Dragon Tamer

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Dragon Tamer

Chapter 12: Revenge

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The next morning, Draco was still fuming at Harry for having the audacity to humiliate him in front of his housemates. He had decided there were two ways he could deal with Harry now. One, sulk all day and refuse to speak to him or snog him. This was a good option, but ultimately, Draco knew his own weaknesses and Harry's strengths. He had realized that generally speaking, what Harry Potter wants Harry Potter will get, and if that he wanted Draco Malfoy then the Slytherin was going to be hard pressed to stop him. Not to mention stopping him would probably be the furthest thing from Draco's mind if Harry managed to get within snogging distance.

No, the second scheme was so much more appropriate, and would be so much more fun to execute. Draco carefully chose his outfit for the day. He needed to look devastatingly gorgeous for this. Not that devastatingly gorgeous wasn't he usual state of affairs, but still. He chose black dress pants, a grey cashmere sweater that fit very well and matched his eyes exactly, and his best robes over everything. He left the gel out of his hair for a change. He'd noticed Harry seemed to have a thing for running his hands through the blonde locks, might as well make it look more touchable than ever. He looked in the mirror triumphantly. Perfect.

No one humiliates a Malfoy and gets away with it, he thought to himself with a wicked smirk. Not even Harry fucking Potter.

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Draco's appearance didn't go unnoticed by his housemates, who tore their eyes away from Harry Potter long enough to give Draco some very appreciative stares. Best of all though, Harry, across the hall at the Gryffindor table, couldn't take his eyes off him and kept looking at Draco in a way that made the blonde go all shivery inside. Draco pretended not to notice, talking with Blaise animatedly and enjoying his breakfast. Finally, Draco lifted his eyes and made eye contact with Harry. He sent the Gryffindor a sexy smile, then oh-so-casually got up from the Slytherin table and headed for the doors. Right before he walked through the door he looked over his shoulder and winked at Harry, then took off walking down the corridor.

He didn't have to look back to know that Harry had just made his excuses to his housemates, jumped up from the Gryffindor table, and was now following Draco as fast as his feet could carry him.

Draco made sure to stay ahead of Harry, ducking through corridors, practically running, knowing Harry enjoyed a good chase as much as he did - they both weren't seekers for nothing. Finally, he dashed into an empty classroom and as Harry ran past reached out and grabbed him by the robes, yanking him backwards into the room and slamming the door behind him. He proceeded to slam Harry up against the wall and kiss him roughly. Harry's arms immediately locked around Draco's waist, pulling the Slytherin tight against his own body.

Draco tore his lips from Harry's and began to suck and bite at his neck. He snaked his hands into Harry's robes, untucking Harry's shirt and running his hands over the brunette's bare torso. Harry moaned quietly and buried his hands in Draco's hair and his face in Draco's neck. Draco quickly dropped his hands to Harry's pants and began undoing his belt.

Harry looked up, eye dark with passion, lips and cheeks flushed, and murmured, "What are you doing?" into Draco's ear. Draco kissed him hungrily, and having gotten his pants open plunged his hand into them.

"Paying you back for yesterday," the blonde said sweetly and completely truthfully, knowing Harry would assume he was talking about earth-shattering blowjob and not Harry's little prank. Harry shuddered and gasped under Draco ministrations. Draco watched him, a hint of a smirk on his lips. Harry was thrashing against the wall, eye screwed shut, head shaking back and forth. Just where Draco wanted him.

Harry was teetering on the brink of what promised to be an excellent orgasm when Draco suddenly stopped and stepped back. Harry's eyes flew open in shock.

"Oh dear, would you look at the time?" Draco said in mock horror. "I simply must be going. Don't want to be late for class." He watched with glee as the horrible realization dawned on Harry's face, mixing with disbelief and frustration.

"Draco..." the brunette began in a dangerous tone of voice. "You aren't seriously planning on leav - "

"See you in class, Harry," Draco said cheekily, and ran out of the room before Harry could do anything more than gape at him, smirking in triumph at the frustrated groan that followed him out of the room.

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By some miracle Harry made it to the potions classroom only one minute late. He tried to slip in quietly, but Draco burst out "There you are, Harry" very loudly, thus halting any of Harry's attempts to be stealthy. Snape eyed him with a look that Harry did not like at all.

