Harry, Draco, and the Great Titanic

CHAPTER ONE

Draco Malfoy sat in nothing but a pair of pink tighty-whiteys that his mother had bought him. Of course, it had to be strip-poker day that the only pair of knickers he had clean were the ones that had been placed in the load of whites that he mixed with his best red socks. The outcome was most embarrassing to have to wear in front of all of his most manly friends.

Draco had always been an excellent poker player because of his brilliant poker face. This game of strip poker ended in whoever became nude first won the game. Once the cards were dealt, Draco would begin giggling uncontrollably. If he were dealt a good hand, he would giggle because he knew he was going to win. If he were dealt a bad hand, he would giggle because one of the other players was going to remove a piece of their clothing. Therefore, Draco sat there at his poker table, surrounded by four other men, giggling uncontrollably. But this time it was for pretty much both reasons. He was head on with the most gorgeous guy at the whole table, as all the other players had already folded. This last round determined the winner.

Draco glanced through the winnings gathered in the center of the table, wondering whether any of it was really worth giving up the sight of this gorgeous guy, (who would be knickerless) for, when his eyes fell upon two tickets for the R. M. S. Titanic, the most luxurious ship in the world.

Which idiot put those bad boys in there? Ha ha, two people, one room. There is no way I'm giving up those wonderful tickets, not even to see that hot, sexy, sweating body displayed before me, and that large hard . . . Draco stopped suddenly, realizing every person in the room was staring at him

Damn, I always do that, he thought aloud again.

The gorgeous guy eyed Draco intensely, licking his finger and dragging it slowly down his muscular body, causing Draco to bite his lower lip. This was a bad habit which happened whenever he got too horny. He then laid down his cards, showing the table a pair of queens. Immediately, Draco returned to his uncontrollable giggling. This continued for several more minutes before Draco's best friend, Fred Weasley, smacked him upside the head.

"Get a grip on yourself mate. God damn it, just lay the cards down, you bet all my mother's money," Fred said in a thick Russian accent.

Draco stifled his laughter and suddenly became very serious, and he turned to face Fred in amazement.

"Since when does your mother have money Weasley?" he sneered. He felt the ways of his old life seeping through the barrier that he had so carefully put up over the last few years. All that counseling, and endless nights of crying weren't all for nothing. He took a deep breath and pushed his old ways deep down.

"You really gotta work on keeping your thoughts inside your head, mate," Fred said.

Draco ignored him. Deciding it was time to declare this night's strip-poker winner, he slammed a full house onto the table, while ripping off his pink tighty-whiteys at the same time. He scooped his winnings into a bag and leapt out the door, searching for the entrance to board the Titanic; his clothes lay forgotten. Both Fred and that one gorgeous guy raced out the door after him, both expecting to be the owner of the second ticket.

Once they had caught up to him, the two men found Draco having his hair checked through. They heard him mumble something that sounded like 'Damn Muggles, what the hell is lice anyways?'

Two guard like men, waiting nearby, one dark, and the other looking like he could have been the male version of Martha Stewart, attacked them with combs, explaining to them about a horrible monster named Lice. After a few moments had passed, the men declared both Fred and Draco "Lice free," but to the gorgeous guy, they told him that the monster lived within his golden hair and that he would need to stay behind, so as not to contaminate the other passengers.

Fred gave a whoop of joy and ran over to stand at Draco's side. "I guess that means I own that second ticket, eh?" he said, throwing a grin at his friend.

However, the gorgeous guy was not taking the news very lightly. Anyone could tell by the look on his face that he was not pleased, and even Draco looked a little disappointed. But Fred wasn't the only one that appeared happy by the absence this man would be showing on the ship, for the gorgeous guy was making quite a scene, which meant the waiting guards would be allowed to take him away and do with him whatever they pleased. And the thought of having a blonde haired beauty at their mercy was most exciting and both the guards were giggling over their many fantasies. They each held onto one of his arms and held him tight, as if he were a prize that they were afraid of losing. But even both of them put together was not enough to hold back the strength that escaped that muscular, angelic body, and he pulled himself out of their grasp. Pulling himself up to his full height, towering over Draco, he began his last goodbye.

"I hope you're bloody happy," he yelled. "You don't even know what you're missing out on, leaving me behind. I tell you now, even promise you that this bloody ship will be at the bottom of the bloody ocean before it catches its first glimpse of America."

The guards had been waiting for a moment like this to occur. The dark haired guard pulled out a pair of handcuffs, but the second guard put a hand out to stop him, while with the other hand, he pulled out a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs. The guards exchanged a grin, then slapped the cuffs on him and led him away through the crowd. Draco knew what he had just lost and also that Fred could never satisfy all of his manly needs. He stood there watching the last of his blonde beauty fading into the distance, when a high pitched scream brought him out of his dark thoughts. He looked around him, trying to see where the scream had come from, but could find no little girl in sight. Once again the blood-curdling scream filled the air. He turned around to see that the screamer was, not only not a little girl, but it was his friend, Fred. He was standing wide eyed, facing the ocean, pointing at the Titanic, which by now was several feet away from the dock. Draco let out a curse and pushed Fred out of the way, plunging into the water. Fred called after him, shouting about how shocking his display would be, on boarding the grandest ship in the nude. He continued to yell for a couple more minutes before giving up and diving into the water, swimming towards the ship.

The ship attendants had been watching the commotion and helped the two young men into the ship. Many passengers had also been watching and came down to see what had happened, but most were too shocked by Draco's indecency that they all turned away.

Draco pulled Fred to his feet and straightened out his sleek blonde hair. He glanced around him for something to cover his nudity. His eyes fell upon the coat that the attendants wore. He stripped the nearest attendant of his coat, and wrapped it around himself before striding away to find his room.