Paralyzer

Disclaimer: I’m getting soo tired of writing multiple disclaimers, so I’m just going to stick with this one; I do not own Harry Potter (because if I did multiple male characters would be chained up on my bed) and I don’t make any money from writing any of these stories (just lots of enjoyment imagining the things I make them do) so please, don’t sue me!



A/N: Monday already XD, and how slowly it seems to be going by. Well, here’s something that will brighten your day, another update! Wow, I know, you got one on Saturday and now you’re getting another one! Enjoy it!



Chapter 8 “Something Sneaky”



Ginny sighed and pushed a pile of carrots around her plate with her fork, employing the age old ‘if I move it around it looks like I ate some’ technique. Harry was mad at her and while she’d never seen anything quite so hot as a pissed off Harry, it was still a bit worrisome that the anger was directed at her. Sure, he’d seemed a BIT less angry when he kissed her goodbye, and what a kiss it was, but she knew she had some serious sucking up to do and she didn’t know when she’d be doing it since she had to wait for a note from Harry.



She thought that maybe the house elf that popped into the hall with a piece of paper was carrying a note for her, but he scurried over to the tall strange blonde woman named Jem and handed the note to her on her way out of the hall. From the other side of the room Ginny couldn’t hear what was said but the woman’s eyes were glittering mischievously and it was with a manic sort of glee that she grabbed Helga’s arm and ran out of the hall, rather dangerous to do on 6 inch heels, but she managed somehow. Robert was on their heels, but at a much slower pace.



“What the heck was that about?” she wondered aloud, and was obliged with an answer from Dumbledore on her left.



“That, Miss Weasley, was about Jem doing what Jem does best.” He said with a cryptic twinkle, “I wouldn’t worry about it, she knows what she’s doing and I’m sure she has a plan.” Oh yeah, that was helpful.



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“Jem! Do you even have a plan or are you just winging it?” Robert called out as he followed his running boss around a corner and in front of a weird painting of fruit, tickling the pear.



“Of course I have a plan,” she responded, rolling her eyes, “I plan on going into the kitchens.”



“And after that?” He prompted.



“After that…..it’ll come to me.” She said, smiling. “Stop worrying Robert, I have an idea, I’m just not sure how to formulate it yet.”



“Formula? Are we babysitting? That’s easy, you just add water and zap it in the microwave!” Helga piped up and was ignored. It bothered her for about, oh, two seconds and then she saw the house-elves. “OHH CUTE!!!” she squealed and picked the nearest one up in a hug, making it slosh it’s ladle full of soup across the tiles. “Jem! I want one!”



“Helga! Put the elf down and get over here,” Jem said, then turned to another elf who looked a tad bit scared, without waiting to see if her orders were followed….which they weren’t. “Where’s the food you prepared for Mister Potter and Mister Malfoy? I’d like to take it to them.”



“That’s your plan? Act as room service?” Robert scoffed, hand clamped around the back of Helga’s neck, shaking her to make her drop the poor frightened domestic which she did not want to do. “Drop him.” He ordered, bopping the top of her head and her hands released the elf that scurried away quickly to the other side of the kitchen. Robert took that opportunity to grab her hands and secure them behind her back in an iron grip, then marched her forward to stand by Jem.



“Well, it’s essential to the plan, yeah.” Jem said, taking a tray laden with sandwiches, cookies and a jug of pumpkin juice. She raised an eyebrow at the slightly cross eyed Helga. “What’s wrong with her?”



Robert bent around and blushed a little, “Oops…” Well, maybe he didn’t need to bop her THAT hard.



“Oh never-mind, never-mind, just hold the tray.” She sighed and Robert took the tray in one hand. “Now then…..hmmmm……what to do.” She pondered, studying the jug.



“Jem. Heavy.” Robert said, “Make up your mind or take the tray back until you do.” She rolled her eyes and studied it for another moment then beamed and snapped her fingers over the jug and took the tray back. “What’d you do?”



“Oh, nothing much….” She smiled, “Let’s go.”



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Harry couldn’t stop staring at Draco. Not a good sort of, my god I want to jump his bones, stare….well…not entirely….but he did look quite good in jeans and a button down white shirt and he kept getting up and walking around while he jotted things down and he had a tendency to drop his damned quill…….”Damnit, I am not attracted to Malfoy!” He was staring at him because someone had OBVIOUSLY done a body switch on the boy. Harry was tempted to check for polyjuice potion. This was not Draco Malfoy. It couldn’t be, because, other than the occasional jibe about potions the person in Malfoy’s body was being very civil, almost charming.



