He Called Me Pit

Forbidden First

"Pit!" Draco Malfoy's icy voice rang across the classroom. Pitbull, a strapping, bald lad of 18, lifted his shades in bewilderment.

"Shhh, Draco! If Professor Slughorn catches us we're dead."

"Blimey, Pit. I never knew you to be such a pushover." Malfoy advanced closer, pushing desks aside as he went to make way for his powerful figure. Pit shivered with nervous excitement, wondering whether he, Pitbull, head prefect of Ravenclaw and leader of the notorious band of NARCS at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, had really met up with Draco Malfoy, renowned bad boy and captain of the Slytherin quidditch team. It couldn't be helped, he knew; this relationship had been fated since their first day of school.

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Draco Malfoy stepped into the bright sunlight, shielding his eyes after the intense gloom of the dungeon. His lustrous, silky mane of platinum blonde hair rippled as he swept it aside, sighing quietly and casting sultry glances into the lake. He was attractive, he knew, and relished the attention it brought him. Capitalizing on his beauty, and unbothered by the looming threat of teachers, Malfoy slung his robe over his shoulder and pulled out a phat blunt. Halfway through his first drag, a hush came over the quad and the temperature seemed to drop 20 degrees. Students quickly bagged their hash and ran inside the castle. Malfoy stiffened. He sensed an unsavory presence, but pretended to be unbothered and continued his slow and careful smoking. "Draco Malfoy!" What in God's name are you doing? I'll have to write to your mum about this one."

"What's up, Head Boy," Malfoy responded cooly, expecting to see the tiny prefect Pitbull step into his plane of vision.

"It's no good, mate. You're never going to keep your captain's seat if you continue like this." Malfoy twitched slightly in surprise as he realized the voice was, in fact, far deeper than he had imagined. Unable to resist his curiosity, he turned a little until he found himself gazing up at a frowning face. So the Head Boy grew over summer, did he? The few inches look good on him. Even Malfoy, as much as he despised Pitbull, could appreciate the way the formerly shrimpy prefect now towered over Malfoy's sizeable 6'0. He noticed other changes too; The thickened soul patch and arching jawline, finally released from a long slumber beneath baby fat.

"Well, well, Pitbull. Look how much you've grown." Pitbull blushed lightly. Malfoy flipped himself around, sliding on the ball of his foot until they were toe to toe.

"I-" The taller lad stuttered, unsure how to continue as Malfoy gently traced his jaw with one manicured hand.

"I'm not, however, in the habit of letting others look down on me." Malfoy's traveling hand found its place below Pitbull's chin and forced his head upwards as his other hand snaked around the Head Boy's neck, gently pushing him to his knees. Slowly releasing his grasp on his neck, Malfoy brought one long finger to the tip of Pitbull's chin and again lifted it, this time forcing him to look into Malfoy's cold eyes. Pitbull gasped in shock and blushed profusely, finding himself suddenly thrust into a kneel at Malfoy's feet. "As this is your first transgression, I'll let this one slide. I won't restrain myself next time." Releasing Pitbull's head, Malfoy grabbed his robe and strolled across the lawn, already late for his next class.

"H-Hey! I'm not just some toy you can throw around, Malfoy! I'll write your ass up right now!" Pitbull had suddenly regained his senses, and was determined to regain his status.

"You're wrong on both counts, Head Boy," was all the quidditch captain said in reply, disappearing into the front hall. Damn it! Pitbull chided himself internally. You're never going to have a steady rap career if you always act like such a pussy. He felt his cheeks redden suddenly, remembering Malfoy's cool fingers. Idiot! Pitbull shook himself out of his reverie and stood up. Stay focused on your mission. The youth needs to hear your voice, you're the only one who will tell them about the dangers of marijuana. He dusted himself off and strode towards the front hall, a small smile playing at his lips as he unconsciously thought of Malfoy.