They Don't Make Desks Like They Used To ...

AN: Heres chapter two! Woot!

Enjoy!

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The end of the day came all too quickly for Harry and his detention drew nearer. He had only missed fifteen minutes of Defence Against the Dark Arts to change his trousers, thankfully the clean washing had just been returned that morning and Harry was able to dig out his other pair of trousers and he had gotten through Defense Against the Dark Arts with just a warning about his tardiness, which is also know as ten points from Griffindor.

They were all gathered in the common room and Harry was beginning to feel quite nervous.

'Damn detention. Damn Snape. I wonder what my punishment will be? Malfoy will get off lightly as usual. Stupid, sexy, blonde git! Wait did I just think he was sexy? No ... Of course I didn't ... and that damn hot and greasy potions prick! ... Wait ... did I just think Snape was hot? No ... I'm ... just imagining things ...'

Ron and Hermione were sat close by, doing homework whilst Harry was having his mental battle. Well, it was more like Ron just sat and gaped at Harry because he wasn't speaking or doing anything, just sat staring into space and Hermione was doing both Ron's and Harry's homework for them.

"Harry, mate. What's up?"

Ron was poking Harry in the shoulder to get him to listen and Hermione went still, pretending to look something up in order to listen to the conversation.

"Hm? Oh, just thinking about what Snape will make me do for detention ... I've only got about fifteen minutes left until I have to go ..."

Ron was catching his eye again and this time Harry thought he should probably take him up on it.

"Well, I think I'll go to bed for a bit before I finish this homework, coming Harry?"

Harry pretended to stretch and yawn before answering Ron.

'That has to be the worst excuse ever, though to take him up on it, its going to make it more suspicious seen as I have to leave soon, but all well ...'

"Yeah, I could do with a quick nap before I do whatever hard work Snape will make me do. Mind if we leave our homework with you Hermione?"

Hermione just grunted and continued with their homework, not that she was agreeing or anything but she knew they wouldn't do it otherwise and she didn't want them to have a detention. She didn't know what they were playing at ... yet ... but what she did know was that they were not going to sleep.

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As soon as the dormitory door shut behind them, Ron launched into his argument.

"What the heck were you doing in potions?" He whispered, a look of curiosity and a bit of disgust written so plainly on his face you could have read it in his freckles.

The dormitory was deserted as it was way too early for others to be sleeping.

"What?" Harry answered, acting the innocent until he could find out how much Ron knew.

"In potions ... Sucking your fingers and ...biting you hand ... I was watching you ..."

Ron was obviously embarrassed as he revealed what he had been doing.

"Were you? Was anybody else?"

Harry ignored the blush that was creeping up Ron's neck and then a thought hit. He would embarrass Ron from watching him and from finding out about his secret experiment, so before Ron could answer he put on his most flirtatious voice and walked closer to Ron in the twighlight.

"So you were watching. Did you like what you saw?"

'Well, if this seduction experiment got me into this, seduction had better get me out!'

Harry continued walking towards Ron and he was obvioulsy uncomfortable with his best friend appearing to be coming onto him as he was backing up, unknowingly, into a trap.

"Harry? A ... Are you feeling alright?"

Ron was stammering slightly and then he realised that Harry's four poster bed was behind him, as he glanced at it Harry pushed him and he landed, sprawled out on the white and red sheets a look of pure shock and a bit of fright on his face. As well as a bright red blush splashed across his cheeks.

Harry crawled above him and whispered lightly in his ear, his lips ghosting over the shell.

"I'm fine ... you, on the other hand, look quite flushed ..."

Harry gently stroked away the red locks of hair away from Ron's eyes and forehead, then pressed his palm lightly on his forehead whilst the cold fingertips of his other hand traced a never ending pattern on his hot neck. Ron's eyelids fluttered closed and his breathing rate increased as he shivered at Harry's touches. Harry was right in guessing that Ron's neck was a particularly sensitive area.

"Wh ... what are you ... doing?"

Harry shifted his position above Ron and positioned his knee so that it was almost touching the noticable tent in Ron's trousers. If Harry guessed right, Hermione would be coming in soon to 'get him up' for his detention which meant he had just enough time to make it look like Ron had come on to him, so that maybe it would deter Hermione from thinking Harry was hiding something. Maybe.

"Why?"

Harry was back to whispering into Rons ear. The air against his hot ear making him shiver.

"Don't you like it?"

