Prank Wars

Disclaimer: I don\'t own any of this, and I\'m not making money off of this.

Warnings: Language, language, and even maybe a little more language.

A/N: Thanks to everyone for all the encouraging or funny reviews. I love them all and they inspire me to keep going. What to do for chapter five… I know what’s going to happen in chapter six, but what to do for chapter five??? I got it. Let’s have some fun in potions class. Hehehe.

Oh, and quick recap. Harry got a quick b.j. from Draco on the Quidditch pitch, and now Draco is his slave. Next morning Harry made Draco give him a neck massage in front of the entire Great Hall. That is were we pick up here. Enjoy!

“And what in Merlin’s name was that about?!” Blaise shot out after Draco sat down at the Slytherin table and pulled a plate of biscuits to him.

The blond just smiled as he reached for the gravy. “Don’t worry yourself. Though the plan isn’t going as intended, it is still going. I will be able to make him fall for me faster than I originally thought.”

“What has happened?” Pansy asked before she put on pink lip-gloss and puckered her puffy lips into a small mirror.

He drowsed the gravy over the biscuits and began to cut them into pieces. He stopped to look at her, and gave a Malfoy grin. “Surprisingly, Potter made me his bitch. I’m now his sex slave; his boy toy to use when he wants, or so he thinks that.”

“And how could this possibly advance our little plot?” Blaise inquired with a raised eyebrow.

“Because, he finds me attractive and wants to become intimate. It will be easy to make him fall in love with me. I can see it already. He is trying hard to play the dominate and heartless role, but deep down he is more compassionate and caring than anyone I’ve seen. It will be so sweet to crush that heart. Sweeter than any I’ve ever broken,” Draco said after swallowing a small bite.

Pansy smiled. “How cruel,” she said with the utmost amusement after just finishing with her jade-colored eye shadow.

“Indeed,” Blaise said with the same amount of delight.

Draco looked towards the Gryffindor table, and beamed at his new partner. ‘It will only be a matter of time, Potter. I will have your heart, I will smash it in front of your face, and I will laugh at you as you cry. It will be so sweet,’ he thought.

Later that day, Ron and Harry sat in Potions class. Snape was going on about some kind of herb, but they weren’t paying any bit attention.

“So run that by me again,” Ron whispered with wide eyes. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am. I didn’t want to tell Hermione because if she knew I was, well, blackmailing Malfoy, she would be in ten times the mood she is in now.” Harry looked over to her, and she was scribbling her notes down furiously.

“You bet your arse she would be in a mood. You can’t tell anyone else about this. I don’t know what kind of punishment you get in the muggle world, but it’s very severe here. You can get into loads of trouble for it…” but he was cut off by someone hovering over them.

“Mr. Weasley, can you please tell me what the purpose of Galangal Root is? Or perhaps you were too busy chatting with Potter to have heard?” Snape said with a slight smirk.

“Sorry, I don’t know,” the redhead murmured.

“You don’t know? Well, let me refresh your memory. Galangal Root is used in cures for vomiting. It is commonly employed to treat seasickness. It can be used in therapeutic teas. Its taste is peppery and its smell is aromatic. Galangal Root is also utilized in some love potions, due to its ability to cause lust. Now, ten points from Gryffindor for making me repeat myself. And, Potter, stop ogling Mr. Malfoy’s rear end, please,” Snape added as he made his way back to the front of the class.

Harry caught himself gaping at Draco’s nice bubble-butt, and flushed feverishly after Snape pointed that out to the entire room. Draco just chuckled along with half of the class. ‘He looks totally eatable when he blushes,’ the Slytherin told himself. ‘Can’t wait to get my paws on that.’

Snape was no longer able to contain the smirk growing on his face. “Now, now, students, Potter can’t help it if he finds Mr. Malfoy attractive.”

Again, everyone started laughing. Harry turned even redder, and buried his head in his hands.

Even causing Harry this much distress, Snape still wasn’t finished. “Mr. Potter, perhaps you would like to tell the class why you were eyeing Mr. Malfoy over.”

Harry slowly pulled his head out of his hands and looked at Draco. A devious grin crossed over his face. “You want to know why I was eyeing Malfoy’s arse? That’s simple. I’m going to wear it out later on tonight.”

The entire room fell deafly silent. Draco couldn’t believe he just said that. His mind went racing. ‘He wants to what?! He can’t possibly think I’m a bottom. I don’t bottom for anyone. If he thinks that… oh my god! What have I gotten myself into?! Shit! Fuck! I have to do whatever he says. What if he orders me to let him fuck me?! Merlin, this isn’t good.’

When Snape finally shook off the initial shook of what the Gryffindor said, he snapped. “Twenty points from Gryffindor for such a perverted and disgusting comment, and a detention tomorrow night with me.”

