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I didn't even know I still had an account here. So, hello, I guess :) Over the past week I enjoyed a few of the stories here, so I thought I would write one for you myself. It is a Harry Potter fanf

Well, let's continue with the second chapter right away.       Tuesday, September 7thThe next day they had a double period of potions in the afternoon. Like before, Draco was paired with Theo. He

Oh, sorry! I thought there was no interest in my stories here. Let's update this one then:     Tuesday, September 14thAfter that incident, Theo had started to hang out with Draco and the guys. Dr

Well, let's continue with the second chapter right away.

 

 

 

Tuesday, September 7th

The next day they had a double period of potions in the afternoon. Like before, Draco was paired with Theo. He warily eyed the silent boy, but Theo seemed to already have forgotten about Draco's shameful display the previous day.

Draco had made sure he went to the loo after Care for Magical Creatures, but he hadn't thought of going again after lunch. Soon after potions class had started, he felt a small pressure in his lower stomach and he immediately regretted his carelessness. Though it wasn't that urgent and he was confident he could easily manage till the end of the lesson.

Before they were allowed to get out their cauldrons and start working, Professor Snape had them painstakingly go over every detail of the recipe for the potion they had learned about yesterday. As he put it, he couldn't trust his class not to blow themselves up even with such a simple brew. Snape never grew tired of reminding them how he was cursed with the most incapable and unthinking students – a remark clearly aimed at the Gryffindors.

Usually those rehearsals were an easy opportunity to earn house points, but today Draco actually was happy his name wasn't called. He sheepishly asked Theo if he could quickly copy his notes. He really hadn't paid much attention yesterday.

Once they had gone over what they were going to do today, Snape told them to get started. Kids ran to rinse their cauldrons and get the reagents. Theo got up as well and reached for their cauldron. He asked: “I'll set up the cauldron, you get the ingredients, OK?”

Draco nodded. The sound of running water painfully reminded him of his need to pee and made him unpleasantly aware of how full his bladder felt. He pressed his legs together tightly and cursed silently. He knew getting up would make the urge worse. As Crabbe went past, Draco quickly grabbed him at his sleeve. “Hey, fetch us our ingredients as well!”, he told him. Crabbe nodded.

A moment later, he returned and dropped Draco's stuff on their table.

“Dandelion root, not daisy, you oaf!”, Draco hissed.

Crabbe gave him an annoyed stare but he obediently turned around to replace the dried flowers with the right ones. Draco looked after him irritatedly. Yeah, no need to thank him just because he had just saved those idiots' brew as well! He sighted. Ingrates! He made sure Crabbe had gotten the rest of the ingredients right before he weighted the rat spleen and started chopping it.

Theo returned and, unaware of Draco's growing predicament, dropped the filled cauldron on their table, almost making the water inside spill over. The sight gave Draco a painful twinge in his lower abdomen. He groaned and had to grab himself for a second.

“Everything alright?”, Theo asked puzzled.

“Yes!”, Draco hissed, forced himself into an upright position again and continued to cut the rat spleen.

Theo looked at him musingly, but after a moment he turned to their work and started weighting up the other ingredients.

As soon as the water was boiling, they put in the rat spleen, and Theo continued to slowly add the next ingredients while Draco grabbed the dandelion roots to cut them into tiny dice as well. While he was working, he involuntarily started to scissor his legs. His bladder was still aching from holding it so long the previous day, and it made him have to go worse. For a second he grabbed himself, but then he noticed Theo looking over to him and he pretended he was just adjusting things down there into a more comfortable position.

“Could you stop stirring that much!”, he demanded irritatedly.

“It says here to keep it in constant motion-”

“Yeah, but don't slush it around so much, OK!”, Draco moaned, “you're ruining the brew!”

By the look Theo gave him, he saw right through him and knew fully well what really was the matter. Draco blushed. But Theo didn't say anything else and slowed down his stirring.

