My Property

My Property

"What the hell do you think I am, Potter? A stupid idiot to be your fuck boy?" Draco spat at him and crossed his arms.

"I'm telling you, Draco. I swear, I didn't, I mean, I don't remember-"

"Oh, that's bullshit, Potter," Draco snapped. "It was tattooed. My own bloody eyes saw the proof. How can you say that nothing happened?"

"Draco, please! Nothing happened," Harry pleaded. "I don't even remember seeing him when I came back from your room last night, I swear!"

Draco looked at Harry and was still glaring at him. He couldn't believe that Harry had cheated on him. Well, Harry was denying it, but still, what proof does he have that he didn't cheat?

Harry looked like a total mess. He was red from embarrassment, as if someone had violated him. Well, someone did violate him.

He spoke softly. "I did wake up in the middle of the night because I got cold." He looked at his shoes. "Then I noticed that-"

"What?" Draco interrupted.

"Well," he said as he raised his head to look at Draco. He ran his hand through his hair. "Interesting story actually. Listen to this..."

~~~~

Harry had just stepped out from the boy's shower room. It was very late at night but he always cleaned up before going to bed. Besides, he needed the hot water to soak his arse. It was red and swollen from Draco's hand slaps.

He climbed to his bed and soon enough, he passed out from exhaustion.

It was still dark when he suddenly felt cold. He opened his eyes and felt that his pajama pants were on his knees, along with his boxer shorts. He quickly pulled them up and peeked through his curtains. Although it was blurry since he didn't had his glasses on, he could tell that no one was awake. Ron was sleeping peacefully, Neville was snoring as loud as usual, and Dean and Seamus were also sleeping. Harry sighed and thought about whether he had forgotten to put on his pajama pants. But he remembered that he put them on carefully since his arse was swollen from pain. He slowly closed the curtains of his bed and went back to sleep.

Harry woke up and noticed that it was warm and quiet. He peered through the curtains and noticed that the sun was up. He looked at his clock and it was already time for breakfast.

He quickly dressed. He noticed also that his roommates were nowhere to be seen. He cursed to himself and continued to put on his pants and shirt. He would just take a shower in Draco's room. They had made plans today to spend quality time together. Draco had his own room; being a Slytherin Prefect, and a Malfoy.

Harry rushed towards the Great Hall. When he got to the door, he stopped and began to relax his breathing. When he was good to go, he walked slowly to his seat and ate his breakfast.

Students around him were chatting about the visit to Hogsmeade. It was the first Saturday they could visit the place this year. Since Harry and Draco's relationship was still hidden from everyone, this was a good opportunity for them to spend time together.

They'd already made plans to meet at Draco's room after breakfast. Ron and Hermione asked Harry one more time to come with them, but Harry said he needed to finish his Potions essay. Hermione beamed at him and let him go.

Harry made his way to Draco's room when everyone left. He knocked softly at the door. Draco opened the door and pulled Harry inside. He closed the door, cast various locking and silencing spells and looked at Harry.

"Draco, my arse is still swelling, okay? Go easy on it," Harry said as he massaged his arse lightly.

Draco laughed. "Why were you late, love? You're never late when it's breakfast."

"I was so tired from last night. I didn't even have the chance to take a quick shower this morning." He looked at Draco in a teasing way. "Mind if I use your bathroom?"

Draco walked closer to Harry and placed a soft kiss on Harry's neck. "I'll give you a bath," he murmured against Harry's neck. "Come on." He looked into his eyes and smirked. "I promise I'll go easy on you."

Harry smiled and gave a small chuckle when Draco held both of his hands and led him to the bathroom. He was planting soft kisses on Harry's neck while trying to remove the belt from his pants. Harry was unbuttoning Draco's shirt while he nibbled his ear.

Draco removed the belt and Harry's shirt quickly followed. He let out a lustful sigh when he saw Harry's chest. He was now licking his nipple as he tried to unbutton his pants.

Harry removed Draco's shirt and was caressing Draco's back when Draco pulled off his pants and stroked his manhood.

Draco looked at him and raised an eyebrow with a smirk on his face. "Hard already?"

Harry smiled. "For you," he whispered seductively. "Always."

Draco smiled and slowly removed Harry's boxer shorts.

While Harry played with Draco's hair, he noticed that his boxer shorts were at knee level. He looked down and noticed Draco was looking at his manhood.

"What is this, Harry?"

But before Harry could respond, Draco slowly yanked his manhood. Harry let out a painful moan and looked down. What he saw couldn't believe his eyes.

There was a tattoo on his manhood.

Draco, still gripping Harry's manhood, looked at Harry. "What is the meaning of this, Harry?"

Harry gripped his manhood, as he looked a little closer. He tried to read it but it was hard since it was tattooed vertically.

"Seamus' property?" Draco whispered. He looked at Harry and repeated the words. "Seamus' property?" But now, he was yelling.

"I- I don't, I- I- had..." He couldn't produce any words because he was too shocked as well.

"Seamus' fucking property?" Draco repeated again but this time, you could see the vein on his forehead was getting big.

"Draco please, I had no-" but Draco stormed out of the room, gathering his clothes.

"What do you think I am? Your fuck-in-convenience?" Draco yelled while putting his shirt on. "Since when have you been Finnegan's property?"

"Draco, I have no idea what happened." He followed Draco. "Please," he said as he reached out for Draco but Draco angrily shrugged him off.

"Fuck you, Potter. Just." He inhaled deeply and glared daggers at him. "Just fuck off." He left the room.

Harry looked at his manhood again. He didn't know how the tattoo got to his manhood. He grabbed his wand, tried a few spells to remove it -although he hesitated for a bit since this was his manhood he was trying to cast a 'removing tattoo' spell on- and it was successful. It was now gone and he quickly dressed. Hoping to find Draco before anything got worse.

He went to his room and took the Marauder's Map from his trunk. He quickly activated it and looked for a certain spot. There. Draco was on the fifth floor, inside a classroom, and he was near the window. He quickly put the map back into his trunk and ran to the classroom.

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"So," Draco said as he walked closer to Harry. "You're telling me that Seamus waited for you until you were asleep then placed that tattoo?"

"I believe so," he said as he raised his head, looking deeply into Draco's eyes. "I'm telling you Draco, I had no idea about this. I was so exhausted from last night, I just went to bed after I took a shower, that's all."

"Hmm..." Draco looked out the window. "I believe you, Harry."

Harry walked towards Draco and hugged him around the waist. "Really?"

Draco looked sideways. "Of course. I know Finnegan's not your type." He turned around. "And besides, you're my property." He smiled.

Harry hugged him tighter. "As well as you to me." He kissed Draco lustfully.

When they broke off, Draco placed both of his hands on Harry's cheeks. "We need to get back at Finnegan. I won't let this 'thing' just slip away. And I may have the best plan to get back at him." He grinned evilly

Harry began to kiss Draco's neck. "You know, you never fail to turn me on when you think of something evil, speaking dirty, filthy words."

Draco laughed. "Come on, Harry. I think I have a plan, but we need to time it perfectly."

Harry looked at him and he could tell that Draco already formulated the evil plan in his mind. Harry was so turned on.

