Harry was running from the dementor again. Sweat dripped down his forehead,clouding his vision.
He rounded a corner and bumped into half a dozen dementors.
He could hear Voldemort's voice being screamed at him from every direction.
"Stand back, you foolish girl!"
Fog was in his vision.
Then he saw a silver flash, and a cool body that felt good against his own sweaty one. The dementors parted, revealing a bed.
Though Harry has not seen the face of his rescuer, he pulled the smooth body to the bed. The shape of his saver's hips fit perfectly against his, and Harry's hormones coarsed through him, causing the length between his legs to expand.
The smooth body turned him around, revealing grey eyes framed by fluffy blonde hair. Harry touched the hair and pulled him closer. Malfoy ripped Harry's shirt off and pushed him onto the bed.
"Potter," he spat in Harry's ear."
"Draco..." Harry moaned. "Help me, Draco."
Those pale fingers slid beneath his belt and played with his crotch, teasing it. Meanwhile,
Harry placed his lips against his enemy's and opened his mouth...
Harry woke up to find his hands in Malfoy's hair, and their lips touching. Draco's eyes were wide open and stunned. Harry pulled away instantly.
"What the fuck are you doing on my bed, Malfoy!" He yelped. "You trying to fucking rape me or what?"
Malfoy was still surprised looking.
"I was trying to rape you? You asked me for help so I came down and you began snogging me!"
"I did not!" Harry protested.
"You did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Will you stop squabbling and let me talk!" came a stern voice from the doorway. Snape was standing there, a sneer on his face.
"I have an announcement that we will have classes tomorrow and that dinner is at the entrance hall in five minutes. Then with a swish of his black cape, he was gone.
