Hogwarts Pretty Boy- Sequel to Durmstrung Pretty Boy (2 of 3)

Chapter 9

As I crash into Salazar Slytherin's chambers, Harry walks out of the lavatory and looks me over in concern "Were have you been?"

I ignore him as I push past him and into the lavatory. As I hold my mouth under the sink faucet.

While I gulp down water, Harry rants "You can't just disappear for two whole days, Draco!"

I back up and wipe my mouth, before looking to him "Detention." He gives a curious look, before I step towards the toilet to take a piss "Umbridge locked me in a room with Parkinson, Crabbe, and Goyle. Said she would let me go if I admitted I wasn't raped."

He furrows his brow and asks "Are you going to do it?" He furrows his brow and ask "What, did she not feed you?"

"No." I start, before motioning toward my dick "Didn't even let me take a piss. Didn't have water."

He cocks an eyebrow to me and gives an aggravated "She did what?" I sigh and he declares "She can't do that!"

I zip my pants, before remarking "She just did."

He huffs in anger, before deciding "I'll tell Dumbledore about it! He'll stop her!"

"He can't do anything, Harry!" I insist, causing him to give a pissy look "Dumbledore can't do shit anymore."

He furrows his brow, before declaring "I'm going to prove you wrong! Dumbledore can fix this!"

I sigh, before motioning him out "I need to take a shit and a shower. Give me a minute."

~

As we walk through the halls on the way to breakfast, I ask "So, you broke Seamus's nose?"

He cuts me off by stopping in his tracks. When I stop to look back to him, he looks confused "I didn't break his nose."

I cock an eyebrow to him, before declaring "Ron and Hermione told me you did."

He shrugs, before insists "I didn't lay a hand on him." I give a doubting look, before he walks past me.

When we reach the great hall, a crowd surrounds Felch, who climbs down from a ladder. A frame hangs on the wall.

As we walk down the stairs, I spot Hermione towards the back of the crowd.

In confusion, I ask "What's happening?" she motions up the frame and I squint to read it.

It reads: "There is to be assigned seats in all classes, sorted by house. Your professor will give you your seat, in class."

I set my jaw and Harry asks "Why would she do that?"

I sling my arm over his shoulder and lead him towards the great hall "Umbridge want to smother me in trauma to get me to sign away the rapes."

He furrows his brow and asks "Well... what are you going to do?" He runs my stomach, softly.

"Tough through my six classes, and spend the rest of my days, holding onto you." I tell him, before kissing him, firmly.

A smile covers his lips, before he asks "Do you want to pack a lunch and have a picnic?"

I furrow my brow at him and remark "That sounds very gay." He scoffs, before I nod "It's a date."

~

As we sit in the stone circle, I shiver out the disgust of Pansy rubbing up against me for the past three classes.

Harry gives a weak smile as he hands me a sandwich "Are you alright?" I grit my teeth, before unwrapping it and biting into it.

We eat in silence, until I motion towards Hagrid's hut "Do we know where Hagrid went?"

He shakes his head "He just up and left." He shrugs "Hagrid is probably off being Hagrid. He'll be back sooner or later."

As I finish my food, I sling my head to rest it in his lap "How was your morning?"

He leans down to kiss me, before declaring "It would have been better, if I would have been able to sit next to my boyfriend."

I bite my lip, before ordering "Tell me what you wish would have happened today."

"In Transfiguration, I would have snuggled into you and rested my head on your shoulder." He moistens his lips "Maybe I would've rubbed your shoulders as we wrote that memo."

I gasp, playfully "Tell me more." He chuckles, playfully, tilting his head back as he does.

He looks down at me, before remarking "I would've promise to give you a full blown massage, with the candles, massage oil, and nakedness."

I gasp, more dramatically than before and declare "You sure do know how to make a guy blush!"

He laughs, before laying back on the grass and using his arms as a pillow. We lay there, staring up at the sky.

After awhile, he asks "Do you think we'll grow apart, being in different houses?"

I furrow my brow and remind "You've been sleeping in the same bed as me, Harry."

He sighs, before asking "But what if all this shit with Parkinson, Crabbe, and Goyle, spit us up?"

I sit up and stare him straight in the eyes "I won't let them split us up." I insist.

He furrows his brow and asks "But how do you know?" He asks and I can't think of a way to to answer.

After a long moment, I lay next to him and hug him to me "I simply won't let them."

He sighs, before running his fingers through my hair "Regardless of if we stay together or not... I'll always gravitate back to you."

I furrow my brow and ask "What is that supposed to mean?"

He shrugs, before looking over my facial features "No matter how bad we may fight, or if we separate. I'd always bend back to you, if you'd have me."

I give a weak smile, before ordering "Let's not talk about what would happen if we broke up."

He gives a short nod, before giving me a soft kiss "I love you."

I smile, weakly, at him, before declaring "I love you, too."