"Sit down, Potter. That will be ten points from Gryffindor. I would give you detention for being late, but I daresay that you might be hoping for it," Snape drawled with a raised eyebrow. Shit. Snape had read the article. Harry groaned inwardly, remembering the part that suggested he enjoyed role-playing "Detention with the Potions Professor." Muffled giggles were flitting through the class, and Harry felt his cheeks beginning to burn. He prayed that Snape was done, but as usual, his wishes never came true when it came to Snape.

"No witty come back, Potter? I'm surprised. I was expecting you to try to be naughty on purpose so that I'd be forced to give you detention and maybe even to discipline you properly," he said suggestively. The Slytherins howled with laughter, and even the Gryffindors couldn't fight back the giggles. Draco was positively shaking with mirth, and with cheeks flaming Harry took his seat next to him, glaring at his boyfriend.

As Snape mercifully began to lecture, he whispered "Malfoy, you horrid brat, I can't believe what you just did to me. It wasn't enough to leave me in such a state in that classroom, you made me late on purpose so that Snape would have the perfect opportunity to mock me, didn't you?" Draco, who was wiping tears of laughter out of his eyes, smiled angelically.

"Well, I did tell you that I was paying you back for yesterday. Maybe you just misunderstood me," he whispered back, eyes wide open and innocent. Harry groaned and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "stupid, runty little git" under his breath. Draco immediately put his hand in the air.

"Professor Snape, sir, Harry's calling me names. Maybe you should punish him," he suggested in best 'teacher's pet' voice, and Harry froze. Snape locked eyes with Draco, and Harry could practically see the unspoken agreement between them: Potter's going down. Snape sent him a malicious grin, and Harry slunk down in his seat. This had disaster written all over it.

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Lunchtime found Harry on the Quidditch pitch, flying at breakneck speed, trying to work off both the embarrassment of that stupid Potions class and the sexual frustration Draco had left him with. He had skipped lunch not to avoid his housemates and their teasing, which he could have handled, but to avoid Draco, whom Harry suspected was not finished exacting his revenge yet.

The only good point of the day so far had been when Seamus apologized to him for his actions the other day, promising that it wouldn't happen again. He had forgiven Seamus easily, although he did warn the Irishman that Draco would be a little harder to convince. Seamus winced slightly, remembering his last encounter with the blonde, but told Harry he planned to apologize to Draco at lunch.

Draco was sitting at his house table, chatting with Blaise, enjoying his lunch and wondering where Harry was when Seamus approached him.

"Ahoy there, Malfoy. Can I speak to you for a minute?" Draco narrowed his eyes.

"What do you want, Finnigan?" he spat, looking venomous and dangerous. Seamus screwed up every ounce of Gryffindor courage he had, and looked Draco directly in the eyes.

"I want to apologize," he said bravely, "For trying to make a move on Harry. It was wrong and I'm sorry. And it won't happen again." Draco opened his mouth to speak, but Blaise beat him to it.

"You tried to make a move on Potter behind Draco's back? And you're still standing? I'm impressed," Blaise said admiringly, and Draco turned to glare at him.

"Blaise, would you please shut up before I hex you?" Blaise rolled his eyes and winked at Seamus, who found he was taking rather a liking to Draco's impertinent ex-boyfriend.

Draco, in the mean time, was looking at Seamus coldly. "Why should I forgive you?" he asked with a sneer. Seamus smiled rather blandly at him.

"Harry forgave me," he said, and Draco immediately perked up.

"You spoke to Harry? When?" he queried.

"Just a little bit ago," Seamus responded, sneaking another glance at Blaise, who was watching him with quite a bit of interest as well.

"Do you know where he is now?" Draco was quite eager to know.

"Quidditch pitch, probably. Said he was going flying because he needed to work off some frustration. Wouldn't tell me anything else though." Draco smirked, delighted.

"Tell you what, Finnigan," he said, his tone compromising. "You give me the password to the Gryffindor Quidditch locker room and I will forgive you for trying to snog my boyfriend."

Seamus looked at him warily. "I don't know, Malfoy. You might be planning to sabatoge our team."

"I'm not, I promise," Draco said earnestly. "I just know that Harry always showers after he flies hard and I thought I might...surprise him," he said meaningfully, and Seamus caught his drift right away.

"Oh! Well in that case the password's Snitch Master." Draco took off from his seat and ran out of the Great Hall. Seamus muttered "Go get him, tiger," under his breath, and Blaise grinned appreciatively. Then he took in Seamus's sandy hair, bright baby blues and to-die-for Irish accent, and his grin became rather predatory.

