not a single thought had gone through Harry’s head all week that hadn’t been in some way connected to the so-called farce of a date. However in the mass of confusion going through his mind two main problems had kept reoccurring. One was the fact Snape had gone cold. Like Harry didn’t even exist Snape had ignored him. They hadn’t shared two single words together, Snape not even acknowledging him in class to take points or give a detention. Admittedly Harry too had been a little embarrassed first period on Monday after their date, when Snape had sat down on his desk but Harry didn’t see any reason he should be totally ignored.

The second problem was the fact Harry couldn’t sleep. Well he could sleep but only after jerking himself off. It was down right disgusting how many times he’d played with himself all week, and it was now at the stage where he couldn’t close his eyes without picturing Snape’s powerful figure bent over the desk thrusting away in earnest. Last night however he’d been left unsatisfied and hard, having jerked himself for over an hour to no result. It hadn’t been that he didn’t want it, it was just that he was rapidly running out of stimulus material to get him there. He’d never ventured into the world of men doing men, and his limited knowledge wasn’t enough to provide the necessary images he needed.

With exams looming and a whole stack of homework beginning to pile up these problems needed sorting out. One problem he would have to think about more carefully in order to fix but the other would be surprisingly easy if his blonde nemesis turned out to be a creature of habit.

The bell for the end of classes rang and Harry heard chattering of the students as they spilled out of their classrooms and into the corridors. Harry knew Draco had Transfiguration last on Friday’s it was a class he was supposed to be in himself but had decided to skive. Harry also knew that Draco always waited till after the day’s classes before going to the bathroom. It was a strange unexplainable habit that Ron and Harry had taken delight in giving the blonde shit over. Still no matter how strange it was a habit that was about to serve Harry’s purpose.

Sure enough five or ten minutes after the bell and a few younger Slytherin students had come and gone having used the facilities Harry heard a familiar voice.

“Merlin Goyle, you’re such a cock head.” Harry smiled darkly to himself as he watched Draco saunter into the bathroom, his two stupid sidekicks following him in. Harry remained silent as he watched the blonde dump his bag on the floor by the door before sidling up to the urinals unaware of Harry’s presence. Goyle and Crabb followed Draco’s lead the blonde consciously stepping a little further away from the other two boys as he unzipped his fly. “Do you two have to stand so close to me, it’s bad enough I splash my own shoes without you two pissing all over me as well.” Draco spat sharply, clearly in as foul a mood as ever. Harry watched as Draco put his hand out to lean against the wall as he went about his business the blonde staring down at himself for a moment before glancing up. It was then that Draco saw the reflection of Harry in the mirror above the trough.

“Oh fucking hell Potter you dirty perve!” Harry couldn’t help but smile to himself as he watched Draco practically trip over his own feet as he hastily tucked himself away not caring that he hadn’t finished. “What the fuck are you doing here! Taking the chance to get a look at a real man’s cock hey?” Having restored his trousers Draco spun around and glared at Harry who merely shrugged his shoulders at Draco’s nasty insults. Harry had learnt to let everything Draco said roll of his back, and at present it wouldn’t do to piss the blonde off.

“I need a favor.” Harry lowered his voice just enough that it didn’t echo in the bathroom. It wouldn’t do for others to overhear what he was discussing. Draco snorted and rolled his eyes as he gestured for Crabb and Goyle to get out. The two beefy lads did as they were instructed leaving Harry and Draco staring each other down.

“Forget it Potter, I don’t do favors for you.” Draco went to turn to leave but Harry was quicker tossing a money pouch onto the floor ensuring that some of the gold knuts spilled out onto the stone floor. Harry smiled as he saw Draco stop and look back at the money.

“Double what they’re worth to keep your mouth shut.” Harry muttered hoping against hope that the rumors about Draco were right and that they were currently talking about the same thing. Draco dropped his bag again and walked over to the money. Harry watched as the blonde picked it up and tossed it up and down in his hand for a moment in thought. Harry had first heard the whispers about Draco back in second year, during a routine inspection of their dorms. Harry hadn’t quite understood why Ron, Seamus and Dean had been so frantic about the inspection but afterwards when they’d showed Harry the magazines he’d understood their panic having had McGonagall search the room. The routine inspections had been the topic for conversation at the dinner table that night, and Harry had overheard some Ravenclaw boys talking about having had theirs confiscated and that Draco Malfoy was in the processes of getting them more. It had never entered Harry’s head to ask the blonde to get him some, having always just shared Ron’s and Seamus. Ron got his from his older brothers and Seamus had a subscription sent to an owling box in Hogsmeade to avoid detection. Now though with Harry’s changing tastes and the lack of that sort of material just lying about Harry had been forced to take drastic measures.

“What’s your poison?” Draco glanced behind him to make sure no one else was in the bathroom before approaching Harry having pocketed the money. Harry frowned in confusion and was slighting irritated as Draco rolled his eyes and tutted at him impatiently. “What kind do you want Potter?” Draco muttered as he leant against the bench Harry was perched on top of.

“Wizards.” Harry whispered preparing himself for the inevitable. Draco scoffed loudly and shook his head and despite himself Harry blushed.

“Potter’s a cake eater, that is a surprise, rumor had it you were banging Ginny Weasley but in light of this it’s just as likely to be her brothers.” Draco laughed a wicked smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he flicked a piece of fluff from his school robe.

