Caught!

Disclaimer & Author's Notes: None of the characters, spells, etc are mine, im just making up the situation and playin' w/ it. Sorry if this chapter isn't working, i'm trying to fix it. there is definately text here when i add it and go to edit it, so.... >.>
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DRACO’S POV
Argh! I can’t believe I ran away AGAIN! This better not become a habit. And to make things worse, I’m going to have to see those two in Potions!
But before that, there was a little something that needed taking care of.
I ran into the nearest abandoned room, locked the door, cast a silencing charm, and dropped my pants.
Teasing myself, i ran my hands up across my chest and stomach. One hand continued up to toy with a hardened nipple, while the other made a slow decent towards my aching cock. Fingers pausing at the nearly invisible patch of golden pubic hair to tug and pull caused my breath to hitch. After my hand finished its decent down my body and finally reaching my legnth, I ran my fingers delicately up the sides, with feather light touches, imagining that it was Harry teasing me.
Sliding my thumb up to the head, I ran it over the slit and smoothed the precum around it, then up and down the rest of the my hard prick.
Sighing, I wrapped my hand around my cock, and began to pump.
While stroking my dick, I began to wonder what Harry’s mouth would feel like around me. Hot, wet, with soft lips, a powerful tongue...
My eyes closed on their own accord, and I began to imagine his head bobbing and working at my cock.
And he’d look up every now and then to catch my eyes.
The thought of those deep green eyes staring into my own while he sucked me off brought me, muscles spasming, moaning his name. My cum covered my hand and sprayed a pattern on the dusty floor in front of me.
After letting myself fall to the ground, I sat trembling in the after glow; the images of his tall and tanned body, unruly head of black hair, full lips, and gorgeous eyes flowing through my mind.
I could still feel where his body and mine touched earlier in the day, and reveled in the feeling. I had never touched so much of him at one time. I wanted to feel it again, to feel so much more of him, but I knew that he would never allow that.
Sighing, I looked at my watch.
Then jumped up, grabbed my wand to cast a quick cleasning spell, re-fastened my pants, picked up the rest of my things, and booked out of the room.
I had two minutes to get to potions.

I barely made it to class, Snape walking in just as I sat down.
During the class, I could hear the Golden Trio’s giggles and snickers, and would catch them staring every now and then.
Even though Snape began taking points off, generally five at a time for Granger and Weasel, ten for Harry, they didn’t stop.
“What’s so bloody funny?” whispered Goyle, throwing glances at me. “They’ve been going on like that since you walked in.”
“Don’t worry about it. You don’t want to overload your brain thinking about them AND potions.”
He only shrugged.
By the halfway point of the class, just about everyone in a 3 person radius around them was staring and laughing too. Stupid Weasel was probably telling everyone.
Ah. There he goes telling Seamus Finnigan. Just my luck.
“MALFOY RAN AWAY FROM HARRY AND HERMIONE?!” the Irishman shrieked as he stood, upsetting his chair.
At that point, Snape slammed his hands down on his desk.
“Fifty points from Gryffindor and detention with me every Friday for a month, Finnegan,” he growled, but that didn’t stop the boy from his outburst.
“What did he become over the summer? Some kind of pansy?! I always thought he looked girly, but at least his attitude proved he was a guy!”
Nearly the entire class erupted in laughter. Even Crabbe and Goyle added their guffaws until I sharply elbowed them in the sides a few times. The only people I noticed not laughing were Harry, Pansy, and Snape, who was too busy dragging a howling Finnegan out the classroom door.


HARRY’S POV
I couldn’t help but feel bad for Malfoy. While everyone was laughing at him, in front of him, he practically disappeared between his two goons. And when class was over, he was the first person out of the door.
“Did you see his face?!” Ron cackled as he threw himself onto the sofa in the Gryffindor common room. Hermione perched herself on the other end, while I took up the plumpest chair in the room. “That was PRICELESS! He looked like he was about to cry!”
“Don’t you think we got a bit carried away?”
Ron stared at me, jaw hanging. If he were a cartoon, it would be at his feet.
“Mate… carried away? CARRIED AWAY!? This is the ferret, we’re talking about right? The kid who has tortured us, YOU, nearly everyday for six years! He deserves to feel some humiliation, right ‘mione?”
The girl merely looked at him, and opened her book.
“’mione, you’ve got to be kidding me! He’s always calling you filthy names!”
Great. Now he had entered “Weasley hysteric mode,” where his face and ears turn all red, and the octave of his voice goes up a notch. Or two, or three depending on how hysterical he is.
She let out an exasperated sigh.
“It was hysterical then, but now I regret it.”
She shook her head as we both stared at her.
“Now it’s going to take me even longer for me to get him to admit that he likes the person I think he does.” Her face twisted into a pout.
Oh. Of course. When it all boils down to it, any obstacle that pops up in the pursuit of knowledge had always been a big issue for Hermione. When the obstacle is her, or something she did, she becomes depressed and will try to do anything to fix it.
“I suppose I shall have to apologize profusely tomorrow.”
“A-a-a-apoligize?! To MALFOY!? HAVE YOU GONE LOONY!? He’s the nastiest, evil, self-absorbed, git that-”
“-has become better this past year,” I finished.
Ron eyes were so wide they looked like they would fall out of his skull any second.
“Look, Ron, you have to admit, he, for some reason beyond all of us, has actually been not that bad this year. I haven’t punched him once, there were no spells flung at you, and he hasn’t called ‘mione anything nasty-“
“-to my face.”
“-to her face. In fact, it’s almost like he’s been avoiding us lately.”
“Especially after the first two months of school,” Hermione added, over her book.
“But… but maybe he’s plotting something! You know, get us all comfortable and safe feeling, then attack us!”
“Well we just won’t let ourselves feel safe around him, alright? I just… want to apologize, you know? Even though he’s done nasty things to us, he’s never really purposely humiliated us in front of all our friends.” Ron eyed me carefully.
“But the slugs-“
“-was your own spell.” He glowered, and looked away. “Come on, Ron. He was turned into a ferret! By a person who was supposed to be a teacher! In front of most of the school! And now this? Don’t you feel a bit bad?”
After a few moments of hilarious facial expressions on Ron’s part, we all agreed to apologize to Malfoy.
I just hope he doesn’t end up gloating about this.