Some Dangerous Liaisons

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In the heat of the night

Harry spent the next five days in a Calming and healing draught drug-induced haze.

In between Madam Pomfrey’s almost hourly ministrations of various potions and spells, Harry drifted in and out of consciousness. His dreams made little sense to him due to the splattering of sexual activities with an abnormal amount of Slytherins. There was violence and harm against various people and creatures. A bloodied Kreacher??

He caught snippets of conversation from Madam Pomfrey and shadowy faceless professors.

“…don’t know how to treat the blood infection.”

“…any signs of insanity…be quiet, Severus!”

“…drugs???”

“…doubt he’ll be a threat, Severus!”

“…not be quarantined…not send him to St. Mungo’s!”

“…withdrawal…because of infusion with Muggle drugs…”

“…monitored closely…yes…by me…remind you that you were once my student as well, Severus??”

“…appreciate all you’ve done, Severus…not necessary for him to stay with you…”

“…Zabini…could’ve been killed…dangerous…”

“wasn’t his fault…”

“…can be released as early as tomorrow morning…”

At that bit of news, Harry pushed himself into complete consciousness. The brilliantly fire-red sunset was blazing through the windows. He blinked rapidly in the bright light.

“I can leave?” His voice sounded raspy and alien to him.

Madam Pomfrey bustled over and leaned over him, brushing her wand across his face and torso.

“Awake now, are we? You’ve been quite out of it, Mr. Potter. But yes, I will release you tomorrow. We’ve done all the healing that we can for now. The rest of the…psychological healing will come with time.” She attempted a smile.

Harry nodded slowly and winced when he tried to swallow. Bloody hell, was his throat dry.

“May I have some water, please?”

A hand holding a cup of water appeared next to the other side of his face and Harry jumped in surprise. He craned his neck around to see who offered the bit of drink.

Severus sat on the other side of his bed, watching him intently. Remus was standing behind Severus and was restlessly flexing his hands. He smiled when Harry looked at him.

“Harry, how’re feeling?” Remus moved closer to the bed and he chanced a glance at Severus, who was still holding the glass of water to Harry.

Harry hesitantly took the glass from Severus. “Thanks,” he mumbled. He looked at Remus. “Feel kind of numb. Tired. Kind of empty, too.”

Remus nodded and Severus frowned slightly. “Well, seeing as you shared your body with a demon for the last few months, that would make sense, don’t you think?”

Harry’s eyes widened in shock and he struggled to sit up. “Then it’s really gone then? I thought I had dreamed that. I…can’t tell how long it’s been. And some of the things I’ve seen…was that all real? Everything is so…fuzzy.” He blinked slowly as if trying to gather his thoughts. “Where’s Dra-?” Harry caught himself and he sneaked a look at Severus.

The potions master’s expression never changed.

Harry wondered if they knew about Draco. Wait…did he dream that Draco came and told him he was engaged? Harry frowned. Wait…did Snape threaten him with Azkaban if he didn’t leave Draco alone?

He looked at the potions master again. Severus’ lip curled in a small quirk. Harry instantly felt uneasy. Something was going on here, but he just couldn’t remember what exactly. He was spared having to think about it anymore by the arrival of Madam Pomfrey again.

“I’m going to have to ask you to let Mr. Potter get some more rest, Professors. I’ll be releasing him in the morning. He’ll be yours then.” The tone of her voice brokered no negotiation on this.

Remus nodded and leaned over to grab Harry’s hand. “I’ll see you in a couple of days, Harry. Bad timing, of course.” He jerked his head towards the window. Harry immediately understood.

Remus looked at Severus, who had yet to move from his place. He fixed Remus with an icy glance. “We’ll make do without you, Lupin.”

Remus made an irritated sound and he sighed heavily. “You know what, Severus? If we weren’t in the presence of a lady…” His eyes flashed with a dangerous glint of gold. “Insufferable bastard.” And without a backward glance, Remus stormed out of the hospital wing, almost knocking down a third year Ravenclaw girl who had just entered. Remus didn’t even look at her.

Harry tried to hide his shock. He’d never seen Remus act so…so rude before. He looked at Severus again, and even he seemed disconcerted by the man’s actions. Madam Pomfrey just huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. She glared at Severus.

“Professor Snape??” Her intent was clear.

Severus’ attempt to smile looked painful. “Of course, Madam. I’m on my way, albeit less theatrically then my colleague’s exit.” He bowed towards her and then looked at Harry.

“I’ll be seeing you…soon.” He swept from the room with no further words.

Harry fell back against the headboard. His head throbbed with the effort of trying to piece together what had happened to him over the last few weeks. Nothing seemed real and certain events were hazy and fogged up in his brain. He had images of sex with other people, Blaise Zabini being one of them. But something had happened to Blaise, something he couldn’t put his finger on. But it was bad, whatever it was.

There were even more disturbing images of Snape in his mind and he desperately wished that those things weren’t true. Snape had acted very odd the last time Harry remembered him in the hospital wing. And Snape’s unwavering stare spoke more disturbing vibes that sent chills down Harry’s spine.

Snape’s very implicit but unspoken threat the other night had gone unanswered by him. Madam Pomfrey had saved him from having to respond; as she had interfered just now and Harry was beginning to love that healer far more than was prudent. Snape had left in a swirl of his robes, identical to the exit he had just made again.

The idea that Snape might have wanted a repeat of that horrible night in his quarters made Harry cringe, with both revulsion and embarrassment. How could Snape want such a thing from him? It didn’t make any sense, unless Snape was going to delight in humiliating him or causing him pain.

At that thought, Harry’s eyes snapped open. Images of Snape repeatedly raping him until there was nothing left but a massively bleeding orifice careened through his mind and almost caused him to whimper in fear. Or worse. Snape could hand him over to a raucous group of Death Eaters or even Voldemort himself. Harry swallowed the lump that was stubbornly forming in his throat. Snape was a teacher, he reminded himself.

A teacher I raped.

No wonder he doesn’t want me anywhere near Draco.

Harry closed his eyes, the sudden pain stabbing his heart overwhelming. Draco was getting married and now Snape was forbidding him to even talk to him. It was either that or going to Azkaban. What kind of choice was that?