"I don't believe we've met," he purred at the Gryffindor, holding out his hand. "Blaise Zabini. Notorious flirt with an unusual penchant for pots of gold and leprechauns."

Seamus shook his hand, returning Blaise's grin and taking a good, long look at the other wizard - dark hair, dark eyes, killer body. Utterly delicious. "Very pleased to meet you," he replied, sending a slow, sexy smile back at the Slytherin, and you could practically see the sparks flying across the table in the Great Hall.

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Harry was just stepping out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, when he heard the door to the locker room open. He waited a moment but heard nothing but silence.

"Hello?" he called out tentatively, wondering who had just come in. Out of nowhere a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and a voice spoke into his ear.

"Hello indeed," said Draco silkily, snaking his hands up Harry's body, pleased when Harry's breath hitched. The Slytherin began to plant kisses on Harry's neck, shoulders and upper back, immensely enjoying the taste of Harry's wet skin and noting the shivering which seemed to be taking over the Gryffindor's body.

"How...how did you get in here?" Harry managed to ask, as Draco's hands slowly began their descent on his body.

"I'm a Slytherin, remember? Devilishly cunning and sneaky," Draco replied, now alternating his kisses with gentle bites.

"I don't know about cunning and sneaky, but you are definitely devilish. And you better not be teasing me again, or I swear you'll be sorry," Harry threatened, even as he gave in to Draco's caresses.

"I'll be sorry, will I?" Draco purred into Harry's ear, not scared in the slightest. "And why is that?" he asked, his hands ghosting back and forth over Harry's impressive abdominal muscles, immensely enjoying the way that Harry was quickly turning into putty under his hands.

'Because I'll...I'll...ohgod," he gasped, as Draco slid his hands under the towel.

"My my, that does sound horrible," Draco teased as Harry leaned back against him, his knees becoming weak. "I'm shaking in my boots now."

"Shut it, you," rasped Harry, forgetting his worries as he closed his eyes in ecstasy. Draco enjoyed Harry's weight against his body for a few moments before pulling him over to a bench to sit down. He gently pushed Harry onto his back, hovering over him, kissing away any leftover drops of water on his chest. He paused for a moment to admire the sight below him - Harry with wet hair, glistening body, glittering eyes and smelling fresh and clean, like shampoo and body wash and all manner of yummy shower type things. God, but he was gorgeous. It was going to be a real shame to leave him unsatisfied again.

Draco's momentary pause seemed to return some of Harry's wits. He tried speaking again. "Draco, I'm serious here, you almost killed me when you left this morning. Don't you dare leave me again."

"Harry, I'm hurt. Do you really think I'd do something like that?" Draco smirked playfully. Whatever Harry had been going to reply was morphed into a low moan as Draco ripped open the towel and brought his mouth crashing down.

Harry quickly forgot that there was a chance Draco could be riling him up for revenge and lost himself in the amazing sensations that were pouring over his body. Draco was licking and sucking and it just felt so good that Harry couldn't think about anything else. He whimpered and writhed under Draco hands and mouth and just when things were about to get really really good Draco stopped and stepped back. Again.

"Where does the time go?" Draco said mockingly, taking a few steps back towards the door of the locker room. "Seems like things are just getting good and we have to head back to class, doesn't it, Harry?"

Harry looked ready to scream in frustration and his mouth was hanging open in disbelief. "You're not serious...you wouldn't...not again."

Draco smiled charmingly at his boyfriend. "Is something wrong, love?"

"Draco Lucius Malfoy," Harry began, his frustration turning into anger as he stood up and took a step towards Draco, his eyes flashing, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I'm teaching you," Draco said in a voice as sweet as sugar, "that no one humiliates a Malfoy and gets away with it. Not even you." And before Harry could pounce he ducked out of the locker room and ran back to the castle.

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By the time classes finished and dinner rolled around, Harry was determined to avoid Draco like the plague. God only knows when the Slytherin would feel that revenge had been had and would stop with the teasing, and until that point Harry didn't want to be anywhere near the vengeful little blonde.

He was even skipping dinner, only heading briefly to the kitchens for food to take back up to his room where he planned to barricade himself for the rest of the night. Unfortunately for him, his boyfriend was what you might call a "textbook Slytherin" and had easily anticipated the Gryffindor's next move. Thus Draco could be found in the corridor with the entrance to the kitchens, leaning back against the wall looking cool as a cucumber.