~~~~

"Save a seat for me, Dean," Seamus said as Dean waved goodbye to him while he went to the common room to drop off the things he bought.

Seamus had been smiling all day. Even though he didn't get to see Harry when they were in Hogsmeade, at least he saw and caressed Harry's manhood while he was asleep. He couldn't take it anymore. That was why he had decided to do something about it.

He had been planning the tattoo for almost a year now. He knew that Harry would ask him about it but it bugged him that he hasn't yet.

"Oh well," he told to himself. "At least I got the chance to taste it." He smirked as he said the password to the Fat Lady and went to his room.

He was anticipating that Harry might be waiting for him in their room, and he paused before opening the door. He brushed his hair with his hand, checked his breathe to see if it was bad (it was tolerable), and straightened his shirt. He took a deep breath as he entered.

He scanned the room and pouted. Harry wasn't there. He wasn't lying on his bed wearing only a Gryffindor tie. So, Seamus just shrugged and went straight to bed.

As he was about to drop his things off on his study table, he noticed that there was a note on top of his pillow which had his name written. His heart suddenly skipped. He placed his goods hurriedly on the table and ripped the envelope open.

There was a short note which read:

I'll be waiting for you in the empty classroom on the fifth floor at midnight tonight.
I am aching for your mouth. Bring nothing but yourself. - Your property

'Your property.' Seamus repeated the words; the whisper of them across his lips making him smile so hard that he didn't care if it looked scary. He jumped on his bed and hugged his pillow tightly. He was so excited that finally, his dreams were coming true. He would at long last taste Harry Potter without sneaking around at night just to touch him.