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Sleep was slow to come to Harry that night, even though he had taken another healing potion. He felt cold and his body was aching, but hadn’t complained to Madam Pomfrey for fear she wouldn’t release him the next morning. When his eyelids finally felt heavy, he clutched the two extra blankets he had swiped from the empty beds and pulled them close up to his neck, but it didn’t seem to be helping. He shivered and curled up and slowly drifted off.

Severus moved deftly out of the shadows and strode purposefully towards the partitioned section of the ward that had housed Harry for the last week. The meddlesome Poppy had finally adjourned for the night in her private quarters next the wing and would be alerted by house elf if something were wrong with one of her charges.

Severus stood over the sleeping young man, whose spiky black hair was the only thing visible from the covers. Severus lowered himself to sit beside Harry; his coal black eyes drinking in Harry’s shape, which shuddered ever so often. Severus reached out and ran his hand along the curve of Harry’s thigh.

The response was instantaneous. Harry jerked and his head popped up from underneath the covers. He smacked his hand against his thigh and froze when he felt fingers. With a strangled cry, he struggled to sit up, his eyes attempting to focus on the intrusive fingers. He swung his gaze up the arm the fingers were attached to and focused on Severus.

“P-Professor?” He blinked several times, trying to clear his head and focus.

“Quiet, Potter. Others are trying to sleep.”

“So was I!”

Severus quirked an eyebrow. “Five points for cheek. You’ll do well to remember who I am, Potter.”

Harry frowned and sat up completely. He groaned slightly at the ache in his body. “What are you doing here? Why did you wake me up?”

“There is a proposition on the table that you have not acknowledged. Believe me it is not in my nature to ask a second time. But in light of your recent convalescence, I have made an exception.” He waited expectantly.

Harry flushed and ran his hands nervously through his hair. “You want me to avoid Draco and that’s it? You’ll keep me out of Azkaban?”

Severus’ eyes seared holes in Harry’s face. “That is not all that was on the table.”

“Ummm…I don’t know what else you’d want from me, Professor.”

Severus cocked his head. “Really, Potter? I find that hard to believe, considering your…skill level.”

Harry blushed to the roots of his hair. So Severus was suggesting what he thought.

“Sir, please. I’m…beyond sorry for that. If I could take it back…I would. I didn’t mean to do that…to you. I-I violated…you. God, I’m…so sorry, Professor. You have to believe me!” Harry ran his hands through his hair and gave Severus a desperate look.

Severus watched Harry battle a variety of emotions. The look of fear that crossed Harry’s face jolted Severus. The prat thought he wanted to hurt him? Rape him, maybe? Severus narrowed his eyes in distaste.

“Potter, I can only imagine what droll and uncouth thoughts just went through that blockhead of yours, but I can assure you it’s not what you’re thinking.”

Harry shot him an incredulous glance. “I violated you, Professor. And you even Crucio’d me. I-I remember that. I know you hate me. I can’t imagine anything but you wanting to hurt me. I deserve it, though.” He stared down at his hands. “What I did was vile and monstrous. I hope that you can…forgive me one day.”

He looked into Severus’ eyes, trying to see what he would find. Compassion, pity, maybe forgiveness? He highly doubted it. He had never seen anything but contempt and scorn from the man.

He was shocked at what he saw.

Severus’ eyes glinted with barely restrained lust. Severus’ eyes were already black as coal, and though it seemed impossible they had actually grown darker. The man was vibrating with tension or anticipation as he hovered over the bed. Harry licked his lips nervously. He had not expected that at all.

The pink tongue that darted out to brush the full plump lips sent an electric jolt straight to Severus’ cock.

Oh, yes…his mind and libido cried out. Just one little taste, just one…please!

Severus was determined. He would hex the brat into submission if he had to. But he didn’t want to do that. He didn’t want to scare Potter off. The boy already looked terrified and Severus wanted to put him at ease.

Severus moved briskly and sat down in the chair next to Harry. He leaned forward and took Harry’s hand again. He felt him try to pull away, but Severus tightened his grip. “Potter, I’m not going to hurt you. I don’t…want to hurt you.”

Harry pursed his lips into a tight line. He looked down at Severus holding his hand in a death grip. The potions master growled in annoyance, but removed his hand from Harry’s.

“I demand an answer, Potter. Now.”

Harry swallowed thickly. Just what exactly was Snape wanting from him?

“Ummm…I don’t understand what it is that you want from me. I mean…what?”

Severus sneered and his eyes flashed dangerously. “Don’t play games with me, Potter. My patience is wearing thin.”

Harry eyed the older man warily. He knew he was pushing his luck, but he just couldn’t get wrapped around the idea that the man wanted to do…that with him.

“Sir, I just want to know exactly what it is that you’re asking. Just explain it to me…please?” He choked out the last word.

Severus’ jaw clenched in absolute fury. Why was he even bothering with such an insufferable brat like Potter? He should simply send him to Azkaban and rid himself of the most annoying and incorrigible progeny of the proverbial apple tree.

But then Harry gazed at him through those dark lashes and enthralling green eyes and Severus’ rising fury turned into something even more primal.

Without a word, Severus leaned forward and placed his hand behind Harry’s head and rapidly jerked the boy forward. Harry let out a squeal of surprise and was promptly cut off when Severus’ lips smacked against his own.

For an instant, the world turned on its head, as Severus Snape kissed Harry Potter in the hospital wing of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Harry was frozen in shock and the dull thudding in his brain was a rather poor attempt to yell at him that his most hated professor was kissing him. The Calming draught had kicked in nicely in order to subvert his rising panic.

Severus’ tongue pushed past Harry’s conveniently slack lips and explored the inside of Harry’s mouth. Harry hesitantly moved his tongue, more out of necessity than anything else, and that was all the encouragement Severus needed.

Severus pulled Harry closer to him with his one hand while the other deftly slid under the covers and began to massage the front of Harry’s manhood. Harry squirmed and broke the kiss as he reached out to push the intruding hand away.

“Stop!” he gasped as he twisted his head away from Severus’ hand. “What are you-“

The rest of Harry’s words never formed as Severus incanted a wordless and wandless, “Confundus”.

Severus smiled in satisfaction as he watched Harry’s eyes glaze over. Severus moved quickly as he pushed the covers away from Harry’s lower body. He smirked inwardly at the sight of Harry’s semi-hard erection. Severus reached inside Harry’s pajama bottoms and slowly worked the smooth flesh in his hands, reveling in the feel of him. He bit back a moan as Harry’s cock swelled and filled his hand.