On the one hand, Harry knew that Draco was only being nice because he apparently wanted to shag Harry (which Harry couldn’t even begin to fathom in the first place), the other hand wanted to know why that would be such a bad thing, and then the third hand (which was getting weaker and weaker) would remind him that Draco and Ginny had been conspiring against him, but then yet another hand would chime in that Draco hadn’t been conspiring at all, just talking to Ginny, at which point ANOTHER hand would also point out that Draco thought Ginny was wrong….and by this point Harry turned into an Indian deity because of all the hands and would stop himself and stare some more and remind himself that Draco was a prick, a jerk, an asshole and several other bad names until he dropped that stupid pencil again…and then well…just call him Kali and give him a necklace of severed heads because the hands were back.



A knock on the portrait startled him out of another round of hands and him and Draco blinked confusedly at each other. House elves didn’t knock. “Uh, I’ll get it…” Harry said, and moved his parchment off his lap to get up and let the person in. He hoped it wasn’t Ginny because he really didn’t need any more hands, but he knew she wouldn’t show up until he sent her a note. She seemed to like being ordered around. Maybe it was Sirius….he pushed the door open………it wasn’t Sirius. “Not to sound rude or anything, but what are you doing here?” he sighed, trying very hard not to twitch. He still remembered the tutu incident and only the fact that Robert was there holding an oddly subdued and dizzy looking Helga stopped him. If he looked closely he could almost see birds and stars circling the teenager’s head, so obviously Robert had no problems smacking around his employer’s friends, what was to stop him bashing a complete stranger?



“I saw you weren’t at dinner, and I know you must be hungry, and I thought to myself, ‘gee, I hope they aren’t avoiding the hall on my account’ so we went down to the kitchens and saw that they were making up this tray for you and I volunteered to take it so I could apologize.” Jem said in a rush, “Can I come in? It’s kinda heavy.”



“Sure….” Harry said and stepped back to let the trio pass, “Just uh, put it down on the table….”



“Ok!” She chirped and set the tray down on the only non parchment covered part of the table. “Now then, I realize now that I think about it, that putting you in a life threatening situation was probably not the best way to go about things, so I apologize, to both of you. However I would like to point out that if I thought you were in real danger I of course would have ended the spell. I wouldn’t let any harm come to you. Gee, I’m parched, do you mind if I snag some of this juice?” she continued, speaking very, very quickly.



“Help yourself,” Draco said, having risen slightly upon the entrance of a female into the room. He was very suspicious about the presence of the odd trio in their room, and watched carefully as she poured the pumpkin juice into a cup and swallowed it down. She also helped herself to a sandwich and a cookie and munched them down in a flash.



“Mmmm, I swear, I need to kidnap a few of these elves to cook for me! And this juice, pumpkin is it? It’s delicious!” Jem beamed at the two of them. “So, do you accept my apology? I am dreadfully, dreadfully sorry, I feel just awful. I act without thinking sometimes.”



“All the time,” Robert muttered with a sideways roll of the eyes at Harry who was still standing by the door, preferring to keep his eyes on the muscle man than on the blonde whirlwind. If the purple one were conscious he’d watch her, since she seemed the most dangerous simply because she was so mindless, but luckily she was out of commission and she was being restrained in any case by Robert.



“Oh alright, all the time, but where is the fun in thinking things through? Spontaneity is the spice of life!” Jem said, and raised her glass as if in toast.



“Indeed it is,” Draco agreed, and since nothing had happened so far he poured himself a glass and clinked it with hers to toast. It was identical to pumpkin juice, but then again the coffee had tasted like coffee. He’d be careful and sip it slowly just in case. “Well, I for one accept your apology, no use in getting the school year off on the wrong foot.” He said and set down his glass to extend his hand. Jem shook it enthusiastically then turned expectantly to Harry.



“Well, I guess I forgive you too, but if you do anything like that again I’d really like a warning.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair.



“I promise, if I ever do anything to you like I did this afternoon I will warn you before hand. Free-will is a wonderful thing.” Jem said, one hand solemnly over her heart. “That’s a weight off my mind, I’ll let you have at your dinner then, and I’ll see you both tomorrow for the sorting.”



“Or before then?” Draco asked, hearing a strange inflection in the words.



“Or before then,” she agreed after a moment of thought, “But we might be sleeping and getting used to the time difference.” Well, that was a perfectly normal excuse. She put the cup she’d used back down and grabbed Robert’s arm, pulling him back out the still open portrait door, “Bye bye then!”



“Bye,” Harry nodded and closed the portrait, shaking his head, confused. “She’s a weird one isn’t she?”