"There you are, love," the blonde said easily, fixing Harry with a predatory look. Harry's eyes widened into huge green emeralds at the sight of Draco, who gave him a very rapacious smile and began walking towards him.

"Oh no you don't," said Harry, backing up as quickly as he could while Draco advanced. "You stay away from me."

"Harry, what on earth is wrong?" Draco asked sweetly, his tone belied by the devious expression on his face. "Aren't you happy to see your boyfriend?"

Forgoing all sense of dignity, Harry turned to run. Unfortunately, Draco had anticipated this move too and whipped out his wand, shouting "Impedimenta!" Harry was frozen in his tracks. Draco casually put his wand away and stalked over to Harry.

"Tsk tsk," Draco scolded playfully. "Just where did you think you were going? Now, if you're not going to come with me willingly I'm just going to have to take you by force. Or maybe that's how you like it," Draco leered at him, mischief shinning all over his face. Harry cursed himself inwardly for having the stupidity to fall for Draco Malfoy of all people. He could have had a nice, sensible boyfriend, maybe another Gryffindor or even a Hufflepuff, but noooo. He had to go and fancy the Slytherin Prince of Darkness himself, who was obviously evil as all get out and now apparently hell bent on revenge.

Draco dragged Harry into an empty classroom right by the kitchens and forced him into a chair. He knew the spell would end any moment now so he quickly muttered another spell and Harry found himself bound securely to the chair by soft silk ropes just as the Impediment Jinx wore off. He trashed against his bindings but to no avail: he was tied securely to the chair.

Draco looked on in amusement. "Going somewhere, Potter?" he asked conversationally, and Harry shot him a glare.

"Alright, Malfoy, you twisted fiend, you've had your fun. Now let me go," he commanded imperiously. Draco looked at him incredulously.

"I have Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, one of the uncontested hottest men in the wizarding world tied up in an empty classroom where I can have my wicked way with him, and you want me to let you go?" he paused, eyes glinting impishly. "Not bloody likely." And with that he crawled onto Harry's lap, straddling him.

Harry scowled. "This isn't funny, Draco." Draco's eyes were almost sparkling in amusement.

"Yes it is," he teased, running his hands through Harry's glossy black hair, letting the sleek locks flow through his fingers. He leaned in to kiss Harry but the Gryffindor yanked his head away so the Slytherin's lips met his cheek. Undaunted, Draco began to nibble on his ear.

"What do you want from me?" Harry growled, sexual frustration and the unlikelihood of alleviation putting him in a very bad temper. Draco gave him a very engaging smile.

"An apology."

"That's it? An apology? Okay, I'm sorry for not using a Silencing spell, Merlin, I'm so sorry, so fucking sorry, now for the love of all things holy will you please stop teasing me?"

"Hmm...let me think about it," Draco answered, wickedly moving his hips against Harry. Harry groaned but there was nothing he could do.

"Malfoy, you are such a fucking little brat, you know that?" Yes, Harry was in a very bad temper indeed.

"Calling me names isn't very nice, you know," Draco pointed out unhelpfully. Harry glared at him menacingly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, does it make you unhappy? Are you upset? Why don't you try walking around with a raging hard-on all day because your stupid boyfriend decides to punish you for something you did to him that he really really deserved in the first place!"

"You know, I don't think you're really sorry at all," Draco said, pouting. "I'm leaving, and you can just think about what you did. Maybe when I come back you'll feel more like giving me a real apology."

And with that, he climbed off the seething Gryffindor and stalked off to the kitchen; leaving Harry tied to a chair in an empty classroom, horny, frustrated, and generally ready to kill.

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Harry had been sitting alone in the classroom trying unsuccessfully to break loose from his bonds for only about two minutes when the door opened.

"About fucking time - " he started to say, but the words died on his lips when he saw that the newcomers were not Draco.

"Oh my God, Natasha, that's Harry Potter." Harry couldn't decide between screaming in frustration or spontaneously combusting in embarrassment. He had just been found by two sixth year girls, one Ravenclaw, one Slytherin. Could this day get any worse?

The Ravenclaw continued speaking to her friend. "What the hell is he doing here?"

The Slytherin girl, Natasha, shrugged. "Beats me. Let's ask." She turned to Harry. "Harry Potter, right?" she asked with a friendly smile, as if it was a completely everyday occurrence to come across the Boy-Who-Lived tied to a chair in an empty classroom, looking frustrated and debauched. Slytherins. If nothing else, you had to admire their composure.