A low groan emanated from Harry’s direction. Severus turned to look at him and his breath hitched. The young man was so striking. His plump pink lips hung slightly open, his eyes dazed in his confusion. His breathing was slow and methodical as Severus stroked him lightly, squeezing the mushroomed head gently.

Harry’s eyes fixed on Severus and perhaps it was from the intensity of Severus’ stare but Harry shuddered suddenly. Reality washed over him and he stiffened. This was wrong.

“P-Professor…we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Potter, we’ve already done this.” He did not lessen his movements but increased the speed of his stroking.

Harry moaned and then bit his lip. “Sir, please. Don’t do…that.”

“Don’t do what, Potter?” He smiled smugly when Harry arched into his touch.

Harry swallowed again and he struggled to focus on what he was trying to say. “That…what you’re doing with your hand. Don’t…do that.”

“OK, Potter.”

Harry barely registered what Severus had said, when the man’s warm mouth descended on him and began to suck him. Harry moaned and he fell back against on the headboard. Severus’ lips, tongue and hand were all working in unison and Harry was helpless against the onslaught. A combination of Calming Draughts, Pain Reducing potions, complete exhaustion from the ritual and plain teenage hormones sapped Harry of any possible resistance.

Despite his recent activities with his fellow students, none of them were as proficient as Snape. As much as Harry loved Draco’s attempts at this, what this man was doing was completely off the scale.

Severus had always loved the feel of cock in his mouth. The feel, the scent, the taste and his partner’s reaction to his efforts were immensely satisfying to him. The feel of Harry’s cock in his mouth felt so good and the boy’s moaning and whimpering excited him further. The hot skin, the scent of him and the taste of the slightly salty essence had Severus determinedly wanting to win the boy over to what he wanted.

Severus skillfully reached between Harry’s legs and gently squeezed Harry’s balls. Harry whimpered and shifted his hips by pushing up to allow better access. His face burned in shame.

Severus drew the head back into his throat and hummed against the glans. Harry cried out and his hands fluttered to Severus’ bowed head. He fisted his hands in the moist strands of hair. For one incredulous moment, Harry noticed that the hair actually wasn’t greasy at all.

Severus moved up and down the shaft and then swallowed him again. Harry’s frantic thrusting and panting only spurred Severus on and he knew Harry was close.

Severus gently pushed a finger inside the tight puckered hole while he continued to tease the head.

Harry gave a deep ragged groan and Severus felt the muscles tense. He quickly jerked his head away.

Harry whimpered desperately and his eyes flew open. His erection was full and rock hard, glistening with droplets of his seed and Severus’ ministrations. The buildup and pressure was right there in his groin and the torture of it not happening was painful. Harry reached to grab his cock to end his suffering. Severus smacked his hand away.

“Oh…God…please,” Harry whined.

Severus smiled at him and then let his breath ghost over the sensitive tip. Harry bit his lip and whined again.

“Tell me what you want, Potter.”

Harry tried again to touch himself but was thwarted. He stared desperately at Severus.

“Please…let me finish it.”

“No, not until you tell me. Do you want me to finish it for you?” He gave a quick lick to the tip. Harry moaned and grabbed Severus’ head, but the man ducked out of reach.

Harry shuddered again as Severus barely blew across the top. He wasn’t going to be able to keep this up much longer. He had to cum, it was driving him crazy.

“God, yes…don’t tease me.” Harry was holding the mattress in a death grip.

Severus smiled. He was going to make sure Harry forgot all about Draco.

He sucked the head into his mouth and expertly worked it with his tongue. He pushed two fingers into Harry’s tight passage and immediately found the prostate.

Harry arched and bucked his hips and his whole body ignited with white heat. He grabbed Severus’ head and desperately drove himself into the man’s throat. Severus didn’t even mind the painful grip that Harry had on his head and he eagerly nursed on Harry’s seed, swallowing the milky substance with relish. Harry fell back against the headboard, writhing in pleasure, his face contorted as he bit down hard on his lip to keep from shouting. As it was, his muffled cries were echoing on the cavernous walls.

Severus continued to suck the spurting cock until he was sure Harry was dry. He sat up, licking his lips with satisfaction as he looked down at his victim. Harry lay with his neck twisted at an odd angle, half cocked to the side. At some point he had let go of Severus and his hands were clinging to the both sides of the mattress with white-knuckled pressure. Harry’s eyes were shut tightly and he was gasping for air.

Harry couldn’t look at Severus. He couldn’t believe that Snape had wanted to do that or that he had actually allowed him to do it. What was wrong with him? He’d let his lover’s godfather suck him off! Snape! His teacher!! And he had writhed and moaned like a wanton whore. And had wanted it…begged him to finish it. His humiliation was overpowering and he felt tears sting the corners of his eyes.

As nausea churned in his stomach, he felt Severus move. He prayed the man would leave and not say anything but alas…he knew it wouldn’t happen like that and sure enough Severus’ silky voice was whispering into his ear.

“Don’t keep me waiting, Potter. I will expect to see you once you get out of here. And I will know if you have dealt with Draco.”

Harry shuddered as the whispered caress of Severus’ voice sped up and down his spine. He heard the rustling robes as Severus left the infirmary.

Harry and opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He reached down to pull up his pajama pants. He wasn’t even sticky. Snape had thoroughly “cleaned” him. Harry’s stomach clenched and he just barely managed to lean over the side of the bed before he vomited all over the floor. He retched so loud that a house-elf popped up next to his bed and silently Vanished the mess. Harry fell back against the headboard again, his face flushed and sweaty. His humiliation had reached a whole new high.

How had things got to this point? Snape was blackmailing him and now Draco was getting married, without so much as a word. And Harry didn’t feel right. Not at all. Madam Pomfrey had explained to him that he was going to have some residual effects from the dark creature and that they didn’t have a cure for the Vargulf blood infection. The way she looked at him it was like he could go insane any minute.

As if he wasn’t already insane. A demon running through his head for the last five months, whispering to him, guiding his actions. Raping his teacher…and almost killing his classmate.

He shivered as a chill moved through his bones. He pulled the blanket up around him and prayed for oblivion.

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Five days had passed since Draco Malfoy had blown up the Slytherin common room and hexed every student within a five feet radius. Although this was nothing new for the Malfoy heir, known for his fits of rage over the last six years, usually caused by “shall remain nameless in front of Draco” Gryffindor. What was different about this particular rage was Draco did it all wandless. His magic had simply raged out of control while his terrified housemates ducked behind furniture and fled down corridors to get out of the way.

