Mmmm... Bondage....

"God, what happened last night?" Harry said to himself as he woke up from a bed that was not his own. He was not even wearing his own clothes... let alone any at all.

He had a horrible headache and he felt as nauseous as if he ate a hundred worms. He put a hand tenderly to his head, in hopes of making it feel better. He sat up and found his glasses had been thrown recklessly at his feet. He picked them up and put them on to observe his surroundings. "Oh holy shit," Harry said as he saw the scene that surrounded the bed. His pants were thrown halfway across the room and his shirt was hanged on a corner of a dresser. He then found a pair of underwear hanging from the post of the oak bed. He was sure as hell that they were not his. His eyes grew wide with horror. He then heard a body move in the bed. He was horrified to look to see who it was. God he hoped she would not think of him as a senseless pig. He should have just run as soon as he heard movement. Damnit. Well, she might understand...I mean, if something happens...oh, shit what am I talking about? "Um, listen. I don't know what happened last night, or-" Harry turned to the one-night-stand and looked at them. They both screamed bloody murder as Harry fell out of the bed on his already aching head.

"WHAT THE FUCK, POTTER?!?" Draco Malfoy screamed. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!?!" He recoiled in the sheets covering his naked body. "AND WHERE ARE MY BLOODY PANTS?!?!"

"Malfoy, I would love nothing more than to give them back to you, but right now, I feel like I'm going to toss a waterfall, and my head hurts like someone tap-danced on it," Harry replied.

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU!! WHAT HAPPENED?!?"

"I DON'T KNOW!! I WAS TRYING TO FIGURE THAT OUT UNTIL YOU SCREAMED LIKE A BLOODY LITTLE GIRL!!"

"...Oh my God. I'm going to BLOODY KILL YOU!!" Draco yelled and put his hands to his face. He dragged his hands across his face. Harry picked the quilt and wrapped it around stripped body and stood up. He wasn't sure what Draco had done, what he had done, or what Draco had seen, or what even Harry had seen, but he knew that he didn't want to give Draco anymore access than he already had a way with. Draco rubbed his face, but as he did, he heard a clanging noise. "That better not be what I think it is." He looked to his wrist and he realized that a hand cuff attached to a rather strong chain was on him. Draco studied the cuff and spoke to Harry. "What, in God's name, DID YOU DO TO ME?!" Draco screamed at him. Harry raised his wrists to hear the clattering of chains. He was so frightened to look at his wrists, until he brought his hands to his face and realize there was one on his hand, too.

"I didn't do anything! I couldn't have!! I don't have this kind of kinkiness in my head! It had to have been you!!"

"ME?! ME?! THIS IS THE LAST PLACE I WOULD WANT TO WAKE UP, POTTER!!"

"YOU AND ME BOTH, MALFOY!!" They both stopped for a moment as the chain rattled under the bed sheets as Harry paced the floor.

"Would you stop moving so I can figure out what happened?" Draco hissed.

"Well, what do you suggest we do?" Harry asked.

"I'm going to get to the bottom of this!" Draco proclaimed.

"What?!" Harry asked shocked as his eyes grew wide with the horror. "Uh, Draco... wouldn't you want to keep this secret? I mean if people found out about this-"

"What, are you scared? You did something to me and I want to know what happened because I don't remember a thing."

"And you think I do?!"

"Yes. Why else would I be naked in a bed with you? This is obviously your doing."

"I don't want to get anywhere near you, Draco. What makes you think I would want to sleep with you?"

"Because of my pureblood origins, my tantalizing good looks.... I can't blame you for your passionate desires for me." Draco flipped his long blonde strands back and gave a smug look towards Harry. Harry scoffed.

"Right," Harry replied sarcastically as he rolled his eyes and gathered up his clothing. "Well, good luck finding out what I did to you. I'll be taking a shower and trying to remember where I put my wand. I know yours is up your ass, so you won't have to look very hard to find it. But I'm going because God knows what diseases you have...." Harry shivered as he looked at himself.

"Hold it, Potter! You're not going anywhere until we figure this out."

"WHAT?! There is no way in hell I'm interrogating people around you, let alone what I 'did to you'. Plus, your stench is all over me."

"Well, Potter, apparently we're chained together and there is no key around here. So we're stuck together... and you're just gonna' have to deal with 'my stench'."

"Fantastic."