“Yes, very.” Draco agreed, pouring another cup of juice for Harry and holding it out, “And nothing bad’s happened so far, so I assume it is safe to consume this bounty….honestly, the house elves must think we’re still students…but,” he shrugged in acquiescence and popped a piece of sandwich in his mouth, “At least they taste good.”



Harry sighed and accepted the drink, took a large swallow since he wasn’t nearly as cautious a person as Draco, then settled happily on the couch with a sandwich….wait…happily? Yes, he was feeling distinctly happy, and sort of warm inside….huh…..he took another large gulp.



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“So….” Robert started, picking up Helga and bodily tossing her into her bed, where she muttered something about flying pirate ninjas, and locking her in for the night for her own protection as well as his. She had a nasty habit of ending up in his bed and then freaking out when she woke up and realized the person she was snuggling was not Antonio Banderas/Chris Hall/Chad Kreuger but the bane of her happy existence, Robert. He crossed his arms and glared at Jem, “What EXACTLY did you do to that juice and why did you break your promise about telling them.”



“One,” Jem said, walking into her own room and flopping down on the bed to take off those damned heels finally, “One, I didn’t break my promise since technically I told them I’d tell them BEFORE I did anything and I’d already done something and because technically I didn’t do anything like what I did this afternoon.” Off went one shoe and she started on the second.



“Ok, so what exactly DID you do?” Robert asked again, going to the closet to pull out the slippers he knew she’d want to slip into instead.



“Oh just a little tiny time lapse transfiguration,” she said easily switching her shoes for the slippers in his hands. He returned the shoes to the closet and rolled her eyes at her sigh of contentment and the obvious look of pleasure on her face. “I don’t know why I keep wearing those shoes, they kill me.” She groaned, flopping backwards.



“You wear them because you look damn good in them and you know it.” Robert grumbled, sitting next to her. “What will the juice transfigure into and when?”



“You think I look good?” Jem propped herself up on one elbow and grinned up at him, then turned pouty and batted her eyelashes at him.



“Jem, stop changing the subject.” Robert said gruffly, using one finger on her forehead to push her backwards again. She giggled and he frowned at her slightly buzzed behavior.



“Oh alright, alright. It’ll change as soon as they swallow and it changes into 1800 Silver.” Jem sighed and he glared at her, but at least the buzz made sense now. “You take all the fun out of things,” she pouted.



“Jem, did it ever occur to you that drinking that much 1800 Silver Tequila would give them alcohol poisoning?” He asked rationally.



“Oh! I knew I was forgetting something….think they’ve had enough by now to be good and uninhibited?” She shot up again and actually did look alarmed.



“Probably not….give them ten more minutes.” Normally Robert did not condone drinking, but there was a lot at stake here.



“Ok! Now tell me I’m pretty again!” Jem demanded and was once more flat on the bed. “Whee! This is fun!”



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Ok, Harry was definitely feeling….giddy…which was weird since he’d only been drinking pumpkin juice for Merlin’s sake, and he’d only had a couple glasses though he had downed those pretty quick….maybe it was a weird sugar rush? Draco seemed normal at least, but he hadn’t been drinking nearly as quickly or nearly as much, so Draco probably didn’t have a sugar rush…it didn’t seem like anything was wrong with the juice though because if there was Draco would be feeling weird too, right?



“Draco….” Harry blinked, “Do you feel funny?” Draco turned to look at him and Harry lost his train of thought about sugar rushes. “Wow you have pretty eyes…..” he breathed.



Draco blinked slowly and resisted the urge to quirk his brow. Did Harry really just say that he thought he had pretty eyes? Did he have some sort of change of heart? It couldn’t be the juice because Draco felt just fine if a bit more relaxed than usual, but he put that down to him being comfortable back at Hogwarts. “Thank you Harry, your eyes are quite stunning as well, very green….and I feel fine, why? Are YOU feeling strange? Would you like me to call Madame Pomfrey?”



“No, don’t call Madame Pomfrey,” Harry rolled his eyes then giggled at the weird swirly feeling and leaned back against the arm of the chair, his head hanging back over the edge, “I just feel VERY happy.”



Oookkkk…..Draco leaned up and over Harry who was smiling strangely with his eyes closed, and lowered his face close to the raven haired boy’s to sniff his breath discreetly. He couldn’t detect anything but Harry was breathing through his nose, “Harry, correct me if I’m wrong,” he said, hovering very close, “but you haven’t transfigured the pumpkin juice have you?”



“No, course not,” Harry said, eyes still closed and breath completely alcohol free, and apparently unaware of Draco’s proximity until he opened his eyes again. Oh…oh my….His eyes were even prettier upclose, all light grey with dark rings around the iris…and his lips looked soft, very soft….but were they? Only one way to find out, and before he even finished that thought he had raised his head to bridge the gap of the last few inches between them and raised his oddly heavy arm to pull lock Draco in place, not that Draco was protesting.