Draco hadn’t had a fit like that in ages. His housemates hadn’t really seen him prior to the holiday break. It had become pretty obvious that Draco hadn’t been spending any time with Pansy, who was supposed to be his girlfriend. There was rampant speculation in Slytherin as to who had captured their Prince’s attention so completely.

So it had come as a complete surprise to many in Slytherin when Pansy Parkinson announced immediately after the holiday that she and Draco were getting married after graduation. She smugly showed the Malfoy bride ring to every female in Slytherin, including the first years, who all looked on in awe.

While Pansy played the smug but blushing bride, it must be noted that the bridegroom showed no such anticipation for his pending nuptials. In fact, Draco looked as if he’d rather snog the giant squid then be anywhere near Pansy.

For five days Draco had bristled with barely concealed rage and no one could figure out what had gotten him so riled up. He was in a right state. Finally, Theodore came up with the idea that Draco was upset because Blaise hadn’t returned to school and Draco was missing his friend. Whether anyone bought that story was questionable, especially since Zabini had become persona non-grata for daring to openly date the Muggle-born Thomas boy.

It was now the fifth night in a row that Draco stormed into the Slytherin common room. Even though it was late, several students were still milling around and playing games. Draco’s magic crackled and several pieces of a chess game flew across the room and shattered into pieces when they hit the wall. The third years cried out, but Draco’s look silenced them instantly. A number of tables rattled ominously.

Pansy was lounging on a sofa with Millicent and Daphne. She jumped up when Draco entered the room to go to him, but immediately stilled when she saw the look on his face. His eyes narrowed upon seeing her and Pansy felt a chill go through her. He stormed down the hallway towards his room.

Pansy sat back down on the sofa, looking chagrined. Draco had not spoke to her since Christmas, which had been more than two weeks ago. Millicent placed a sympathetic hand on her shoulder.

“Give him some time. He’s angry right now, but he’ll come around. He’s known that you were to get married since we were kids.”

Pansy slumped on the couch. “He hates me, Milli. He won’t even look at me. Why is this happening? Everything was so perfect and now…”

“He doesn’t hate you. He’s just…upset. You got his Mum involved. That’s got to be a major blow. Draco’s got a lot going on. He’ll change, you’ll see.”

“And what if he doesn’t? I’ll have a husband who hates the sight of me. I love him so much. Do you know how much that hurts? I’ve always loved Draco, I’ve never wanted anyone else. But he wants…” Pansy swallowed a sob.

“He’ll get over that. He knows that he can’t stay with…”

Pansy snorted. “Draco will try the impossible, just out of spite. I did this not just for me, but also for him. To save him from himself. This thing with…Potter…he’ll try to make it work. He’s being reckless because Lucius is in Azkaban. He’d never have done this if he were home.”

Millicent nodded. “I’m sure that’s true.”

Pansy ran fingers through her dark hair. “I don’t know what to do, Milli. How can I get him to love me again? I don’t want to turn out like Weasley. She’s a complete mess without Potter in her life. God, even I’m hoping that Potter goes back to her. It’s pathetic the way she has completely fallen apart.”

Millicent didn’t respond but she was thinking that Pansy didn’t have much room to talk about Ginny like that. Pansy had certainly stooped to some low levels to trap Draco into marrying her. And Pansy wasn’t looking the best herself these days. She looked terrible in fact, but Millicent had kept her mouth shut.

Millicent didn’t think that Draco looked good either. Oh, he was still gorgeous of course, but he looked tired and worn down. And the look on his face when he entered the room a few moments ago clearly indicated that he was going through some major drama. She could only guess that it had something to do with Potter mysterious absence from classes that whole week.

The entire school had been buzzing about both Potter and Blaise’s absence. A first year Hufflepuff spread the rumor that he saw Potter in the hospital wing, under heavy guard. No one knew why. Millicent hadn’t been able to pry any information out of Neville, who was completely mum about the whole subject. The rest of the Gryffindors looked despondent and sulky with the loss of their leader. Things had never looked so grim for the usually high spirited lot. It was a mystery indeed.

Draco slammed the door to his bedroom and immediately set the place alight with whirling objects. Cologne bottles exploded, clothes flew from the armoire and anything else that was not nailed down ended up smashed.

He flopped down on the bed panting. This was so frustrating!! He banged his fists on the plush comforter. It had been a week since that bloody stupid argument with Harry in the infirmary. He hadn’t been able to get back into the infirmary at all. Madam Pomfrey must have added some special wards to the place to keep everyone out who wasn’t a patient.

Draco knew that he should just forget about Harry. Move on with his life. Somehow deal with this Pansy mess and move as far away as he could from all of this. But every time the thought entered his mind, his throat would tighten and breathing became difficult. It was stupid, he knew. How could he have let one person consume his life so much? Harry had always consumed him, ever since first year. But what had now been hate had switched to an all-consuming love.

He had lost Harry for sure now. Harry would never deal with him knowing he was engaged to somebody else. And damn that Severus! He had placed all kinds of doubt in Harry’s head about his sincerity. Hell, now even he wasn’t sure that Harry had been serious about him! And now his godfather had been avoiding him all week. Draco had wanted to confront him about the things he had said to Harry.

A knocking at the door brought him out of his reverie.

“Go the bloody hell away!!”

The knocking continued. Snarling, Draco jumped from the bed. Whoever this was, they were going to be hexed from here to Sunday!

Draco jerked the door opened. “Are you deaf?? I said, go away!”

Draco found himself looking into Blaise’s eyes. “Well, I’m deaf now.” Blaise stuck his finger in his ear and gave Draco a sheepish smile.

All traces of Draco’s anger melted away at the sight of his friend. “Blaise! Get in here!” He pulled the boy into his room and shut the door. “How are you? When did you get here?”

Blaise looked around the room for a moment, trying to find somewhere to sit down. Most of the furniture had been upended. Draco quickly righted an armchair and Blaise sat down.

“Got back early evening. Mum told me that you and Pansy came by at St. Mungo’s during hols. I guess I was kind of out of it.”

Draco nodded. “Are you OK, now? I mean…what happened?”

Blaise shrugged. “Not really sure what happened. Had some sort of major magic drain, the Healer said. Found drugs in my system. Mum went nutters over that one. They said I OD’d. She almost pulled me out of Hogwarts to send me to some rehab place. I practically had to make an Unbreakable Vow with her to promise I wouldn’t ever do that again.”