With all the excitement and random fantasies that was going through his mind, he didn't notice the note and the envelope burned by itself, and didn't leave any ashes.

When he ran to his dresser to choose his outfit, he was hoping that his best tight white top and black tight jeans were there. Of course, he had to look good for this meeting. After all, he had been waiting for years for this moment to happen.

~~~~

Seamus walked cautiously towards the fifth floor. He didn't want Mrs. Norris or Filch to see him out of bed. He checked the time again, and it was ten to twelve.

'I'm right on time,' he thought. He knew where the empty classroom was. He walked slowly towards the classroom -although it was hard for him since he was already excited- and placed a soft knock on the door.

No one answered.

'Maybe I'm a little early?' He checked the time again and it was only five minutes till midnight. 'It wouldn't hurt if I waited for him inside, right?' he thought as he smiled wickedly.

He opened the door and it was pitch black. He couldn't see a thing. He was okay with that though. He loved darkness, made everything even sexier. He just reached out his hands while walking towards the center of the room. He still had his wicked smile on his face and he could tell that he was already having a hard-on.

'Where are you, Harry?' He thought to himself. Without any warning, he whispered, "I'm here, Harry. It's Seamus."

Suddenly, less than twenty candles were lit. They had surrounded the room but there wasn't enough light to see the whole room. They were in a perfect circle around him. He looked around, jaw dropped. 'This is so romantic,' he thought to himself.

While he was swirling around, he noticed that there were cabinets that were bigger than him. Approximately fifteen cabinets were encircled around him, a bit closer than the candles. Then, he noticed that these cabinets were rocking sideways. They weren't moving towards him, but he knew that someone or something were inside.

'Is this a joke? Am I in the wrong room?' He got scared. He suddenly pushed his excitement away as each one of the cabinets flew open. It was like someone invisible -or magical- was opening the cabinets.

He couldn't run. He was so shocked and now, all of the cabinets were opened. He was just anticipating someone attacking him. He could feel his heart pounding hard in his chest and his forehead was sweating.

And then, he heard it. Popping sounds. He knew that sound well. It was the popping sound boggarts used when they transformed. After a couple of seconds, he heard a shrill shrieking that he had dreaded ever since he could remember. It was loud. So loud that he couldn't hear himself screaming for help as he saw the things that were emerging from the cabinets.

Banshees. Fifteen of them surrounded Seamus and screamed, coming closer and looking at him in a very sinister way. They looked so awful and so scary. Their long white hairs were swiping the floor as they got closer and tried to reach him.

Seamus suddenly found the momentum to run. He went to the door and frantically tried to open it. He looked at the doorknob for a moment. It was locked.

'How could that be? I didn't lock it,' he thought as he tried to open it again, but it wouldn't budge.

He was now pounding on the door and screaming for help. He looked around and he saw that the banshees were barely a foot away from him. He pounded the door again and he noticed that his ears were bleeding. Then he touched his nose and it was bleeding as well.

"Please!" He screamed at the door. "Please someone help me!"

As he pounded the door for the third time, he couldn't control it any longer. He had bled so much and the screams were already inside his head, enough to make him pass out.

He smacked his face on the floor as he lost consciousness, blood still oozing out from his nose and ears.

~~~~

Harry and Draco were just outside, guarding the door. Just in case someone came by, they could pretend that they heard the noise and was wondering what was going on. Draco was sniggering and hugging Harry for support while Harry was laughing out loud.

Draco stopped laughing when the pounding of the door stopped.

"I think he's done." He looked at Harry. "Rescue him now, love?"

"Wait." Harry paused and listened carefully. The screams of the banshees suddenly died. "I think it's safe now. Do you have your wand?"

Draco held it out and nodded. "Ready."

Harry nodded. "Think about something you fear, okay?"

Draco looked at him and nodded. Harry rushed to the door, removed the locking spell he'd placed earlier and went inside.

There were no banshees in the room. But when they looked around, the popping sounds began and there were fifteen Voldemort figures dressed up in clown suits.