Harry managed a weak nod, and steeled up his courage to appeal to the newcomers. "Look, um, I don't suppose you girls would be interested in helping me out, would you?" he asked, sending the two a very charming grin. The two girls giggled, and Harry decided that shameless flirting might be the best way to get out of this situation.

He smiled his most persuasive smile at the two, and he could practically see them melting. "It's not that I don't fancy being tied up in the company of two gorgeous young ladies like yourselves," and here the two girls giggled again, "But it would be ever so helpful if you two would untie me."

The Ravenclaw composed herself and smiled back at him. "Of course," she said kindly, walking towards him. "After all, it's not everyday you get a chance to help out Harry Potter." Harry beamed at her, feeling that at least one thing was going right today, when the Slytherin girl spoke.

"Emma, wait," she said, and the Ravenclaw girl turned around. Harry had a bad feeling about this. Natasha grinned. "You know, it's not everyday you find Harry Potter tied to a chair in an empty classroom either." Emma looked confused, and her friend continued, a wicked glint in her eyes that gave Harry a very, very bad feeling about this.

"I mean, this is Harry Potter. Look how gorgeous he is. We may never have a chance like this again. We could...leave him tied up for a bit, don't you think?" said Natasha in her most persuasive voice. "Just...have a little fun with him, maybe?"

Harry's mouth dropped open in horror. This could not be happening. This just could not be happening. He was not tied up in an abandoned classroom with two girls eyeing him like he was one big giant chocolate sundae.

"You know," Emma said thoughtfully, "Ever since that article in Wicked Witch Weekly I have to admit I've been dying to have a go at him."

"Exactly!" Natasha exclaimed, now casting a very predatory look at Harry. "Just a little seduction, that's all. No harm done." She muttered a quick spell and the lights instantly dimmed and music began to play.

Emma grinned at her friend. "The rest of the fan club is going to be so unbelievably jealous when we tell them about this," she smirked.

"Definitely," agreed the Slytherin, and they began to walk slowly towards Harry, whose eyes were very wide.

"Wait," Harry began, panic rising in his voice as the two girls advanced on him. "You can't...you wouldn't...I have a boyfriend, he'll kill you."

Natasha smiled rather evilly at him, sliding her robe off her shoulders. "Where is your boyfriend now, Harry?" she purred smoothly, now unbuttoning the first couple buttons of her shirt. "Did he leave you all tied up like this? That wasn't very nice, now, was it?" She slowly crawled into Harry's lap, placing her arms around his neck.

Meanwhile, Emma had maneuvered herself behind Harry and was trailing little kisses up and down his neck. "Not very nice at all," she said silkily, agreeing with her friend. "I mean, anyone could have come in and found you here. You're lucky we found you first."

Harry was fighting a valiant battle to keep his head, but having been left in a state of extreme sexual frustration for the past several hours he was having a hard time not enjoying the feel of all of these hands on his body. He tried to reason with the would-be seductresses. "Okay girls, this is very nice and all, but I'm serious, I have a boyfriend! You have to stop! For Merlin's sake, I'm gay!"

"Are you sure, Harry?" asked Natasha, now unbuttoning Harry's shirt, and Harry groaned. After Cho he had been pretty sure he was gay, but right now he was just as sure he was bi. Emma ran her hands over Harry's chest as her friend slid the shirt down his arms, and Harry shuddered. Yup, looked like he was bi. Well, that ought to make the fan girls happy, at any rate.

Still, Draco was going to be furious. He tried again. "Okay, listen, Emma and Natasha was it? You can't do this, I'm serious, my boyfriend is Draco Malfoy, for God's sake! He's most definitely the jealous type and he's coming back any minute and -

"You talk too much," Emma whispered, and Harry found himself hit by a silencing spell. His eyes flew wide open. He was tied up, unable to make a sound and two girls were quite intent on ravishing him. The worst part was, Draco had left him so desperate and horny all day that his body was really keen on the attentions of the two girls and his mind was slowly putting up less and less of a fight.

Natasha's hands had finished with Harry's shirt and were now toying with Harry's belt. He tried to shout "Stop!" but no sound left his lips. He was debating attempting wandless magic when the door opened.

Draco took in the scene: dimmed lights, sultry music, and two half dressed girls draped on top of his now half-dressed boyfriend. He narrowed his eyes and whipped out his wand.

"Finite Incantatem!" Instantly the lights were back and the music stopped. The two girls whirled around, twin looks of horror on their faces. From his spot tied to the chair Harry tried to shout "I told you so" to the girls, but of course, no sound came out.