Draco snorted. “Yeah, well at least you didn’t have to get married to stay out of rehab.”

Blaise smirked. “I heard. I guess congratulations are in order.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Don’t even think about it. As soon as I can work this all out, that’s over. I’m not marrying her.”

Blaise grinned. “Yeah, whatever. Like Pansy is actually going to let you go now that the ring is on her finger. You’re as good as married my friend. Mum says that’s the battle right there. Get the ring on.”

Draco repressed a shudder. “Yeah, well I guess she would know.”

Blaise jerked his head up. “What was that?”

Draco frowned and then sat down on the bed. “Nothing, just forget it. I don’t want to talk about Pansy anyway.”

Blaise nodded solemnly. “I’m glad to be back. I hated being at St. Mungo’s. Then Mum took me to the villa in Italy so I could finish recovering there. All that nice sunshine and whatnot. I’m feeling good now.”

Draco eyed the bronze man’s skin. He did look much healthier and better the last time he’d seen him. He was in a Stasis Charm bubble with all kinds of spells going on around him.

“Blaise? Do you remember what happened? Anything at all?”

Blaise frowned. “It’s a bit hazy. I just remember being at your house and fighting with you, about Harry. And then you left and we started having the most amazing sex…fuck…it was mind-blowing. And then there was this pain. It was torture, like the Cruciatus and then nothing. I woke up and they said I had been in St. Mungo’s for a week.”

Draco looked alarmed. “Did you tell anyone that? That Harry was there?”

Blaise tilted his head. “No, I didn’t. I mean, who would’ve believed that anyway. Me and Harry Potter, fucking in your bed at Malfoy Manor? They would have had me committed. I told my Mum though.”

Draco stiffened. “You told her? What did she say? Fuck, Blaise! She may tell my Mum!”

Blaise looked down at his fingernails. “Look, sorry alright? Things were pretty crucial for a while, ya know? I thought I was going to die or something. I just wanted her to know some things, that’s all. She was kind of upset, mostly scared that the Dark Lord would find out that I fancy the ‘Boy-Who-Lived’. She was also mad that I had cheated on Dean. She kind of liked him, even though he was Muggle-born.”

Draco hardly heard a word that Blaise had spoken. His mind was fixated on Demonia Zabini telling his mother about Harry being in the Manor. This still may turn out to be a disaster anyway.

“Blaise! Are you sure she won’t tell my Mum? I can’t risk her finding out about that.”

Blaise looked hard at Draco. “I don’t think she will. Besides, she’s got a new husband. She’s not really thinking about anything else but spending his money. But look, I’ll talk to you later. I’m going to Gryffindor Tower.” He stood up.

“Why?”

He smirked. “I want to talk to Dean. He’ll want to know I’m back. Have you seen him? Mum wouldn’t let me do anything but lay around at the villa. No disturbances.”

Draco nodded. “I’m sure he will. He hasn’t been looking too hot these days. None of the Gryffindors are.”

“Really? Why?”

“Oh, Potter has been in the hospital wing. They’re hushing it all up, of course.” Draco looked down when he said it.

Blaise looked thoughtful for a moment and then said, “He was probably trying to save the world again. He does do that a lot. Save everybody. Look, I’m sorry for how I jumped to conclusions at your house. But you had to see how that looked from my point of view. Harry’s in your bed with your pajamas on, I mean…come on. You would have jumped to the same thing. But it’s good that you and he put aside your differences. I can’t even imagine how that could’ve happened! And you didn’t even tell me! You are the master Slytherin, Draco.”

He headed for the door and Draco’s stomach churned with anxiety and want. Should he? Maybe he could find out some information on Harry from one of the Gryffindors.

“Blaise, wait!”

Blaise looked back at him.

“I’m coming with you.”

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Severus sped down to the dungeons. His erection was screaming for release and he intended to take care of it as soon as he was in his chambers. The sight of Potter coming had excited the older man to a level that he hadn’t experienced before.

He knew it was wrong. A sexual relationship with a student, even one that was of age, was prohibited. Severus wasn’t sure what had come over him that he was willing to set aside his career for this, but for some reason, he just didn’t care.

He hurriedly moved to unlock his chamber door when he was roughly pushed against the hard castle walls. A hand tightened around his neck.

Severus gasped and his eyes widened in shock and fury.

“Lupin! What the hell are you doing?”

Remus growled softly and pressed hard against the slightly taller man.

“Where’ve you been, Severus? It’s kind of late to be wandering the corridors.”

Severus twisted and reached up to shove the man’s hand away from him, but Remus only held on tighter. Severus was unnerved by the strength the thin man was exuding. His mind raced to calculate when the full moon was.

“I’m not a student, Lupin. I’m free to wander wherever I want. I certainly don’t need your permission. Now kindly release me.” He realized that the full moon was the very next night. Lupin was extremely aggressive now.

Remus’ eyes had a feral look about them. He leaned in closer to Severus and ran his nose across his cheek. He pulled back, his eyes darkening in anger.

“You smell of him. You have been with him, then?”

Severus swallowed and quickly covered his momentary lapse. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Remus growled again and slammed Severus’ head against the castle wall again. Severus bit his lip and fought against the pain that crashed into his head. He struggled to focus.

“Don’t lie to me, Severus! I can smell his essence on you. I smell your lust…your desire.” He reached down and roughly grabbed Severus’ erection, making the older Slytherin grunt in response.

Severus pushed against Remus suddenly, catching the other man off-guard for a moment. He hastily grabbed his wand and shoved it in Remus’ face.

“I would suggest that you return to your cage immediately, Lupin, lest a nasty accident happen to you down here in these dungeons. Don’t ever touch me again.”

Remus laughed softly and then with a speed that Severus wouldn’t have thought possible of someone their age, Remus snatched Severus’ wand out of his hand and jammed him up against the wall again.

“That’s not very nice, Severus. I think I’ve been nothing but nice to you, haven’t I? All of these years and you haven’t played nice at all. And now you’re not playing nice by Harry.” Remus nuzzled against Severus’ neck and slowly licked the skin below his earlobe.

