What\'s Protection Got To Do With It?

Hi everyone! Shiny-Chan is back! Sorry that it took so long but I think I’m only going



to be able update once or twice a week. Sorry. I’ve been working full time and I



recently had problems with my laptop so it’s gone for another couple of weeks to get



fixed at the manufacturers place. Thank god it was still in warrantee or that would



have been a couple hundred out of my pocket. So anyway, here is the next installment of



my amazing story!







Thrnbrooke: thanks for reviewing! I am kind of making Hiei nice aren’t I? Oh well, I



like a nice Hiei. But the Banshee Shriek is an artifact from Yu Yu Hakusho. It really



belongs to Shishiwakamaru, a demon our favorite detectives fought in the dark



tournament. It is a sword that extends and when twirled like a baton yields an attack



called Chorus of One Thousand Skulls. Very deadly but cool.









Tina109: Thank you so much! It was fun turning 19 although I had to work most of that



day. *Pouts*





Bats: Hello!!! *waves* where are you? How come I didn’t get a review for the last



chapter? Do you not like me anymore? T-T







Chapter 18: With Derek Hough on top. Yuuummmy!







Draco woke the next morning feeling as if he hadn’t slept at all. His wooden arms



hindered his dressing process, irritating the sleepy boy. When he was finished



dressing, he noticed that Hiei was nowhere around. So he brushed his hair and was too



tired to gel it by the time he was finished. Draco went to the Great Hall for



breakfast, oblivious to the stares everyone sent in his direction. He sat at the bench



and speared the first omelette he saw and a few links of sausage. He also grabbed



biscuits and gravy. Blaise leaned over and inspected his plate.



“Damn Draco! Did you get laid last night?” Blaise’s crass question jolted him out of



his sleepy daze.



“None of your damn business Zabini! Why the hell do you care anyway?”



“You look tired, you’re wearing yesterday’s robes, you didn’t gel your hair, and you’re



eating enough to feed an army. Didn’t you stay at dinner long enough last night to hear



that sixth and seventh years don’t have to wear the uniforms? Even Potter looks fine



this morning.” Draco whipped his head around to look at the aforementioned boy. Draco



had to fight to keep himself from drooling. Harry was wearing black straight legged



jeans that fit him like a glove in all the right places, and a black tank top on top.



He had covered the tank with an unbuttoned emerald green shirt that brought the



matching color from his eyes. To top it all off, he had ditched his glasses.



Altogether, he looked absolutely shaggable.



“Draco darling, you should close your mouth before flies get in.” Draco snapped his



mouth shut and turned to Blaise.



“How much time is left before Muggle Defense?” Blaise shrugged.



“Half hour maybe. Why?” Draco jumped up from the table and went back to his room. He



grabbed a grey jumper and a pair of black slacks from the bureau and laid them on the



bed before going into the connected bathroom. He unbuttoned his fly and pulled out his



turgid cock urgently. An image of Harry looking like he had at breakfast popped into



his head. Draco closed his eyes and he began to stroke himself gently. He imagined the



new sexy Harry on his knees in front of him stroking his dick in the same way he was



now. The imaginary Harry kissed the head of Draco’s cock before he took the tip of it



into his mouth and hummed deeply. Draco moaned and stroked faster as the invisible sex



god tongued the underside of his cock, licking it like a cherry flavored lollipop.



Draco came hard when the vision looked up at him from the floor and said his name in a



deep husky voice. Draco shuddered and moved to the sink to clean up. He went back to



the room and changed into the clothing he had laid on the bed. He was doing up the



buttons on his new pair of trousers when he glanced at the clock on the bedside table.



Shit! He had only five minutes to get to class! Draco ran the stairs a few at a time



and barely made it to the classroom before the bell rang. Blaise sidled up to him and



nudged him in the side.



“What took you so long, Drake? You look amazing by the way.” Draco pierced him with an



‘I’m pissed so back off’ glare and he turned away.



“Nice of you to join us Mr. Malfoy.” Draco whipped around to face Genkai.



“I’m sorry Sensei. It won’t happen again.”



“It had better not. Now let’s see who did their homework.” Genkai walked around the



room and poked everyone in the arm. Surprisingly, only Draco, Harry, Ron and Hermione



winced. Genkai returned to the front of the class.



“Everyone who I didn’t see wince come to the front of the classroom.” The majority of



the class stepped to the front while Draco walked over to the Golden Trio, ignoring



Ron’s malevolent glare. Harry turned and smiled at Draco as he approached.



“Hello Malfoy. What’s up?” Draco shrugged.



“Nothing much actually. I saw you got rid of those hideous spectacles. Why did you do



that?” Harry blushed.



“I really didn’t have any choice. I broke them beyond what any reparo could fix when I



was doing the exercises last night. I just asked Hermione to magically correct them.”



Draco spoke to Hermione while keeping his gaze on Harry.



“Congratulations, Granger. You have managed to grant the wishes of almost every girl in



Hogwarts.” Not to mention some of the guys as well. Harry’s blush deepened into a



burgundy and he looked down.



“You can’t be serious Malfoy! Why would you say that?” Draco laughed.



“One. Without your glasses, your eyes stand out even more. Two, your hair is a bit



longer and still has that ‘just shagged’ look. Three, you are wearing clothes that fit



and compliment you, and Four, even Blaise complimented your looks this morning.” Harry



looked away and noticed most of the class was leaving, although Yusuke and Kurama



stayed behind. Harry sidled up to Kurama to avoid Draco’s gaze.



“Hey, why are they leaving?” Kurama smiled softly at him.



“It’s a good thing you did your homework. Genkai is making them do twenty laps around



Hogwarts and for each person that stops to rest there will be ten laps added.” Draco



blanched.



“Hiei really wasn’t joking when he said it would be my funeral.”



“Yes. Hiei rarely jokes. Have you seen him by the way? He’s your roommate, right? He



was supposed to come see me this morning but he didn’t come and he isn’t here now.”



“I am his roommate but I haven’t seen him since he poured me into the bathtub last



night. He was talking about winning ‘The Banshee Shriek’ in a bet with someone called



Koenma, whatever that is.” Yusuke paled.



“What is that stupid baby thinking betting with shorty with that sword for a prize? Is



he trying to get killed?” Kurama placed a hand in the small of Yusuke’s back to calm



him.



“Hiei won’t do anything stupid, koibito. He knows the consequences. I do however wonder



what Shishiwakamaru will say to know that his sword is now in Hiei’s possession?”



“He’ll flip. He’d probably steal the sword back and butcher Hiei with it.”



“So make sure that he never finds out.” Yusuke locked eyes with Kurama. Draco acquired



a faint sense of nausea watching the almost visible lust flying between the two.



“Get a room you nauseating couple!” The Golden Trio just froze and Yusuke looked at



Draco quizzically.



“How did you know we were together?” Draco scoffed derisively.



“Give me a break. Even if Hiei hadn’t told me last night, you two might as well wear a



sign that says ‘Attention! New Couple Here!’” Yusuke’s face turned beet red. Draco



smirked and walked out of the classroom, waving his arm behind him. Harry leaned up to



talk to Kurama.”



“Seriously, what is a Banshee Shriek?”