Draco's demise

Draco Malfoy sat behind his desk , his long blonde hair falling over his shoulders, he wore his usual black tux. A student looking about sixteen years old sat next to Professor Malfoy listening to his explanation contently. The boy wore horn rimmed glasses , long black school robes and an emerald green Slytherin tie. "Now, you see James, if you can just remember that you must not over stir the cats eye shells, you are bound to be alright." Professor Malfoy said smiling down at James. James was in fact Malfoy's favorite student, he would never deny it because he liked seeing the teacher's pets get socially slaughtered. "Professor, I want to take AP Potions next semester, so that I can peruse a career once I finish my seventh year. Do you think you could help me Professor?" James said flinching under the Professors stern stare. James looked around nervously. Even if he was Professor Malfoy's favorite student, he still knew the man to be cruel and unforgiving. "Absolutely, I shall arrange an extra lesson schedule." Malfoy said beaming. He looked more excited than he did when he was appointed head of Slytherin. James was about to comment on Malfoy's reaction when a short witch stumbled into the office. She had ashen white, bouncy curls under her purple witches hat. She was rather pale but looked as if she had ran a marathon. Her cheeks were flustered and eyes wild. "Malfoy, Headmistress McGonagall requires your immediate attention. It's an emergency!" Luna yelled. Draco scoffed remembering the last so called 'emergency' he was called out for. Draco watched as James scurried out of his office. He did not mind the chap but he did wonder whether the boy was scared of him because of his past. The dark mark lurking under Draco's skin itched as it always did when he acknowledged it. With his mood now even more sour Draco strut forward past Luna grabbing the black material hanging on a hook beside his desk. He pulled on his jacket staring menacingly at her. "This better be important, Longbottom or else." he stated threateningly taking his walking stick with him. She flinched at his tone but she moved out of the office nonetheless. Getting closer to Professor McGonagall's office Draco heard a familiar voice, it was odd, different somehow. Whatever was not right about him that did not stop Malfoy from recognizing Harry bloody Potter's voice in any situation. "f*****g Harry is an emergency? Huh, Longbottom?" Draco turning around to snare at her. Luna didn't even flinch at Draco's immensely rude tone. She smiled at him and opened the door to McGonagall's office. "I think he fancies you, he does talk rather fondly of you." Luna stated much to Draco's confusion. Why on earth would Potter speak fondly of him? If anything he would expect Potter to despise him for betraying him all those years ago... Inside the office Draco sneered at the sight of bloody Potter. Harry stared at Draco slightly gaping, his cheeks were reddened. "Thank you Mrs. Longbottom, this is him." Harry said. He stared at McGonagall again as if she had all the knowledge in the world. Draco rolled his eyes at the pathetic sight. Why was Potter acting this way? "Professor, what is the meaning of this, I have a lesson to attend to in the next ten minutes." Draco said leaning against the doorframe. McGonagall cleared her throat. She nodded in Draco's direction. " Mr. Malfoy, I need you to accompany Mr. Potter for the time being seeing as you are not married and have no other responsibilities than school, I request that Potter lives with you for the time being." She said as if she was not talking about Draco and Harry living together. She smiled at Harry. "Mr. Potter here also identified you, as you pointed him in the right direction when he was still in the hospital wing." Draco looked completely horrified. "With all due respect, Professor, what is wrong with him... he is acting strange and he does not seem to remember who I am or else he would not have asked for me." Draco attempted to escape the situation. McGonagall smiled awkwardly. "Well, you see, three Slytherin students preformed a spell on Mr. Potter, he unfortunately lost most of his memories, now for the time being you will house him, as head of House Slytherin, this is your responsibility." She stated firmly leaving no room for negotiation. Draco mumbled somethin inaudible. "Very well then." he sighed pushing back his hair. "Are you coming or not Potter?" He said stomping out of the room. Once back in Draco's office Harry poked the colorful bottles of potions in the back shelf around much to Draco's annoyance. "Can you just sit?" Draco questioned. Harry plopped himself on the chair opposite of Draco. "Why do you work down here in the dungeons? What does all these potions do?" Harry questioned. Draco sighed, he stood up and took out the things he needed for his next lesson. "Can you do magic?" On his way to the door he looked back at Harry. "Stay put, do not touch or break anything or I swear I will curse you." Draco threatened. As he left the room he locked the door praying that Potter doesn't poison himself or burn down his office. This was his last class, then he could go home and have some peace and quiet. Harry now alone in the office, sat in the comfortable plush chair waiting for the attractive blonde that doesn't seem too happy to have him around. Then again who ever di want him around. in attempt to get rid of his wandering thoughts Harry poked around the sore room filled with the most peculiar things. The most interesting were the names written on the colorful bottles of liquids. "Liquid luck." Harry read aloud. He placed the small bottle back on the shelf. tracing his finger along the shelf he touched three bottles, a bright pink, a bottle green and a scarlet red bottle toppled of the shelf. "Fuck." He yelled. Now he had done it. Malfoy will surely get rid of him now. Panicking he grabbed a rag sitting on the shelf. He scrubbed at the growing mass of brown sludge on the wooden floorboards. Despite his best efforts he cold not get rid of the mess. The door to the office opened. Harry's heart dropped, he scrubbed and scrubbed but the sludge just multiplied. Draco walked into the store room his face calm. This terrified Harry deeply. How could he have been so f*****g clumsy. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Malfoy please forgive me." Harry said bowing his head hiding his scared expression. It will happen fast. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip. Draco looked down at the mess Harry had made. He was furious. "Get up, Potter" Draco said. He had his hand in the pocket of his jacket about to take out his wand. Harry stood up on his feet clutching the rag in his hands. He looked absolutely terrified. What did the man expect him to do? He swished his wand mumbling. "Tergeo." Harry flinched. as the puddle of sludge disappeared Harry stared up at a frowning Draco. Draco shook his head still frowning. Why did Potter think he would physically hurt him? He sat in his chair faced away from his desk. He rested his head on his palm . "Please come here Potter." Draco ordered. Harry jumped in his frozen position. He ran out of the store room towards Draco. Much to his regret he slipped on the remaining Sludge covering his shoes. As if in slow motion Harry fell forward in between Draco's legs. Ending up face first I the other man's crotch. Draco groaned both in pain... and as much as he would deny it in that instance pleasure. "Fuck." Harry said. He pushed himself up from his knees so his elbows rested on Draco's knees. Harry had a sudden boost of confidence, seeing as Malfoy didn't hurt him before, he could test some boundaries. "Oh, look at the predicament I had gotten us is." Harry said smirking up at a blood red Malfoy. In that moment, the office door swung open. "Mr. Malfoy...?" James Draconian asked. He looked shocked beyond belief. "James, this is not what it looks like." Draco said.