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Paragraph generated: An incentive reckons without the pit. Harry migrates near the named exam. Draco exists over a girl. Draco waters Harry across the applause. Should my author calculate behind Draco?

Suggested translation: Everyone's crowded together in the halls. Draco runs into Harry at the class exam. Draco tries to get over a girl. [space for spell] Draco gives Harry a golden shower and everyone applauds. Draco's perspective.


The halls were crowded with hurrying students, running here and there with little regard for one another. Draco found himself shunted along a huge pack of fifth years, smaller than them, and thereby forced to roll along the tidal wave of legs. Irritated and flushed, he skirted past an enormous group of sixth years who would surely stomp him to death, and ran around the corner.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Pansy, and he grinned a bit, calling after her and running to keep up. As he made a quick dash for the Charms door she'd just entered, he collided painfully with stupid Potter, sending both of them reeling backwards and allowing the stampede of feet to step callously over their splayed figures.

"Ow, what's your problem Malfoy," snapped Potter, adjusting his glasses and trying to straighten his now truly unruly mop of hair. He glared daggers at Draco, who bit back quickly.

"You watch where you're going, Potter!" He fumed, standing and stalking past him before he could get up, using his wand to clean the dust off his robes in disgust. He cast his eyes about for Pansy, who was now seated at her usual desk that he really had no excuse to go towards..

Stupid Potter. His mood grew darker when he saw her whispering and giggling with some boy he didn't know. He gritted his teeth, turned away, and sat next to Crabbe at his own seat. Crabbe tried to question him, but Draco didn't reply and focused on eyeing the large peeking cleavage of a Gryffindor girl to his right.

He smirked again, thinking maybe they weren't all bad.

As he let his mind wander, the wand still clamped in his fingers began to fizz, making loud popping sounds and shooting out a white, viscous fluid that struck him square in the face. He felt it drip lazily off his skin and into the table, in too much shock to do anything but blink as the sounds of laughter rang out around him.

It immediately stopped when the wand then let out a shower of the stuff, raining down on the whole class which began to yell and complain angrily. Draco buried his face in his hands, dropping his wand onto the table before he did anymore magic without thinking.

Footsteps behind him. "Are you okay?" asked a genuinely concerned voice that could really only be the ever-annoying Potter's. He turned.

To Draco's surprise he saw that he was smirking, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses. That smile.. he felt it bring one to his own lips too, and before he knew what he was doing he was reaching for the buttons on Harry's robes.

He exposed his pale chest, robes hanging haphazardly off his slender shoulders, and bit ferociously into his collarbone. He let out a soft groan, which fueled Draco's unexplainable anger, and he knocked his teeth roughly against Harry's, stifling the sound with his own lips.

Somewhere in the background he heard Professor Flitwick trying to restore order, and had the vague impression of everyone engaging one another, half-dressed and violently tearing into one another, like they were caught between lust and fury. Everyone that had been splashed, he thought vaguely.

Suddenly, Draco shoved Harry away from him, knocking him into several desks behind him, but only achieving a loopy, mischievous grin from the bespectacled golden boy as he looked up at him from the floor. Then, like a dog, he hunched forward, crawling, and pawed longingly at the bulge beneath Draco's zipper while still looking fixedly up at him with that dopey smile.

The ire seized him again, and Draco twisted his fingers into Harry's hair, arching his head back so brutally that he felt him shudder in pain, and heard his breath quicken. But that look in his eyes still remained.

"You want it that badly," he snarled, unzipping and displaying his partially erect shaft. Harry's eyes widened, and his smile grew noticeably. He nodded eagerly, somehow only seeming to add to Draco's blind wrath.

Suddenly he grasped himself in his own hand, letting a stream of warm, golden liquid spray out of his glans and dance merrily across Harry's face whose mouth opened in delight. He swallowed most of the hot stream, whatever he missed skating along his glasses, dripping on the dark frames, some falling from his fringe and trickling down his chin and all down his front.

He licked his lips and looked expectantly up at Draco, who brought his mouth down to Harry's, tasting the slight tang of his own urine and the bittersweet scent of it mixed with Harry's own unique musk.

There was the sound of applause from around them, and Draco rose suddenly, the sharp sound awakening him to the pretense of the students and now several teachers gathered about the room.

Their classmates all looked sweaty and pleased, while the looks on the teachers' faces were determinedly stoic. Draco noted how Harry refused to look at Draco, shuffling his robes back onto his body.

Once they were all fully dressed and cleaned up thanks to a quick spell from Professor McGonagal, Professor Flitwick moved to the front of the class to instruct them on proper wandwork. Before he even began one word of it, he raised his wand hand for all to see, and declared "Obliviate!"

Draco blinked, dazed, and looked around at all his other highly confused classmates. Even Professor Flitwick looked oddly out of it... was the lesson that boring, seriously, even the professor forgot what he was talking about? He sighed, grabbed his pen, and began to doodle on a scrap of parchment.

Halfway through drawing that idiot Potter falling off his broom, he noticed a glob of some white gunk on the table, and idly poked it with his finger. Running it between his fingertips, he felt an unexplainable irritation building up inside of him.....