Severus gasped and a groan escaped his mouth. His erection strained hard against his robes, already aroused beyond belief from the earlier activities. Remus growled again and bit down hard on Severus’ neck. The potions master cried out in mixed pain and pleasure and his knees buckled. Remus sucked the hot skin, which was now bruised and bleeding. Severus moaned softly, the bite somehow rendering him pliant and unresisting. Remus tugged Severus toward the door, not releasing his grip on the man’s neck. Severus staggered towards Remus, his hands coming up to grip his shoulders.

They tumbled into the room and Remus waved the door closed with the wand and then tossed it to the floor, his hold on Severus never loosening. He dragged Severus to the couch and let him drop there, like a dog drops his favorite chew toy. Severus blinked dazedly, his skin hot and flushed and his cock screaming for attention. His eyes rested on Lupin, who hovered over him with a dangerous glint in his eye and wicked grin on his face.

Severus bolted.

Or at least he tried to bolt.

“Accio wand!” The slim piece of wood flew from the floor and towards his outstretched hand. His eyes widened in dismay when Remus calmly batted the wand away with his hand and it flew across the room, skittering under a large book case.

“I see you still want to play rough, Severus. As you wish.”

Severus jumped up and was immediately grabbed by Lupin, who tore at his robes. The black cloth split easily, buttons flying in every direction. Remus tugged at the now open material, revealing the pale, but heavily muscled chest. Severus gasped when Remus lunged at him, and sucked a nipple into his mouth. He tried to push the man away from his sensitive flesh, but his hands weren’t cooperating. Neither was his body. His cock throbbed painfully and his breathing had picked up significantly.

Remus sucked the hardened bud hungrily and Severus moaned again. His hands moved quickly to the front of Severus’ trousers and he grabbed his thick manhood through the material. Severus’ hips bucked and Remus let go of his nipple. In one swift move, he tore at the trousers until the ties gave way and they pooled at Severus’ feet. Remus cupped him again, stroking hard and Severus latched onto Remus’ upper arms, trying to steady himself.

Remus grinned and Severus stared back at him with pure loathing.

Remus snarled at the look and he roughly spun him around, almost tripping him as his feet got twisted in the pants. Remus shoved Severus head first into the couch, not caring how he landed. Severus struggled to push himself upright and he hissed angrily at the treatment.

“Fuck you, Lupin!!”

Remus laughed and dropped behind Severus. He pushed Severus hard against the couch and ran his finger nails down Severus’ back, causing the other man to twist away from the stinging stimulant. Remus lowered himself further and roughly spread Severus’ arse cheeks apart and pressed his nose deep into the cavity, sniffing. Severus bucked in shock and he struggled to pull away from Remus, but Remus’ grip on him was ironclad. He continued scenting his mate and slowly began caressing the puckered pink flesh with his tongue.

Severus gripped the couch pillows tightly and fought back a howl. What the hell was he doing? Remus Lupin was licking his arse hole! Was this anymore unreal then being fucked by Potter or him giving the boy a blowjob less than an hour ago? But those thoughts rapidly disappeared when Remus’ tongue breeched his tight muscle. Severus whimpered pathetically and he shamelessly worked his hole against the forceful tongue.

Remus growled and began fucking him in earnest with his tongue. Severus sucked in his breath and fought to keep himself in check, but it was feeling so good and no one had ever done this to him before. He pressed back further, writhing against Remus when suddenly Remus pulled away with a sloppy wet sound.

Severus tried to not to mourn the loss. He felt himself start to flush with embarrassment at being so wanton and allowing Lupin to do this to him. Anger began to course through him.

He had little time to let his anger grow, before a much larger intruder was at the backdoor.

His eyes flew open when Remus covered his back with his body and bit down hard on his shoulder. He jerked in reflex and hissed at the pain. Again, he felt lightheaded and relaxed and he felt the breech of Remus’ cock plunge into his body. Severus hissed again, as the pain and pleasure twisted perfectly throughout his nerve endings.

Remus pulled out slow, tightened his grip on Severus and slammed back into him.

It was a nasty, ugly fuck. Severus’ face was pressed deeply into the couch and he moaned against the plush coverings. The punishment that Remus was doling out into his hole was brutal, but Severus didn’t even care. Not even Potter had taken something from him quite like this. Severus normally was not a bottom, but he had done it before, particularly during his early Death Eater days. Those fuckings had been pure hell and pain, but this was different.

Remus had simply taken what he wanted, just like Potter had. He hated to admit it, but it excited him more than anything else ever had.

Severus pushed back against Remus, straining and pumping, his balls tightening with each thrust. Remus’ hands were on his shoulders, driving hard and the sweat of their efforts pooled on both the furniture and each other.

Severus’ cock was pressed against the couch and each time Remus slammed into him, it rubbed deliciously against the fabric. It wasn’t long before the familiar tightening hit his groin and soon he was grunting his release. His vision darkened and he lolled against the couch, his cock spurting his seed between the cushions.

He felt Lupin’s hands tighten painfully on his shoulders and soon he was growling in a low, feral voice, his hips straining hard against Severus’s sweaty back. Severus felt the pulsing cock deep inside of him and he stifled another groan. He wouldn’t give Lupin the satisfaction.

Remus panted and he pulled out from Severus with a plopping sound. His spent member was still semi-hard and he ran his hands over it, watching Severus with slitted eyes. He stood up.

“Turn over, Severus.”

Severus looked around him and saw Lupin standing behind him, stroking his cock. He pushed himself up and grimaced at the ache and the feeling of semen running down his buttocks. He sat on the edge of the couch and ran a hand through his hair. He eyed the werewolf warily.

“I think we’re done for the night.”

Remus cocked his head to the side. “Mmmmm…I don’t think so.” He moved closer to Severus, who was now looking at Remus’ cock like it was some sort of dangerous creature.

“No.”

“You still want it rough, eh?”

“I said no, Lupin!”

“Did he tell you no, Severus? Did you listen to him?” His amber eyes glinted maliciously.

Severus gazed back evenly. “He didn’t.”

Remus hissed and he grabbed Severus by the throat, pushing him back into the couch again. He brought his face close to his and snarled, “He’s not for you.”

“He’s of age.”

“He didn’t know what he was doing. He wasn’t himself then. It’s not right!”

“And this was? Pray tell how this was any different.”

Remus stiffened, but then relaxed his hold on Severus’ neck. He brought his lips into contact with Severus’ mouth. He gently kissed him, but Severus held his lips stubbornly tight. Remus growled and bit Severus’ lip angrily. Severus pushed Remus away and put his hand to his bloody lip.