“I’m paying you to keep your mouth shut Malfoy or we can forget it.” Harry spat wondering if he should trust Draco, considering the blonde would take any opportunity of bringing Harry down. Draco held his hands up in a mock show of apology.

“Hey for this kind of money I’d do you myself and save on postage.” Harry raised a surprised eyebrow at Draco who sniffed at the air indignantly as if he hadn’t just suggested that he’d fuck Harry his archrival. “So any preferences? Bondage, dress ups, S&M?” It was if Draco was talking another language and Harry just stared at the blonde blankly, not wanting to say anything and sound like a complete dickhead. Draco huffed contemptibly and walked away from Harry towards his bag, having realized just how naive Potter was. “Just leave it to me Potter, I’ll pick some nice wizards with big cocks doing nasty things to other nice wizards.” Before Harry could ask about how long they’d be Draco had gone leaving Harry feeling once again like everyone else in the world was having sex except him.

With an exaggerated sigh Harry left the Slytherin bathroom and headed for his own dorm, knowing that if he wasn’t at dinner either McGonagall would send out a search party for him. So one problem down, one to go…

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The weekend flew by and despite getting a great deal of his homework done the revision for his exams was taking some getting through. On the upside too he’d worked on a plan to solve problem number two. It wasn’t a plan like that but it did involved a certain risk, and that was that Snape either killed him or he spent the rest of the year having a potion master ignore him.

First up Monday was double potions, a bad way to start any week let alone the one Harry was undoubtedly going to have. Harry took his usual seat at the back and like the rest of his class got out the weekends homework and his books. Snape strode in with his usual menacing glare and promptly collected all the homework from the desks with a flick of his wand before spinning the chalkboard around to reveal the day’s potion to be brewed. Snape spent a good ten minutes explaining the potion before at last presenting Harry with the opportunity he had been waiting for.

“…any questions?” Snape stepped back from the board and looked casually around the classroom. No one asked questions in Snape’s class less you wanted your throat torn out and so when Harry raised his hand he wasn’t surprised to receive a few horrified stares. “Potter.” Snape growled the expression on his face like thunder as he glared at the boy.

“How many mandrake roots did you say sir?” Harry smiled innocently at Snape making out as if he’d missed that part Snape had just said.

“Three Potter, Three.” Harry nodded as he pretended to note the number down as Snape rounded his desk and pointed to the potion cabinets.

“Now you can all begin…” Before Snape could finish his sentence Harry spoke up again.

“Sorry professor just another question you mentioned toadflax, but neither the book nor yourself told us if it was to be fresh or powdered?” Harry ignored the gasps of shock as he stared directly at Snape whose gaze had narrowed dangerously at having been so rudely interrupted.

“When not specified Potter either form will do, but as a good potions student will know fresh ingredients always produces the best possible brew.” Harry nodded and again pretended to note down the reply, Harry also noticing that Hermione was hastily scribbling away with this new information. “Now if Mr. Potter has finished you may all begin…..”

“Actually Professor it’s just come to my attention the fact that this potion has Sneezlewort in it and I believe Ernie McMillian is allergic to it’s vapor…” Harry paused and glanced across at the Slytherin student who having nodded quickly at Harry’s inquiry cowered in his seat under the weight of Snape’s murderous glare. “…wouldn’t it be safer for Ernie to just observe…” This time it was Snape who cut Harry off his voice dangerously low and his lips pressed impossibly tight together.

“…Mr. Potter while Mr. McMillian surely appreciates your concern for his well-being, he also understood when joining this class that he would be exposed to such ingredients and therefore should have taken his own precautions.” Ernie slid even further down in his stool as Snape stared at him waiting for him to nod in agreement before Snape refocused his gaze back on Harry, who remained the only student in the class upright and defiant. “…now for the final time you may begin your potions…..”

“No, sorry Professor are you suggesting you don’t care for the safety of your students in this class, because I’m sure headmaster Dumbledore would not…………” Harry knew he’d pushed his limit but he wasn’t quite prepared for just what happened next.

“POTTER!” Snape’s scream must have been heard all through the castle as Snape wove his way between the desks and descended on Harry. Harry braced himself as Snape picked him up by his collar before throwing him out of the classroom and into the hallway. Harry hit the floor heavily, the impact on his tailbone robbing him of breath momentarily. With his vision swimming a little Harry stared up at Snape’s looming form that now stood over him, oblivious to the scared faces now huddled around the door watching the scene play out. “Consider yourself on detention Potter for the rest of semester and I’ll take 30 house points from you for deliberately sabotaging my class! And before you decide to question my teaching ethics again, remember that if you do I will remove your tongue! NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!” Harry cowered down under Snape’s impressive presence as the wizard straightened up, calm seeming to return to him once his rage had been sated. Harry knew Snape was waiting for him to get up and leave, so slowly Harry rose to his feet and stood in front of the professor now unable to hide the twitch of a smile that graced his lips as he stared into Snape’s cold expression.

“Thanks for the chat sir.” With a mock bow to Snape Harry took off up the hallway knowing that Snape had got the message loud and clear. Waiting till he was out of sight Harry collapsed in a heap on the stairs and sighed heavily. The entire situation had been worse than Harry had imagined it turning out to be, but on the upside his plan had worked. Snape had been forced into talking to him, and to boot Harry now had detention with him for the rest of semester essentially getting around Dumbledore’s rules of not being allowed in Snape’s company alone. Things were looking up after all.

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>