"Well, being with you and smelling your stench is no tea party either, Potter. Just get your cloths on. I don't want to see anymore than I've probably already seen... or what I'm seeing now," Harry looked down and couldn't blush any redder.

***

Neither Harry nor Draco knew where they were when they woke up. All they knew was that they woke up naked and in the same bed and smelling like... well... you get it. They carefully walked out, making sure no one saw them coming out. No one was around in the desolate hall. Harry saw the Whomping Willow outside the window when they walked out. Draco ran out and dragged Harry away from the Willow. "Come on, you bloody idiot! You want the world to see us?" Draco asked. "They'll leave us in chains for the rest of our days!"

"Oooh, I like it when you talk dirty," Harry responded.

"You stupid idiot, I know you want me for another go, but that's not going to happen," Draco explained.

"Aaawww, that's too bad, Malfoy," Harry returned sarcastically.

"Shut up, Potter. We might spot someone who might know what happened last night." At that moment, Lee Jordan came walking down the hall. He went up in snickers as he saw the two and took a dark hand to his mouth.

"Wow, this is new," Lee responded, grinning like a maniac.

"Shut up, Jordan," Draco said, his eyebrows crossing with hate.

"Hey, Lee," Harry greeted.

" 'Morning, Harry! Where were you last night? Ron was asking about you," Lee said.

"Uh.... Well... uh...." Harry blabbered and stalled.

"What's matter, mate? Cat got your tongue?" Lee replied.

"What's it to you, Melon-head?" Neither responded to Draco's insult. He wasn't at the top of his game at that moment.

"No cat. Would you happen to know if anything went on last night? Like a party or something?" Harry asked.

"What?! Don't you remember we won against Ravenclaw for the Playoffs?! Three-ninety to one-ninety!" Lee exclaimed.

"Who cares?" Again, nobody responded to Draco.

"Oh yeah. How could I forget?" Harry lied.

"How could you indeed," Lee replied.

"Well, do you remember anything after the game?" Harry asked.

"Don't you remember the giant party? Everyone except Ravenclaw was there! Slytherins crashed it, though. Yes, I remember you headed it, you bloody git," Lee hissed at Draco. Draco returned to him a smug smile, pretending to be proud of the actions he had supposedly done.

"You all should have seen the stupid looks on your bloody faces. Priceless."

"Would you shut up for a few minutes?!" Harry commanded. Draco crossed his arms and pouted.

"Otherwise, I was with Alicia the entire time." Harry raised an eyebrow to Lee and smiled. "Shut up, Harry."

"I didn't say anything! Do you remember anything else?" Harry asked.

"Nope. Sorry, mate," Lee replied.

"Well, thanks. I better be getting on my way," Harry said as he started to walk. Lee raised an eyebrow.

"Blackberry-brain," Draco taunted, if you call a taunt.

"Just a question, Harry," Lee said. Harry turned to him. "Why are you with that bloody git? Are you chained to him or something?" Draco felt his face burn and Harry tried to keep his eyes from widening in shock.

"Um uh no, uh...." Harry stammered, letting out a nervous laugh.

"You alright, mate?" Lee asked.

"He's having an emotional breakdown and-" Draco was interrupted.

"Fine! Fine! Couldn't be peachier! See you later, Lee!" With that, Harry ran off faster than a chicken that was about to get roasted. Lee smiled as he tried to cover it up. "Do you always have to insult people?"

"I wouldn't be me if I didn't." Harry sighed.

"Of all the people..."

"Amen."

"So, do you remember anything from the party last night?" Draco interrogated Pansy, whose conversation kept going back to the fact that Draco danced with her before he got drunk... big time. Otherwise, it was full of Pansy's lame attempts. Draco rolled his eyes. "Well, I thank you a load full. Good-bye, Pansy."

"'Bye, Draco! When you come back, I think we should study for the Astronomy test later!" Draco decided not to hear her and kept moving until they were out of earshot.

"Alright, so what do we know?" Draco asked.

"We know that we won last night..." Harry said as he smiled.

"Wipe that smirk off, Potter, before I slap it off." Harry didn't smile as big as he did, but Draco was not in a mood for fighting with someone who he was attached to by a chain in public. "Alright, what else?"

"You were drunk beyond what you're capable of being?" Harry suggested sarcastically.

"Shut up, Potter. You were probably drunk, too."

"I don't get drunk, Malfoy. Never have and never will." Draco laughed. "What?"