“Animal…” he hissed.

Remus pulled away from Severus and stood up. He looked at Severus who watched him with a deadpan expression. Remus quickly put on his clothes and pulled his wand. He cast a cleaning spell on himself and then looked at Severus.

“It’ll take much more than that to get the stink off of me, Lupin.”

Remus clenched his fist, but didn’t say anything more. He turned and left the room.

Severus watched him go and then he slowly got up. He retrieved his wand and called a house-elf to remove the couch coverings and bring new ones. He then went to take the hottest shower he could stand.

When he finally drifted into a restless sleep, green eyes filled his head.

Mixed with amber.

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Harry quietly crept out of the hospital wing. He couldn’t take that place another second. Besides, if he were released in the morning, he would most likely run into his entire House, even though it was Saturday morning. He wasn’t ready to deal with any of them right now. It was two in the morning and it was most likely that the common room would be empty.

He had just arrived at the Fat Lady’s portrait and was about to give the password, when he realized he didn’t even know what it was. He sighed and tried the last one he remembered, which was more than a month ago. He was not surprised when the Fat Lady just looked at him impatiently.

“Harry?”

Harry turned and saw Blaise walking up towards him. A sudden image flashed through his head at the sight of the other boy and he raised his hand to his head, feeling lightheaded.

“Hey! Are you OK?” Blaise hurried to Harry’s side as he swooned on his feet. He gripped the frame of the painting quickly. “Draco said you are supposed to be in the hospital wing.”

Harry blushed and looked at Blaise. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just got a bit dizzy that’s all. What are you doing here?”

“The same could be asked of you, Potter. You’re not supposed to be out of bed, are you?”

Harry started at the sound of the painfully familiar drawl. He looked around Blaise and saw Draco leaning against the wall, staring at Harry with a scowl.

Harry frowned and then straightened up. He wasn’t going to let Draco get to him, not again. Thoughts of Snape’s threat loomed in his mind.

“I was going to be released in the morning anyway. I just decided to leave earlier.”

Blaise looked concern as he took in Harry’s pale features and dark circles under his eyes. “Are you sure about that, Harry? You don’t look so good.”

Out of the corner of Harry’s eye, he saw Draco stand up and slowly walk towards them. “Potter never listens to anybody, do you? He probably broke out.”

Harry backed away from the two Slytherins. “I told you, I’m fine. You still didn’t answer my question. Why are you here?”

Blaise looked hurt. “I came to see you, Harry. I just got back tonight. I’ve been in Italy with my mother after I got sick.” He didn’t see the startled look that Draco gave him.

Harry stiffened and guilt washed over him. “Oh, Blaise! I’m sorry, for all of that. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You’re OK, right?”

Blaise smiled. “Yeah, I’m good. Look, don’t blame yourself for that. It was some sort of magic drain because of the drugs I took. I didn’t tell them where I got it though. And I didn’t tell them I was with you. I didn’t want you to get in trouble.”

Somehow Harry doubted that was what happened, but he didn’t argue. “Er..thanks, Blaise. I’m just glad that you’re OK. I guess you want to see Dean? I’m sure he’ll be glad to see you.”

Blaise shook his head and Draco swung to look at him again. “Actually, Harry. I really want to talk to you. I want to continue where we left off. I’m going to break it off with Dean.”

Both Harry and Draco had identical looks of shock on their faces.

Harry shook his head but before he could speak, Draco beat him to it. “Why the fuck would you do that, Blaise?”

Blaise turned and stared at Draco. “Because I want to, that’s why. Since when do I have to run things by you? I hope we don’t go through this again. Is that why you came up here with me, to lecture me?” He rolled his eyes and turned back to Harry. “Harry?”

“Blaise, Dean is my friend. I couldn’t do that to him. He would never forgive me!”

“You weren’t saying that at Draco’s house now were you?”

Harry blushed scarlet. “Look, I can’t really talk about that now. I mean, things were kind of crazy back then. Don’t break up with Dean.”

Blaise’s eyes sparked with anger. “Oh…so you just fucked me and now you’re dumping me?”

“Blaise, no! It’s not like that. I mean…god, don’t take it like that. I don’t want to hurt Dean. You know that.”

“That didn’t stop you before.”

Harry sighed and Draco smirked. Harry gritted his teeth and turned away from him. It was too painful to look at him right now.

“Come on, Blaise. Let’s go. Potter obviously just uses people to get what he wants.” A flash of pain crossed his face, but he quickly covered it.

At this Harry’s head snapped up. “You know what, Malfoy. Fuck off! You know a bit about lies, don’t you?”

Draco whipped around and narrowed his eyes. “At least I’m not screwing my friend’s boyfriend, Potter!”

“No, you just steal them from under their noses, that’s all. And then go and have secret engagements and lie about it and how you feel!”

“I didn’t have a secret engagement! There wasn’t any time to tell, that’s all! And I never lied about how I felt. I’ll leave that up to you and you’re fucking demon!”

Blaise was looking at the two of them with growing anger. What the hell were they yelling about?

Harry balled his fists. “Just shut up about that, Malfoy! I said I was sorry, OK?”

Suddenly the portrait flew open and Colin Creevy’s head popped out of the hole. His eyes widened when he saw Harry.

“HARRRRYYYYYY!!”

Harry winced at the shout.

“It’s Harry, everybody! He’s out here with Malfoy and Zabini. They were the ones shouting.”

Harry groaned when he saw several heads appear around the corner of his common room. Dean moved forward and stepped out into the hall. He smiled when he saw Blaise.

“Blaise! You’re back! Why were you out here shouting?” He moved to give his boyfriend a hug. Blaise pulled away from him and Dean looked confused. “What’s wrong, Blaise?”

Blaise nodded at Harry. “Ask him.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Dean looked at Harry. “What? What’s going on?”

Harry looked desperately at Blaise and then back to Dean. “Dean, nothing OK. It’s a complicated thing that’s happening and people don’t know all the facts. Just…look…I’ll talk to you later about it. I just can’t do this right now.”

Dean frowned and turned back to his boyfriend. “Blaise? Is this about Malfoy and Harry? I know about that if it is.”

At this, Blaise puffed up and looked at Draco, who suddenly looked like he wanted to be anywhere but right there. “What’s he talking about Draco?”