But Harry couldn’t stop himself from adding, “I was only answering you. It’s the truth!”

By the time he had finished the last word Snape had him around the collar, and was yanking him out of the classroom. He tossed Harry into the hall and slammed the door behind him. He looked furious.

“I don’t ever want to hear something like that in my class again. Is that understood, Potter?” he asked with fire in his eyes.

“You shouldn’t have pushed it out of me then,” Harry recoiled.

Snape snarled. “You will do best to keep your personal affairs personal. If you pull anything like that again, I’ll recommend expulsion. Are we clear on this, Potter?” he spat out bitterly.

“Yes, sir,” Harry said dangerously low.

The professor raised an eyebrow. “Detentions. I will expect you ever Saturday for two months. And don’t forget about the one tomorrow. Now, get back in my room. And I don’t want to hear a peep out of you, or you will have those detentions doubled. Move it.”

Harry stalked back into the class, and sat down with a thud. He looked livid. Ron was afraid to talk to him, and decided best not to poke the angry bull.

Snape strode in after him and looked around. “Everyone, back to work,” he barked out.

Draco couldn\'t take his gaze away from Harry. ‘If he’s in this mood tonight, I won’t be able to sit for a week,’ he thought sourly.

Pansy leaned over. She looked mildly interested at him. “So, Draco, you’ll have to tell me what it’s like,” she whispered softly.

“What?” he murmured back.

She just grinned. “You’ve never taken it up that tight little arse before. Tell me if it hurts.”

He glared at her, but she was unfazed. She just continued to smile as she set back into her paper.

Harry scribbled down a quick note, and passed it to Draco when Snape wasn’t looking. He waited for class to let out before reading it. It was exactly what he was dreading.

‘Slave,

Meet me in front of the Great Hall after dinner. And bring your things for class tomorrow with you. You won’t be going back to your dorm tonight.

Master Harry’

Pansy read it over his shoulder and giggled. “Planning on being out late tonight, do you?”

He was turning paler than normal. “Pans, I can’t do this. I don’t bottom,” he said quietly.

“You do now,” she said.

“I don’t want to,” he spoke meekly.

“If you want to get back at him, you must do whatever it takes. I know you are scared of…” but he cut her off harshly.

“I’m not scared. I just don’t want something inside me that shouldn’t be there.”

“Please, Draco. You’re scared shitless of being a bottom. I’ve known you for too long. You don’t like being out of control and by allowing someone to do that to you, you are giving up that power of control. You can’t lie to me,” she said smugly.

“So you think you have all the answers, Pansy?” Draco asked sarcastically.

“No. I know I have all the answers,” she sniggered.

Draco made a rather dirty gesture at her before leaving the room.

Blaise walked up to Pansy as she was left to finish putting her things away.

“So what was that all about?” Blaise asked her slyly. He snuck a hand around her waist.

She gave him an evil glare before pulling her bag onto her back. She pulled out a mirror and checked herself over quickly before finally giving him a second glance.

“It seems our poor little dragon is getting a bit nervous about Potter,” she said as they made there way from the class.

“So it was true what he said? Potter is going to pummel his cute little rump? Dray must be scare shitless,” Blaise chuckled.

“That’s what I told him. But if I have find to someone to pay to prepare Draco for this, then so be it. I won’t let him go fucking this up because he’s afraid of a little butt love,” Pansy said coldly.

“Why are you so interested that Draco get his revenge on Potter,” he asked questioningly.

Pansy touched the smooth, chocolate-colored skin of his cheek. “Blaise, darling, this isn’t just his revenge. Did you already forget that because of Potter, your mother and cousin are in Azkaban? My father is there because of him. It’s just as much our revenge as it is Draco’s. I won’t let him drop the snitch here. I want to see Potter hurt just like he does, maybe even more,” she said all with a sweet smile.

Blaise’s jaw dropped. Pansy pushed up on his chin and closed his opened mouth. “Don’t gape like that. You’ll catch flies,” she said slickly before turning away.

“Pans, are you serious about this?” he called after her.

“Serious as Azkaban,” she shot back with a smirk.

A/N: Ok, that was fun. I think this is now my new favorite chapter. Hehehe. I know there has only been one prank so far, but you’ll get another one in the next chap. And I think you will love it. Oh, and if some of you are wondering why Blaise has “…smooth, chocolate-colored skin…”, well that’s because he’s black. I don’t know how many fics I’ve read where he’s a tan, brunette, white boy. He’s not. He is black. J.K. said it herself. So hopefully I can do Blaise Zabini some justice here. Hahaha. And sorry it took a little longer with this chapter. I’ve lost my train of thought on this story. I just have so many other ideas burning through my skull that I had to put them on paper first. Anyway, you know what to do. Rate and review. You get more when I get more… hehehe. That came out kind of kinky.

Many kisses and snuggles,

Morgane