In fact, Draco was doing the opposite of protesting since he quickly slung one leg over Harry’s hips to better position himself above him, and his lips WERE very soft and firm and moving gently against Harry’s own. He slipped his own hand behind Harry’s head to support him, which was good because Harry wasn’t able to keep his head up much longer and he didn’t want to pull away because he didn’t want Draco to stop kissing him….or grinding against him in that slow circular movement that reminded Harry in a very delicious way about his neglected hard-on. He groaned and dropped his head back again and Draco let him, moving his mouth and those sweet soft lips to his neck and the hand that had been supporting Harry’s head to the hem of his shirt, slipping under the run along Harry’s abs and then down to the waist of his pants which opened obligingly with just a flick of his thumb on the button, the zipper moving down of its own accord under the pressure, exposing Harry’s stiff cock.



Draco wasn’t wasting any time. Sure, there was a tiny part of his brain telling him that Harry was probably being affected by some spell or potion or something that Jem had slipped into the juice and that even though this girl was trying even harder than Ginny to get them together it probably wouldn’t be right to take advantage, but luckily most of his blood was being redirected to his own cock, and besides, when would he get a chance like this again? His teeth grazed the taught skin at Harry’s neck and his other hand yanked at Harry’s shirt, forcing it up and over Harry’s head and latching onto the dark pebbly nipple, pinching and rolling one than the other. Harry lifted his head again, in fact he straightened up entirely, grabbed Draco’s silky smooth hair and like he had with Ginny, forced his head up and kissed him hard.



But Draco, unlike Ginny, would much rather be in charge so he kissed back just as fiercely and slipped his tongue between Harry’s parted lips when he groaned again as Draco flicked his thumb over the sensitive tip of Harry’s leaking and throbbing erection, rubbing the pearly pre-cum in circles around the head of it. Harry’s hands fumbled at Draco’s own buttons but Draco pushed his hands away. He was much more interested in showing Harry what he was missing out on by being indecisive. What had he just been thinking earlier? That the just jump him approach to romance didn’t work unless you were very drunk? Well, he didn’t know if Harry was drunk or not, but he certainly was uninhibited right now and if he snapped out of it Draco did NOT want him to freak out, he wanted him to be longing for more. His own needs could wait.



When he’d made that clear to Harry through the force of his pushing his hands away he returned to stroking the long and stiff member of the moaning boy he was straddling, smiling into the deep kiss at the squirms and sounds he was eliciting from Harry. He groaned a little himself when Harry bit his lip and pulled away. “If you want me to stop, just tell me, you don’t have to bite me.” He whispered, smirking but Harry shook his head and arched up against Draco’s hand. “Tell me to stop.” He said, kissing down Harry’s neck and collarbone and chest, sliding off of his legs slowly towards the floor.



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Now, part of Harry knew that he SHOULD say stop because….uh….oh god Draco’s hands were firm and smooth and they knew exactly what would feel good. Ginny did too, but….oh….what had he been thinking? Right….he should say stop because of Ginny….but Ginny wanted him to do this didn’t she? And he wanted Draco to do it, because whatever ‘it’ was felt so good. Especially when Draco’s strong firm hands were replaced by his flexible wet tongue tracing designs and swirls from tip to base while the hands tugged his pants off his hips. Draco sucked Harry’s sac into his mouth and massaged it with his tongue, while his hand pumped his saliva slicked cock. All words left his blood deprived mind when Draco removed his mouth from Harry’s balls and drew in his weeping cock instead.



Harry’s hands wound in Draco’s hair as the blonde moved up and down on him, and his hips lifted in rhythm until Draco held him down and took his entire thick length all the way down to the base, his lips nestled against Harry’s balls. Oh god that was talent! He moaned and then Draco groaned in response, throat vibrating with the sound, sliding back up so that only Harry’s tip was in his mouth just in time for the overcome and taken by surprise Gryffindor to shoot his salty sweet load in the Slytherin’s mouth.



Draco swallowed with a smile and licked Harry’s cock once more then straightened up and grinned at him. Harry however did not seem as happy and Draco hoped that whatever was affecting him wasn’t wearing off already. “Oh god Draco, I am so sorry.” He slurred a tiny bit and blushed a little.



Ah…so it hadn’t worn off then. “I’m not,” Draco said, turning the grin into and honest and slightly seductive smile. He stood and gathered up his papers then walked to his room, giving the dumbfounded and spent Harry one more look, “Night Harry.”



A/N: 20 minutes late….so sue me! Good night all!