simple mistakes

ON hold but notforgotten... just a few spellcheks and a long awaited next chapter. I do not own Harry Potter nor do I have J.K.Rowling's millions for writing this :(




Draco Malfoy was not amused. His father was visiting the school, on official business of course, and that little minx Harriett Potter had left a nice scarlet bite mark on his neck for all to see. Granted he could put a small glamour to hide it, but his father had a nasty habit of being able to see right through them, or possibly he just knew when Draco was hiding something, but anyway it was less obvious if he did nothing.

Draco had sneaked into the Gryffindor changing room after their first match of the season against Huffelpuff in order to “congratulate” the victorious seeker. Of course Katie Bell was not amused, but she was used to Angelina have someone or other follow her into the showers, so she shrugged it off. Harry on the other hand was appalled at Draco for not sporting the Gryffindor colours to support her team, so she made sure that at least a part of him was Gryffindor red.

Draco smiled as he recalled Harry’s soaking wet body pressed against him under the hot stream of the shower. He loved to watch the soapy river spill over her soft curves, as he moulded her creamy breasts with his hands. Without any words, he manoeuvred them so that Harry’s back was against the tilled wall, and lifted her legs around his waist. He slid into her with ease, and they moved together, wet bodies gliding against the others, Harry’s feet at Draco’s lower back encouraging him. Draco had stopped Harry casting a silencing spell… he wanted those Gryffin-dorks to hear the Slytherin Prince pleasuring their princess. Not that it bothered him either. He was born to perform. Their final moans echoed around the changing room. Unsheathing himself from Harry’s body, Draco whispered in Harry’s ear;
“I’ll see you later, raven” before magically drying and dressing himself and walking out of the changing room.

Oh well, tie to go and visit daddy.


Lucius Malfoy and his son were to meet in Snape’s office, a privilege granted only because of Lucius’ acquaintances with the potions master. Of course he saw the mark on Draco’s neck immediately.

“And what, pray tell, Draco possessed you to let some cheap tramp mark your neck in such a manner? At least show some integrity so you don’t sully the family name too much.”

“Would you be referring to me by that remark?” questioned Harry, pulling off her invisibility cloak. Draco should really consider dying his hair, his platinum blonde hair was so easy to spot and follow.

“Forgive me, and you are?” enquired Lucius, eyes momentarily flickering across the high hem line of the girls skirt as it rode up over her thigh as she crossed her legs as she perched on the professors desk.

“Harriett Potter, Mr. Malfoy. It has been a long time since we last met. And yes Sir, they are real” she answered lightly fondling her breasts and catching a slightly uncomfortable look on both of the men’s faces.

“I believe that you have a friend would very much like to meet me, Mr. Malfoy” Harry continued. “And I’m sure he would be very interested to find out about my current circumstances, wouldn’t you agree?”
“What do you want, MISS Potter?” asked Lucius in a low and emotionless tone.
“Take me to him. You will probably both get brownie points for my capture; I’ll come quietly and get to visit old Voldy at the same time, so everybody wins.”
“Fine, though you will have to hold tight to me Miss Potter, as it is by way of the dark mark that I find the dark Lord.”
“That won’t be a problem, Lucius.” Harry fluttered her eye lashes at the older Malfoy, as his son simply starred at the brush off he was getting.” Slipping her slender arms around Lucius’ waist, Mr. Malfoy rolled up his sleeve behind her back and touched his dark mark with his wand.

Harry and Lucius appeared in the main hall of the Riddle mansion, which was lit only but the light of the fire in the grate. A large chair was facing the fire thus the person sitting in it had their back to them. Harry knew it was Voldermort, she could smell him. Looking down she saw that Lucius had enchanted handcuffs around her wrists. Looking sideways at the older man she whispered
“Handcuffs, Lucius? You’re kinkier than I thought.” Lucius cleared his throat at the comment and addressed the chair.
“My Lord, I have a gift for you.” Voldermort rose and turned to face the two who had just arrived. Flicking a strand of her face to reveal her scar, Harry looked Voldemort squarely in the face.
“Hello Tom. Long time, no see.”