Draco shot daggers at Dean, who stared back defiantly. “Nothing, Blaise. I’m going back to Slytherin. You have fun in this tower of hell if you want.” He stormed off, but not before sending a glance at Harry that could’ve meant anything and left the group to stare at his retreating back.

Harry didn’t wait around to see anymore and he hurriedly entered the common room, only to be waylaid by several of his housemates, all clamoring loudly at his midnight hour return.

He was just about to lose his mind and scream at all of them to shut up, when another voice called from the vicinity of the fireplace.

“Oi!! What’s all this ruckus…? Shut up!!”

Ron’s ginger head appeared over the back of the couch. He clutched a bottle of Firewhiskey. He struggled into a sitting position and glared at his housemates.

“A bloke’s trying to get some sleep, yeah? Go to bed!”

Colin said excitedly, “But Harry’s back! He’s back!”

At this Ron finally noticed Harry standing off to the side. His eyes narrowed.

“Yeah…so it would seem.”

“HARRRYYYYYY!!!” Hermione flew from the top of the steps and ran up to him. She threw her arms around him. Ginny was right behind her. “Harry? Are you OK?”

Harry’s gaze rested on her face. “I’m tired. I just want to go to bed.”

Hermione quirked an eyebrow. “Did Madam Pomfrey let you leave? It’s the middle of the night.”

Harry shrugged. “I didn’t want to stay there anymore. I just want to be in my own bed.”

“You just left? Harry! Do you know how dangerous that is? You need to go back. What if…” Hermione looked around the room at all the eager faces staring at them. She lowered her voice. “What if you need more…time?”

Ginny pushed her way into Harry’s face. “Who cares as long as he’s back! Oh, Harry. I missed you so much!” She grabbed him into bear hug and attempted to kiss his lips.

“Gi-nn, Ginnyyy…” Harry tried to pull away from her, but she held him tight. “Let go of me!!” He pushed her away angrily and Ginny stumbled a bit. She straightened her nightshirt and glared at him.

“What’s wrong with you, Harry?” She moved closer to him and he back-pedaled away.

“Leave him alone, Ginny!” Hermione said.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Hermione!”

Ron managed to pull himself off the couch and stagger over to them. “Yeah, Ginny, do as Hermione says. Leave him alone. He doesn’t like girls anyway. He’s likes them long and stiff apparently.”

Hermione looked aghast and Ginny glared at her brother. “Shut up, Ron! You’ve been saying that crap for days now. I don’t believe you!” Ginny shouted.

Ron turned up the bottle and drank straight from it, letting most of it slosh onto his clothes. Ginny tried to take the bottle, but Ron snatched it away from her and then pointed his finger at Harry.

“You’re Harrrrry Potttttter, right? He’s my best…mate. But you know…he lied to me. And he used my sister…and he’s been shagging a fucking Slytherin…Malfoy!! He’s a pouf…and he didn’t even tell me! And he’s been possessed by a demon all year…and I didn’t even know! I didn’t even see it.”

“Leave him alone, Ron. He’s been through enough.” Hermione whispered.

Ron turned furious blue eyes at her and he snarled, “Don’t talk to me, Hermione! I can’t believe what you did with Seamus. I…”

“Ron,” Harry said, “I didn’t use Ginny…I’m sorry about hurting her, but I didn’t use her.”

“So you admit to shagging Malfoy, Harry? That dirty, fucking Malfoy! His dad tried to kill you and Ginny with that stupid diary and at the Ministry. Bellatrix killed Sirius, your own godfather! He’s tried to get us expelled and told all those stories to Rita Skeeter! And you’ve been shagging him!!”

Harry stared at Ron as the entire common room went deathly quiet.

“How could you, Harry?? Why? Malfoy?? And the things you said and did…how could you say those things?” The hurt that was on Ron’s face broke Harry’s heart.

Hermione grabbed Ron’s arm. “Ron! You know Harry wasn’t himself. He didn’t mean to say or do those things! Why are you bringing this up now, in front of everyone? Harry’s your friend!”

Ron jerked his arm away from Hermione. “Is he, Hermione?? He hasn’t been talking to me at all this year, hiding things, doing things with Malfoy. That’s not my best mate! I don’t know who that is, but that’s not the person I’ve known for the last seven years!”

Harry didn’t say anything and he looked around the common room. Those who were left were looking at the scene in horror. Colin’s eyes were wide as saucers as he stared at Harry.

“H-Harry, is that true?” Colin whispered fearfully. “You like…Malfoy?”

Ginny huffed impatiently. “Of course he doesn’t! Ron’s drunk as you all can see! He doesn’t like Malfoy! Tell them, Harry!”

Harry felt sick and the thudding in his brain was growing to a proportion that was starting to scare him. His magic felt weird…coursing through him in crazy rolling waves. He closed his eyes.

A commotion at the front entrance caught everyone’s attention. Harry turned to see Dean pushing his way into the common room. He spotted Harry and marched right up to him.

“Harry! Tell me it’s not true! Tell me that you didn’t shag my boyfriend!!”

Ron spluttered on his drink again. “Zabini?? The-Zabini-you-kissed-by-the-lake, that Zabini?”

Harry felt the rolling waves building inside of him. Lights were flashing on and off in his mind and the room tilted. He stared back at Dean, whose angry face changed to one of surprise at he looked back at Harry.

“Answer me, Harry! Did you shag Blaise?!”

Harry started to laugh, a long low drawling sort of sound that began rising in pitch. Dean fell back some and Hermione looked on nervously. Ron swayed on his feet, while Ginny gaped open-mouthed at Harry’s maniacal laughter.

Dean shouted, “What’s so funny? You think it’s funny, Harry? I thought you were my friend!” He ran forward and shoved Harry hard.

Something snapped in Harry. He didn’t know what, but all of sudden he had grabbed Dean and had slammed him into the window…through the window. And Dean was clinging to his outstretched hand and he was yelling and Harry was laughing away because he had climbed up onto the ledge with Dean. Somewhere in his mind he could hear the screams of his housemates….Hermione and Ginny and some of the other girls….maybe Colin.

And then someone was pulling him and Dean back into the common room and Dean’s face was white as chalk and for a black boy that was pretty amazing. And Harry kept laughing because for some reason he couldn’t stop. And he didn’t stop until Ron hit him hard with that stupid bottle and it hurt like hell and Harry looked at him.

“Ron, why did you do that?”

And then he hit the floor with a resounding thud.