"Now that's disturbing," Harry whispered to Draco. "You fear clowns?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

Draco smirked. "I just hate them. I wanted to see Voldemort in a clown suit, that's all." They both laughed. Now, the boggarts were confused. Before the Voldermorts-in-clown-suits could change, they started hexing the boggarts.

It was a while before they had killed all of the boggarts in the room. The room was full of smoke and it was hard to find Seamus. Draco muttered a spell and the smoke in the room suddenly vanished.

Harry conjured more candles. After he added twenty of them, they spotted Seamus, lying unconsciously on the floor near one of the cabinets. Harry and Draco looked at each other. They held hands and walked toward him.

Harry bent to shake Seamus., but before he could reach for him, Harry noticed the pool of blood surrounding Seamus. He stood up quickly and looked at Draco with wide eyes.

"I think he's dead," Draco said tonelessly before Harry could speak. "I mean, he's lucky if he's alive after losing all that blood." He pointed on the floor.

Harry looked at his fellow Gryffindor. After his face went calm, he heard running footsteps. Both of them turned around and waited for the people who were coming. They quickly released hands.

Dumbledore, McGonagall and Filch halted at the door and McGonagall suddenly started to speak.

"What happened here? Explain yourselves."

"I think I should do the explaining, Potter?" Draco looked at Harry with his cold gray eyes. Harry nodded as he lowered his head.

Draco looked at the adults. "I was just doing my Prefect duties, Professors and Mr. Filch, when all of a sudden, I saw Potter here roaming around near the library." He looked at Harry. His head was still hung.

"Potter and I, uhm," he looked at the adults, "were exchanging a few words and all of a sudden, we heard this awful screaming. Potter and I ran towards here but the screaming died when we got here. When I opened the door, we noticed that this room was full of cabinets and I figured that this was where the boggarts were locked, inside these cabinets, after Mr. Filch caught them." He looked at Filch, who nodded. Draco did the same.

Draco continued: "We have killed all the boggarts since there were two of us, and of course, the boggarts were confused. After we killed them, we found a body lying on the floor. And it looks like one of Potter's friends." He pointed at Seamus' body.

"Oh dear," Professor McGonagall gasped. "Is that Finnegan, Potter?"

"Yes." Harry's head was still lowered.

Professor Dumbledore went to check if Seamus was still alive but he couldn't find a pulse. He got up and placed both of his hands on Harry's shoulder.

"Harry, I'm sorry but Seamus is gone," Dumbledore said softly.

"I know," Harry raised his head and Dumbledore saw tears on his eyes. "It's just that, if I hadn't fought with Malfoy, I could have arrived sooner."

"Potter," McGonagall interrupted, "I'm sure you did your best. We know that Seamus was your friend and I'm sorry for what happened."

Harry sobbed. "I just feel so helpless." McGonagall sniffed while Dumbledore hugged Harry.

"Come on, Harry." Dumbledore patted his back as he released his hug. "You need to rest now. I will inform the Finnegans about their son tomorrow. Mr. Filch?" He looked over at Argus. "Please take Seamus' body to the infirmary and I will soon follow to explain to Poppy what happened."

Filch nodded.

Dumbledore looked at Harry again. "Those screams that you and Mr. Malfoy heard were screams from a banshee. I believe that Mr. Finnegan was afraid of Banshees." Harry nodded. "I will ask around about this situation. But I'm pretty sure that Mr. Finnegan was looking for a place to meet someone.

Harry looked at him, trying to hide the shocked look. "What do you mean, Sir?"

Dumbledore patted Harry's shoulder. "Mr. Filch has seen Mr. Finnegan roaming around the corridors very late at night. This was not his first time to be out of bed this late, Harry. I believe he was supposed to meet someone, but he may have entered the wrong room."

"Oh." Harry was relieved. He had been sure that Dumbledore had figured it was him and Draco who plotted the whole thing.

"Now Harry, Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore said. "Go back to your dormitories. I will tell the whole school tomorrow about this at breakfast."

With that, Harry nodded and left the room. His head was lowered again, and Draco followed him. They were quiet while going downstairs.

When they reached the first floor and had to separate, Harry raised his head and looked at their surroundings. Draco did the same thing, checking to see if they were followed, but no one was there.

They looked at each other. Harry's eyes were very bright and shimmering from the tears that he had shed while Malfoy's eyes were dark and cold. When they had locked their gaze, both of them smiled wickedly and turned around to go to their respected dormitories.

End