Harry moved his mouth from Ron's ear and began to place hot kisses against his neck and jawline, occationally nipping lightly causing Ron's breath to hitch and for him to squirm slightly. He gasped and moaned loudly when his squirming suddenly brought his hard cock into contact with Harry's knee. In that instant Harry roughly kissed Ron and slipped his tongue in whilst he was still preoccupied with other sensations. Ron's hands which up until then had been grabbing and twisting the sheets, as his resolve snapped they shot up and grabbed Harrys waist and flipped him onto his back, lying flush against Harry's body and began to kiss Harry in return, slipping his tongue into his mouth to explore the hot, wet cavern. Harry, seeing his chance as Hermione could be there at any moment, his took up Ron's abondoned position and began to grab the sheets and groaned in response to Ron's ministrations, it looked for all the world as though Harry was stuggling not to give in to the red head.

'Hermione had better hurry up before I get more than half hard, otherwise I won't be able to go to detention in that condition!'

Just as Ron reached up to run his palm across Harry's hardening nipples through his robes, a light groan escaped him and the dormitory door burst open.

"Harry! Harry! You're going to be ..."

Hermione stopped dead in the doorway, momentarily stunned by what she saw. Ron suddenly sprang off Harry, stood stock still for a moment then with his head bowed, almost ran to the bathroom. Harry couldn't help but take a deep breath and let out a shakey sigh. Hermione had been just in time.

'I'm sorry for using you Ron, but you wouldn't understand ...'

"Did you say I was going to be late, Hermione?"

"What? Oh ... Yeah ..."

Hermione was shook from her trance and she tore her gaze from Harry's bed where he was getting up and slipping on his shoes, a blush rising up her face.

"It's five to eight!"

Then she left the dormitory and shortly after she had, Harry followed, leaving the sound of heavy breathing, low groans and whispered moans floating in from the bathroom.

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Harry practically flew into the common room and looked for Hermione to tell her not to wait up for him, but she was no where to be found so he had no choice but to run out of the potrait hole and make a mad dash down the stairs. Taking a few of his well learnt short-cuts, Harry managed to get into the dungeons, being only 10 minutes late.

He practicaly ran into Snapes office door as he wheeled around the corner and after taking a minute to compose himself and to catch his breath, he knocked on the door.

"Enter."

That voice that he knew like chewing gum on the bottom of his shoe came lazily from under the door like a poisonous gas. Turning the handle and pushing the door, he entered into the gloom of Snape's office.

As he thought, Malfoy was already there, but something wasn't right. The usual sneer that was most often displayed on his pale and pointed features for Harry's viewing displeasure was missing. Instead he just stood there, expressionless, but not in an evil sort of way. Quite like the way you look at a dog in the pound or a cat in a vets clinic that you don't really like but you feel sorry for it. He looked sort of like that, only with a bit more pride and the pity wasn't evidently displayed.

'What are banes two and three of my whole existense planning?'

Harry thought hard. They obviously looked as though they were in league which was no surprise but then Snape began to shout at Malfoy for no apparent reason.

"You, Mr. Malfoy, are a pervert and a disgrace to your family and name!!!"

Harry began to wonder what the heck was going on. Snape had just insulted his best and favoured student and he (For the time being, he reminded himself) was being completely ignored. This couldn't be right. Could it? Then when it was obvious he had finished with Malfoy, Snape rounded on Harry.

"And YOU! Making a fool out of me in MY OWN classroom! Well, I have a special punishement for both of you..."

Snape's voice suddenly went sickly sweet as he addressed the two young men in front of him.

"You think that you can seduce me, Potter? Is that your little childish game? and you Malfoy, what's your game? Did you get off on watching your potions professor being sexually harrassed?"

Snape didn't give them time to answer the question even if he wanted them to.

"Well, Potter. I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of having me. As for you, Mr Malfoy, why didn't you leave when you had the oppertunity?"

In answer to the quesitons, both boys went aflame with embaressment and were unable to meet Snape's cold, black eyes.

"In that case," Snape continued.

"I think I shall play a little game with the two of you ... Imperio!"

Draco felt the welcome blissful blankness envolope him and a dazed smile appeared on his alabaster face. As he swayed slightly he was aware of a voice like angels that was music to his ears telling him to do things.

'Why not?' He reasoned.

'Such a beautiful voice. The owner would never make me do anything wrong, not with that voice that sounds like all the angels in heaven playing such melodic harps. I'd do anything to keep hearing such beauty.'

and what was worse was that he truly meant what he had thought.