"Everybody gets drunk at least once in their life. Time's not wasted if you're wasted all the time. In fact, I have a song about it!

All you need is rum!
All you need is rum!
All you need is Rum! Rum!
Rum is all you need!"

"Just... lovely- Look! Here comes Pavarti. She's bound to know something." Harry, while dragging Draco along, went up to Pavarti. She smiled as big as Lee did.

"What are you smiling about, Patil?" Draco mocked.

"That's none of your bloody business, Malfoy!" Pavarti hissed at Malfoy. She turned and smiled at Harry. "How's it going?" she asked.

"Not so well...." Harry said as he looked to Draco.

"Oh, pity. Why?" Pavarti replied.

"Who cares?" Nobody responded to Draco's lameness.

"Certain matters are chaining me down," Harry responded.

"Ah," Pavarti replied.

"Salami-arms."

"Do you mind?!"

"...Yes."

Harry ignored him, as he had been doing all day. He sighed then asked "Do you remember anything important that happened last night?"

"I do... actually," she then started to snicker.

"What?" Harry asked.

"A funny memory from last night...."

"Tell me!" She continued to giggle. "Come on! If it's important..."

"Alright. What I remember last night was you and Malfoy."

"WHAT?!" they both screamed. They both stammered for words to try to see what had happened.

"All I remember is you-" Pavarti pointed to Draco. "Dancing with Harry like he was the sexiest man in the room. Then the next thing I knew, you two just... disappeared." Harry and Draco's mouth's dropped. She stood there and smiled.

"You. are. fucking. joking me, right?!" Harry asked in disbelief.

"As much as you wish I was, I'm not." She then continued to smile. "You want to know what else happened? Well, there were little witnesses, but..."

"But WHAT?!" Draco demanded angrily as Harry tried to hold him back from attacking Pavarti.

"Rumor says that you two did a little lap dance for each other.... That's about as far as I'm going to tell you. Some people might say otherwise-"

"You seem to be our best source yet," Harry replied.

"TELL ME NOW, SALAMI-ARMS, BEFORE I TAKE YOUR SALAMI AND BEAT YOU WITH IT, YOU BLOODY F-"

"Well, I'll give you more information if you tell me this: Where did you boys wake up?"

"We don't know. It was someplace we weren't that familiar with," Harry told.

"WHAT BLOODY DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE?!?" Draco screamed. A few people in the hall looked to him. He glared at all of them. "What are you looking at?" They continued walking. One smiled and tried to cover up her giggles.

"Alright. What's going on, and why have so many people been laughing at us?"

"Tell me where you woke up and I'll tell you," Pavarti said.

"I remember the Whomping Willow being outside the window," Harry thought aloud.

"Which side? Right or left?"

"WHO FUCKING CARES?!?"

"Right," Harry told. Pavarti took a step back and took a hand to her mouth.

"Oh... God. So it wasn't Blaise and Seamus...."

"WHAT?!" Harry and Draco screamed.

"Oh, UH, something important but would piss you off to the moon." She then looked at her watch. "Merlin's Beard, I'm late for a meeting! I have to go. I hope you find out!"

"See you," Harry said unenthusiastically, thinking about everything that he had just heard. Pavarti then walked away, laughing inside her head. He sank to the floor and threw his glasses on the floor. He put his hands to his face. "This can't be true. It- it just can't."

"You're telling me. Salami-arms is an idiot." Draco replied.

"You shut up! It's bad enough that I'm chained to you with no way out, but then to figure out that... that... gaaaaahhhh!!"

"She could have been lying just for her own enjoyment."

"I don't know about that."

"Why not? She hates me and probably hates you, so... why not? I'd do that."

"Yes, but... you're Malfoy. You're the bastard of the century."

"Well... thank you," Draco said sarcastically and blinked several times at Harry.

"But that's what you are! You are a bitch, a liar-"

"Potter, in case you haven't noticed, we're chained together, and I don't want to be pulling around a hundred and fifty pounds behind me and explain to Dumbledore how I killed you. So if you don't want to die or get seriously injured, I suggest you shut the hell up."

"I can shut up whenever I damn well want, Malfoy!"

"Potter, I don't feel like fighting, alright, and do you want to be within a two foot radius of the person you hate? I'm guessing no, so let's see what we can do about this. I think I know a spell that can remove it. I just need to get my wand out of the common room...."

"Well, I guess I don't have a choice, do I?"

"No."

"Alright. Let's go."

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