Snakes and Hufflepuffs

Snakes And Hufflepuffs

"I'm going to be late!" Harry whispered loudly to Ron. It's not everyday you are late to your Defense Against the Dark Arts class because you’re trapped in a closet. But why would Harry and Ron be trapped in a closet?

"I swear to God, I heard him say that he was going to give him a 'quickie' before class started," Ron whispered back.

"You'd better be right. Hermione is going to kill me, I promised her I was going to sit by her today in DADA. She was going to let me borrow her notes!"

"Well, she's going to shit bricks when you tell her that Draco Malfoy, THE Draco Malfoy, the asshole that has been harassing us for years, is a tweek. A true blue, bonafide, tweek! Wait until Hermione hears about this too! She's going to flip!"

"Gosh, you really need to stop cursing Ron. The only cursing you should be doing is binding people’s bodies, maybe the occasional death curse to those stupid birds that peck at our windows at night. But you shouldn't be..."

"SHHHH! They're here." Ron and Harry threw the invisibility cloak on quickly, just as the door suddenly swung open. Draco Malfoy walked in... NOT alone. Harry and Ron studied the other guy closely - they had no clue as to who he was, but by the colour of his uniform, they could tell that he was from Hufflepuff. "Holy shit!" Ron whispered loudly. "Not only is he a tweek, but with a member of another dorm! A Hufflepuff. Well, I should have known, come on, the name 'Hufflepuff' spells FAG if I have ever..."

"Shut up, Ron!" Harry shouted. He quickly covered his mouth. Luckily, Draco was too busy paying attention to his "friend" to hear Potter's angry outburst at Ron. He shouldn't have gotten so angry, but some of Harry's friends came from Hufflepuff, and the fact that Ron was calling them all "tweeks" made it hard not to. Suddenly his mouth dropped open as he heard some of the dialogue being exchanged between Draco and his "friend".

"So, Marcus, the Hufflepuff house doesn't do much to get noticed around here, do they?" Draco said, playing coy. He ran his finger across Marcus's chin softly and gave a seductive smile. The rise in Marcus's pants showed that his gesture was much appreciated. Marcus was a fairly attractive man. 5' 8", spiked black hair, sparkling green eyes, and pretty muscular. He could have had any lady in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw - heck, he could probably have all the ladies in Slytherin and Griffindor on their knees. But no, he chose men, and Draco Malfoy was his catch.

"Oh, you know what the sorting hat said," Marcus said with a bit of a giggle. "’Where they are just and loyal. Those patient Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil.’ We may not have had our time in the limelight just yet, Drakey, but we will. We will." With this little notion, Marcus slid his hand over Draco's crotch. Again, the rise in the robe, this time Draco's robe, showed this was very much appreciated.

"Drakey? What the hell? They really are a bunch of tweeks! Man, I wish I had a camera! We could..."

"Shut up, Ron! We are going to be late for class! We need to get out of here as fast as possible! Besides, I think I'm going to be sick if they actually do some... oh... my... God..." Suddenly a horrible sight was in front of them: two men, kissing passionately. While Harry was ranting, he must have missed what was going on. Now Draco and Marcus had their lips locked, fondling each other’s crotches wildly. One of them was going to break.

"I can't take this anymore, Marcus!" Draco yelled. "YOU PROMISED ME A QUICKIE! NOW SUCK MY DICK, FAST BEFORE ANY OF THE OTHERS COME!"

"HOLY SHIT!" Ron couldn't control himself. This was the scariest thing he had ever seen, even more scary than Hermione on her period and PISSED. Draco turned his head. He knew they were there. Ron hit his head hard with his fist. "Dammit, Ron... you've gone and done it now."

"Was that you, Weasley? You son of a bitch! Get out here and face me like a man!"

"Great, just the way I wanted to die... two gay guys... one broom stick... and a big asshole. Oh, this isn't going to look good in the paper..." Ron hung his head low. All this time, Harry had been telling him to shut up, yet he ran his mouth off again, and now he was going to be molested by a Hufflepuff and a snake. These "tweeks" were going to rip him apart... and would probably start with the ass. Suddenly someone broke into the room, shouting.

"Draco! You better hurry to your DADA class! Snape saw you bring that Hufflepuff over here and he is PISSED. Get out of here!"

"Hear me now, Weasley. I know it was you watching me!" Suddenly, Draco flung open the closet. There was nothing but darkness...and pink coloured boxers. Marcus raised his eyebrow, as if the sight of them aroused him. "The next time I see you, you're dead, you hear me? And if you spread any rumours, I'll tear your damn heart out!" Draco and Marcus left the room as fast as they could.

Harry and Ron fell to the floor, laughing hysterically. I mean, come on, Draco Malfoy, gay? Who wouldn't laugh? All these years, hiding behind strong muscled men, only to find out that he was probably sucking them off all this time.

"That was close, Ron. Your big mouth almost got us killed. Or worse, raped." Harry put his hand on his rear and laughed. "A broomstick, two gay guys, and one big asshole. Classic line Ron...classic"

"Oh, go to hell Harry!" Suddenly, Ron noticed what time it was. "OH SHIT! WE ARE LATE!" Harry and Ron ran off. With the cloak on, no one knew that they were there...

THE END