That Fine LIne

Okay, here we go again!

That Fine Line

Few people could call Draco Malfoy a good person. There were only a couple of people in the whole Wizarding world who even really cared about him at all. In fact, only three of those few actually liked him, the rest hated him for various and numerous reasons. His parents obviously liked him and Pansy Parkinson, who had had an invested interest in Draco at first sight, thought that she loved him. Now, Draco didn't necessarily like all of the people who liked him, or dislike the people that hated him. In fact, it was a lot the opposite.
He had little to no respect for his parents and Pansy made him ill by her presence alone. The people who hated him, however, were treated badly on account that he didn't want them knowing that he liked them, or in certain cases loved them. One such certain case was with him at the time our story begins. It starts in a darkened hallway in the dungeons, out of the path of students and teachers alike.
“Oh God Potter, just like that. Yesssss! God, I'm comming!” Draco screamed as he thrust down the throat of a one, Harry Potter. Harry for his part, tried valiantly not to gag on the sperm spurting down his tracea. He gave a sigh of relief when Draco went soft and slipped out of his mouth.He swallowed thickly, grimmacing at the taste of the other boy's ejaculate. Draco simply put himself away and righted his clothing.
Harry glared up at the blond as he started to get to his feet. His legs were cramped after a half hour on his knees and his throat felt like it had had a steel rod rammed down it. Which, it almost had. The rod wasn't steel, but it was rather close. Draco grinned as Harry got up and grunted in pain. He loved hearing Potter groan and whine, it made his day better for some unknown reason. Harry glared forcefully at Draco as the blond crossed his arms over his chest and smirked at him.
“You are a right bastard Malfoy and if I ever get my way with you...”
“Ooooh, is that a threat, Potter, or a promise?” Draco drawled easily as he pushed off of the wall. He stepped toward Harry and kissed his nose before sauntering off to his dorm. Harry rubbed the little bit of moisture off of his nose rather roughly and stomped out of the dungeons. He barely made it out and was able to check the time before someone found him.
“Mr. Potter.” The silky smooth drawl of his most hated professor assaulted his ears. Harry rolled his eyes and turned with a small inward groan. There, standing in the hallway just outside his classroom was Professor Snape. He was tall with long billowing robes of midnight black. His skin was pale and stretched taut over a fine bone structure that was hidden primarily by long oily hair. “What are you doing out of bed at this hour?” He asked with his trademark scowl. “Visiting my girlfriend, Sir.” Harry shot back with an inward smirk at Malfoy's possible reaction.
“Oh, and how does Mr. Malfoy figure into this, or is he in fact what has kept you out?” Harry almost choked on his own saliva. “What?” He asked unintelligently. “I asked you, Mr. Potter, what my godson has to do with you being out visiting your girlfriend?” Snape snapped. Harry's mouth went closed with a click of teeth and his mind went into overdrive. “Um...err...nothing Sir, I was just thinking about what he'd say if he knew I'd stolen his girl.” Snape's eyebrow raised in suspicion and Harry gulped. “I see, well, I will have to inform him of this...incident, you understand.”
Harry nodded, the whole time his head was screaming 'No!'. Snape winced slightly as though he had heard it. Harry shook that thought away, the Potion's Master couldn't hear his thoughts. Snape turned to go back to the dark hole from whence he came, and Harry started in the direction of the tower. “Oh and Potter.” Harry swiveled around to look at his professor. The gleam of teeth told Harry that his Potion's Master was wearing a very menacing grin. “Detention.” Harry groaned out loud this time as he turned back to his quest for his dorm. “Two then.” Snape spat before storming to his dungeon quarters. Harry waited until he was back in his dormitory with a silencing charm up around his bed hangings before he let loose on both Slytherins. He screamed himself to sleep, barely wondering at the wetness on his cheeks.

Oh I'll be back...hahahahaha...ha...hu...okay, I'll just leave you to it then, shall I?