Stuck

STUCK

That blond hair

Those gray eyes

His soft touch

"Fuck," Harry screamed from the empty dormitory, "Fuck Fuck Fuck!" Shit Harry thought franticly. What the hell am I going to do? This cannot be good. Shit!!!!!! My dick is fucking stuck in a mother fucking shampoo bottle. Shit!!!!!!!! He tried frantically to pull it out, but it did not work, and it hurt like hell. "Ron? Hermione?" he yelled, "I have a small problem and I could use some help." Harry heard a bump, some yells, and a series of crashes.

"Harry, are you all right?" he heard Hermione call from the girl's dormitory. She sounded very odd. Then he heard, "Ron stop that," and some giggling. Oh my God Harry thought they're at it again. That's the third time today and, it's only two o'clock, but I can't really blame them. I'm happy if they're happy. I guess, but I wish I could get some action every once and a while. His thoughts turned once again to the boy with the blond hair.

"Yes, Hermione I'm fine. Just go back to what you were doing. I'll be O.K.," Harry said and, it was a good thing Hermione didn't see his facial expression because she would not have believed him. Ron and Hermione did a good job not letting their relationship get in the way of their friendship with Harry, but sometimes Harry still felt a little left out. Not that he wanted to see them at it. No, that would be gross.

"O.K. Harry if you say so," she called back. Harry heard more crashes and, he heaved a big sigh. There's no real reason to disturb them, and there is still one more person I can ask for help. I didn't want it to come to this, but oh well. It's time I tell him anyway. He sort of has a right to know. Harry felt very bad lying to him. It's time this ended.

He picked up a two-way mirror off his nightstand. Carvings of dragons flew up and down the frame of the mirror. "A personal touch," Draco had said. Then Harry had added carvings of stags that ran around the border of Draco's mirror. "A personal touch," he had mocked. Draco had then thrown something at him. Harry smiled at the memory.

It was also kind of sad in an odd sort of way. He and Draco had become fast friends over the summer between sixth and seventh year, but when they got back to Hogwarts the only way they could communicate were two-way mirrors and secret meetings because neither of the boys wanted to be disowned from their houses.

"Draco," he called into the mirror, "Can you hear me?" There was no response. "Draco! Draco," he called louder. There was still no response. "Draco, pick up the dam mirror or I'll tell the whole school that you think I'm sexy."

Shortly after that Draco's image appeared in the mirror. His hair was rumpled, and he was buttoning his shirt. He had the buttons in the wrong holes, and the shirt was on inside out. Not him too. First Ron and Hermione, now him. Is everyone at it today except me? Harry thought glumly.

"Hey, Potter don't get your boxers in a knot. I'm here," Draco drawled, "What's up?"

"Malfoy, can Pansy, Blaise," an evil smile crept over Harry's face, "Goyle, or whichever girl your shagging hear you?" asked Harry.

"No, Blaise has gone into a sort of shock. That happens to most people after I've shagged them," Draco said with a smug look on his face.

"Are you really that bad?"

"Shut up. Now, Potter, what's the problem? As you can see I'm kind of busy."

"Are you sure she can't hear me?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Now, what happened?"

"Well, I was jacking off," Harry hissed, "and... I got my dick stuck in a shampoo bottle," he said quickly. Then he added, "and it won't come out."

Draco burst out laughing. "That's nice. Now, what really happened?"

"That's really what happened."

"No, it didn't."

"Yes, it did."

"No, it didn't."

"Draco, get your ass up here now."

"I don't think I will. Blaise really isn't a bad shag."

Harry heard Blaise in the background, "Draco, ravish me this second."

Draco's image began to leave the mirror. "Draco," Harry called, "I'll let you borrow my invisibility cloak. So, you can look in the girl's changing room without being caught."

His image repapered. "Shall I bring my knife?" he asked.

"Get up here now," Harry hissed as he threw a spare shirt over the mirror.

* * * * *

"Draco, ravish me now," Blaise screamed.

"Can't, darling," Draco responded, "I'm off to get Harry Potter's dick from a shampoo bottle." He picked up his wand from the bedside table and started out the door.

"Draco, you're gay?" Blaise asked. She sounded genuinely surprised and also a little drunk which would make sense. She had consumed a lot of alcohol.

"No, darling, I'm not. I'll be back soon. Don't worry," Draco called from half way down the stairs.

He continued down the stairs, out of the common room, up the many flights of stairs, down the numerous corridors until he reached the portrait of the fat lady that was the entrance to Gryffindor tower. Great, Potter, good job. I don't know the password. How am I supposed to get in? Draco thought.

