But I Need Your Touch Just Too Damn Much

But I need your touch just too damn much

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Im Sturz durch Raum und Zeit, Richtung Unendlichkeit,

Fliegen Motten in das Licht, genau wie du und ich,

Wrap your fingers around my neck.

You don't speak my dialect,

But our images reflect,

Drawn together by the flame,

We are just the same,

Embrace the wind and fall into another time and space,

Gib mir die Hand - ich bau dir ein Schloss aus Sand,

Irgendwie, irgendwo, irgendwann,

If we belong to eachother,

We belong,

Anyplace, anywhere, anytime.

[Nena feat. Kim Wilde]

"Well, it all started at that one day in our seventh year."

Harry cleared his throat, sat himself down on the table and started his tale.

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Harry was staring at the Slytherin table. His spoon was sticking in his chocolate pudding, but he wasn't hungry. He was bored. Harry Potter was thoroughly bored. He just didn't know what to do anymore. Yeah, study, Hermione would say, but he didn't feel like studying. He wanted a challenge.

And therefore he was staring at Draco Malfoy. The blonde Slytherin seemed to be very amused, not bored in the least. Harry sighed. He missed their fights. A couple of weeks ago, Draco 'just' had stopped bothering him.

At first Harry was satisfied, but now he felt lonely and bored. He wondered what made Draco change his mind. Why wouldn't he pick fights with him like before?

Harry sighed again.

"Harry? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Harry murmered and stared at his chocolate pudding. It did look yummy. Image what naughty things you could with that. Wow! Where the hell did that come from?

Harry immediately looked at Malfoy and was surprised to find his grey eyes staring at him already. Argh! I'm turning crazy due to my boredom!

"Harry," whispered Seamus from the other side of the table," You're bored, right?"

Harry nodded fervently. "Yes! Yes I am!" A few Gryffindors looked up from their meals, staring at Harry with confused looks.

"Well," Seamus started mysteriously. "A couple of us guys are going to the Hard Wand Shop tonight. If you want to come?"

The Hard Wand Shop? What was exciting about a wandshop? Harry grunted. "Seamus, what do I need a wandshop for? I'll earlier die of boredom than go there!"

Seamus giggled. "Here, Harry, look!" Seamus had shoved a small paper over the table towards Harry.

The Hard Wand Shop

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At Hogsmeade

Everything a lonely Wizard needs to Harden His Wand

We offer:

various potions and spells concerning Wand Improvement,

a large range of Visual Stimulators,

secluded rooms for Private Meetings and much much more!

"Ow, that wand." Harry blushed.

Seamus grinned and grabbed the paper back. "So, are you in? You look like you can use some relaxation." Seamus winked.

Harry smiled. "Yeah, sure." What could go wrong? It's just a visit to a sexually orientated shop, that couldn't hurt him that much, right? And he was extremely bored! So problem solved!

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It was night. Everybody was asleep. Well, not everybody, only the obedient students.

And so it was that Seamus, Dean, Ron and Harry were exiting the Gryffindor common room, all with exciting looks on their faces. Harry was the only one who didn't know what to expect from this little trip. But then again, Harry was the most innocent of them all.

"Shush!" Harry whispered as they sneaked through the hallways.

Suddenly they all stood still. They had all heard steps, soft steps.

"My, my. Gryffindor boys out after curfew. I think Filch will just love this," a silky voice drawled behind their backs.

"Malfoy!" Harry growled.

Draco only grinned. "But since I'm such a wonderful person, I'll offer you a chance. Either take me with you to your little pervert shop OR I'll scream a bit and Filch will show up."

Harry grabbed Draco by his collar and pushed him against the wall. "You little bastard," Harry whispered.

"Oh dear, Potter, can't control your lust anymore, huh? I know, I'm pretty hot, but please let me go and satisfy whatever needs you have at this shop. I don't like to be touched and especially not by you." Draco smirked.

Harry clasped his hand over Draco's mouth to silence the boy.

As a response Draco slithered his snakish tongue over Harry's palm.

"Uck! Malfoy! You licked me! You licked me! The git licked me!" Harry cried out towards his friends.

Seamus, Dean and Ron were just silent and staring at Harry with a look of utter horror on their faces.

Draco smirked and leaned back on the wall. "So, do you want me to come with you?"

Harry nodded unwillingly and grabbed Draco by his arm. "Hurry then."

"Ooooooh." Draco stared amazed at the Hard Wand Shop.

"Oh, c'mon Malfoy, don't tell me you've never been here to cure yourself from your little problems?" Ron sneered.

Draco huffed. "Yeah, that's believable, Weasley. Everybody knows I'm The Sexgod."

Harry giggled. "You? Sexgod? Whahahaha!"

Draco stared sternly at Harry. "Oh, Harry, don't make me show you the Sexgod that I am."

Harry blushed and ran into the store to be far away from Draco's sexual insinuations.

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"Oh my god! Professor! Did you go to a pornshop?" Rose cried out, her hands clasped in front of her mouth.

Harry blushed and nodded.

Jessica stood up. "Hey, what's wrong with porn? It's just like sex, only a lot less realistic!"

"Yeah, yeah. You and your porn again," Renay winked at Jessica.

"Women! Control yourself," Harry interrupted the trio.

"Yeah, the professor here was trying to tell a story, so shut up!" Rose yelled at Renay and Jessica.

Renay and Jessica both looked at Rose with great amazement in their eyes.

"Hey! It was you who interrupted him in the first place!" Renay said.

"Yes, she's right!" Jessica confirmed.

Rose huffed angrily. "Oh yeah, blame it on the blonde again? Sure, easy."

Jessica giggled.

Renay rolled her eyes and looked at Jessica's way-too-revealing outfit.

"Jessica, you're such a slut!"

"Look who's talking!" Jessica responded and pointed at Renay.

"What? Me? A slut?"

"Yes!"

Renay flushed from anger and stood up.

"Let's see who's the slut here, shall we?" Jessica tried to challenge Renay for a bitchfight.

"Oh, no! You two are not starting a fight!" Rose screamed and jumped between the two women.

Now professor Potter approached them. "Stop this discussion! Both of you are no sluts!"

"Oww, look who's talking!" Rose whispered.

Harry heard the elder woman's words and grinned.

"Well, actually, I was quite the slut."

Rose's mouth fell open. "You were?"

"Urm, shall I continue my story, then?" Harry suggested.

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