"Detention," Draco snarled at the pair. "With Professor Snape. A month. Now get the hell out of here and be glad I'm not cursing you." The girls bolted, obviously terrified of the furious Malfoy heir.

Draco turned and with another flick of his wand, Harry was released and his voice restored. "Explain yourself, Potter," Draco commanded, his silver eyes flashing. Harry gaped at him.

"Explain myself? What the fuck do I have to explain? I was left in an empty classroom, tied to a chair, no means of escape. BY YOU, if you've somehow forgotten."

"Bet you didn't try to stop those girls though, did you?" The jealousy in Draco's voice was so thick you could have cut it with a knife.

Harry was furious at his insinuation. "Actually, Malfoy, I did. I told the girls to stop several times and they hit me with a silencing charm. Wanted to have a go at me thanks to that article, which, again, I might add, is YOUR FAULT. This is ALL your fault. What more do you want from me?"

Draco ignored Harry's protests. "I bet you enjoyed it though, didn't you Potter?" His eyes were narrowed and his voice was low and coated with ice.

"Don't you dare do this, Malfoy," Harry threatened. Now was not the time for Draco's sometimes irrational jealousy to be dominating the conversation. Harry was already at the end of his rope.

"Did you enjoy it?" Draco asked again, raising his voice.

"Draco, don't fuck with me right now," Harry warned him.

"I bet you loved it. I bet you were totally getting off on it. I bet you wish I hadn't walked in. I'll ask you one last time: Did you fucking enjoy it, Potter?" But Draco had pushed Harry too far.

"Yes! Fuck yes! I loved it and was getting off on it and I wish you hadn't walked in and ruined everything, because then maybe I finally would have gotten off today!" Harry shouted, the words leaving his mouth before he thought them through.

Draco's face was clenched in anger, but not before Harry had a chance to see the miserable hurt that flashed over his features. "Fuck you, Potter," he spat, before storming out of the room. Harry took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his anger down, and then left as well, refusing to go after Draco but choosing instead to storm back to Gryffindor tower.

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A couple hours later, Draco could be found walking down the corridors, heading for Gryffindor tower, looking for Harry. He had been so jealous when he walked into the room and saw those girls that he had blamed Harry for things that weren't his fault and then deliberately provoked the brunette into shouting at him. He knew Harry wouldn't cheat on him, and he also knew that as long as he wanted to be with Harry he was going to have to get used to dealing with the ramifications of dating a celebrity - rabid fans and hordes of admirers. He sighed. He owed Harry a big apology, and he intended to give him just that.

He quickened his step, ducking into a rarely-used corridor that he knew provided a way to the tower that would allow him to avoid being caught after curfew. Suddenly, he was startled when someone grabbed his robes from behind and slammed him back into the castle wall, knocking his head hard against the stones.

"Draco." A voice that Draco recognized all too well was permeating Draco's haze of pain and he swallowed nervously. His stomach twisted into knots of pure fury and terror. The voice continued. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to get you alone these days?"

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Harry was sitting in the corner of the common room, staring into the fire. He was still angry at Draco for being such a prick about the entire episode, but he was annoyed with himself as well, for saying something just to hurt the blonde. And he had hurt Draco, he'd seen it clearly on his face. He sighed morosely and went back to staring, garnering sympathetic looks from his nearby friends.

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"Really, Draco, you just don't know how much I love you, do you?" said the voice, sending ice water down Draco's spine and into his stomach.

"No, but I know you're a sick fuck," Draco replied, and the other boy slammed him back against the wall, hard, knocking the wind out of the blonde.

"Now Draco, really, is that anyway to speak to your lover?" Draco shuddered in disgust and desperately tried to wrench away, but a larger body held Draco immobile against the wall as a pair of rough lips came down on his on his own. Draco responded by biting as hard as he could. His assailant cried out in pain.

"You little fucker," he snarled, and promptly sent a punch to Draco's face, sending the blonde reeling and stumbling. Head pounding, Draco attempted to run, but he was tackled from behind, and pinned to the ground. He tried to cry out but another punch to his stomach prevented him from making a sound.

"I'm going to make sure you don't get away this time," the voice said roughly, drawing his wand. A whispered incantation, and Draco found himself bound and gagged on the floor of the dungeon corridor, unable to move or cry for help and at the mercy of a Ravenclaw prefect.

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