The next morning, Harry woke up in Draco's arms and sighed, relishing the smell of his skin. Wait. He sat up. What was he doing with Malfoy?
Draco moaned. "Come back, baby."
Shaking, Harry stood up and backed away. Noticing he was naked, he pulled his robe off a hook and wrapped it around himself. There were traces of some white crusty substance on the couch.
Harry shut his eyes. The last thing he remember before waking up was doing his homework on his bed while Malfoy sat on the couch. And then he remembered nothing. Malfoy must have Stupefied him and then brought him over to the couch where... that fa**ot fucking raped him!
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?" Harry shouted.
Draco nearly fell out of the couch. He looked up, confused. "Wh-what do you mean?"
"YOU FUCKING FA**OT! YOU RAPIST!" Tears we're beginning to form at Harry's eyes.
Malfoy blinked. "But... you made the first move," he replied.
"Don't try to deceive me," Harry sobbed.
"I remember doing my homework, and then you must have Stupefied me, cause I don't remember anything between then and now."
Malfoy was looking more and more confused. "But... you were the one who pushed me into the couch and began... snogging me. Surely you remember something?"
Harry shut his eyes. The memories came flooding back. "I guess your right. I remember."
Draco nodded.
"But... I was definitely drugged or under a spell. It felt... different."
Draco hissed, "That Weasley."
"Ron?" Harry raises a brow.
"No, the twins. They put something in your goblet at dinner."
Harry was outraged. "I've had enough of their stupid pranks. They've gone too far this time." He grabbed his wand, put his glasses and shoes on, and reached for the door, but it was thrown open at that moment by no other then the twins, with wide smiles, that asked in unison, "How was your night, Harry and Ginny?"