"You're the blond, Slytherin that my students are always talking about, aren't you?" the fat lady asked.

"That depends. What do they say?" Draco asked coolly. Portrait or not, Draco still had a way with women. Over the summer one of the portraits a Malfoy Manner had even had a wild crush on him, and kept following him around. Draco thought this was all very amusing, and had let it carry on until the poor, love stricken girl had followed him into the bathroom. After this happened, Draco had the portrait burned.

The fat lady began to look at Draco very peculiarly, "I can see why that one likes you. Oh yes, that one really likes you, but the red headed one does not. You know he even based the password on you," she gasped, "I didn't say that."

"So, Weasley used the password to make fun of me. Let me think." Draco thought. What was the last thing Weasley said to me? Then he exclaimed, "I know 'ferret face must die'."

The door to the Gryffindor common room slowly swung open. Draco stepped in and crept up the stairs to Harry's dormitory.

* * * * *

"Finally," Harry said. He breathed a sigh of relief. He sat on his bed facing the wall. He only had on his boxers and the Gryffindor house tee shirt. "I thought you'd never get here. Now, I hope you have a plan because I don't."

As Harry spoke Draco stood near the door and couldn't seem to move. He was almost speechless. He wasn't quite sure why. All he could think about was the gap where Harry's skin showed in between his boxers and his shirt.

When Draco finally recovered his voice he said, "I didn't expect you to, but somehow I don't have a plan either." He made himself comfortable on the bed opposite from Harry's.

"Draco, we've got to think of something." They sat and thought. Draco began to rifle through all of Ron's possessions and made small noises of disapproval until Harry told him to stop messing around and think of something.

"Have you tried pulling it off?"

"Yes, it hurt."

"Have you tried using soap?"

"Yes."

"Did it work?"

"If it worked we wouldn't still be sitting here trying to figure out how to get this dam shampoo bottle of my dick, now would we."

"Someone's a little grumpy today," Draco said with a sly grin, "Now, why were you jacking off with a shampoo bottle anyway?"

"Don't ask. Just think." Some time past. They both sat in thought.

"I brought my knife. I could cut it off."

"I'm not letting you or your knife anywhere near my dick," Harry said with gritted teeth.

"Why didn't I think of this before?" Draco exclaimed, "Accio shampoo bottle." The bottle flew across the room towards Draco with Harry still attached to it. It pulled Harry off the bed and across the room to where Draco sat perched on the end of Ron's bed. Then the shampoo bottle came off and landed in Draco's hand, and Harry fell forward on top of Draco. Now they were both sprawled on Ron's bed.

Draco saw Harry give him a weird look. Is he blushing? Draco thought. No, he couldn't be. Potter is the straightest person I know, but Harry made no move to get off Draco. Draco grew more and more suspicious (and hopeful though Draco wouldn't admit it to himself that he was) of Harry's sexuality every second.

"Thanks, Draco," Harry mumbled. He still hadn't gotten off Draco.

"Who were you thinking about when you were jacking off anyway?" Draco inquired both dreading and anticipating the answer.

"Well, all give you two hints: platinum blond and in our year."

"Mandy Brocklehurst, I knew it! I knew it! She is hot! Good choice," Draco yelled excitedly. He rolled out from under Harry and sat up, eyes shinning. His happiness was a cover up for his disappointment.

It's now or never Harry thought. He took a deep breath and said, "No, Draco, not Mandy."

Draco glanced back at Harry and said, "But, Harry, there aren't any other platinum blond girls in our year."

"You're right," Harry said miserably.

"Harry, you... you like boys?"

"Yes," Harry said as he looked absolutely miserable, "I'll understand if you never want to talk to me again." The other boy ignored his comment.

"Harry, am I the only platinum blond boy in our year?"

"Yes, Draco you are." Harry was looking more and more depressed by the second.

Draco leaned down and kissed Harry hard on the lips. Harry looked back quizzically.

"Draco, you're gay too?"

"Yes, Potter, you nimrod. Now get over here."

* * * * *

(An hour and a half later)

Harry lay on his bed. He was kind of in shock. Draco was good. Draco lay beside him twirling his fingers through Harry's hair.

Suddenly Draco sat up quickly and swore. "Bloody Hell!"

"What is it, Draco?"

"What am I going to tell Pansy, Blaise, Ginny, and Lavender?"

"What about Goyle?"

"Oh yah," Draco said without thinking, "Him too."

~fin~