Draco finished cutting the dandelion root and Theo took the chopping board from him. Draco watched him drop the diced roots into the cauldron. He slightly bend over, trying to ease the pressure a little bit. With a silently groan he looked at the clock. Forty minutes still!

For a second he considered raising his hand as asking Professor Snape to be excused, but he couldn't bear the embarrassment, not after what had happened yesterday. Snape didn't allow his students to use the loo anyways. He never did, and Draco doubted he would make an exception, him being his favorite or not.

Ten more minutes passed and Draco had trouble sitting still anymore. He silently groaned and fidgeted. Draco was so preoccupied with his pressing need, he didn't even notice that Theo had taken over most of both their work. He didn't care for their potion or anything else anymore, his only thought was for the lesson to end. Now! He needed the lesson to end RIGHT NOW! But Theo didn't complain about the extra work. Draco's predicament was pretty obvious by now, at least for anyone who cared to look, and Theo actually felt a bit sorry for him.

At an especially bad spasm, Draco bend over in his seat and pressed both hands to his groin. The Weasel and Potter snickered and waved at him. Draco was totally embarrassed, but between openly holding himself and having an accident in class, he chose the former. Right now he was beyond the point of caring about keeping up appearances. He just couldn't have an accident in class! Not after the incident yesterday.

Meanwhile, the first students had finished with their brews. Theo was just filling two flasks with theirs. “Want me to bring yours to the front as well?”, Theo had to repeat his question for Draco to even realize he was speaking to him. Draco nodded thankfully.

When he returned, Theo did all the cleaning up as well. For Draco, hearing the other kids rinse out their cauldrons was pure agony. His bladder was pulsing furiously and he could feel a little squirt dampen his briefs before he could stop the flow. He sank down on his table and kept on choking his member like his life depended on it.

By the time Professor Snape dismissed class, he was close to tears. Draco just remained sitting on his place while the others left. Again, Theo waited for him. Draco didn't even notice the other boy packed up his stuff for him. When they were alone, Theo stood up and went over to Draco's side of the table.

“Just go on ahead!”, Draco muttered weakly when he noticed the other boy standing besides him.

Theo didn't seem to hear. He whispered: “Think you can get up?”

Draco blinked away the tears. He shook his head, he knew he couldn't.

“Come on, I'll help you!”, Theo said, offering a hand.

The second Draco opened his legs to stand up, he felt his bladder contract. A huge spurt escaped into his pants, he groaned and desperately pressed his legs together again. His second attempt was more successful and although he felt another squirt escape, he managed to get up. He immediately crossed his legs again. A few drops were running down the inside of his left leg and when he looked down at himself, to his horror he could see a huge wet spot in his groin where he was holding himself through his robe.

He looked back up at Theo and he could see the other boy had noticed as well. He felt his face go red hot with embarrassment. Theo did not comment, though, he just tried to slowly ease Draco towards the exit. Draco hobbled along, his hand desperately choking his member, feeling a little more escape with each tiny step he took. Halfway to the door, his bladder just gave way. He could feel the hot piss gushing forth between his fingers and rushing down his legs. He desperately tried to stem the flood, but at the same time finally letting go felt so good, he just couldn't stop himself. He started crying while he continued to piss his pants right in front of the other boy. Theo just stared at him.

It felt like he would never stop peeing, it must have been over a minute before his stream started to slow down. When there finally was no pee left inside him, he was standing in a huge puddle.

“Are you all done?”, Theo asked softly.

Draco didn't answer, he was crying hysterically.

Theo looked at him uncertain what to do, then he hesitantly got out his wand and cast a cleaning charm on him.

As Draco felt the tingling sensation of the spell, he looked up at Theo in confusion. He didn't get why the other boy wasn't laughing at him. He sniffled: “You gonna tell on me?”

“Of cause not!”, Theo replied earnestly and gave him a hug, “come on, let's wash off those tears!”

Draco allowed himself to gently be guided over to the row of sinks at the wall.

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Oh, sorry!

I thought there was no interest in my stories here.

Let's update this one then:

 

 

Tuesday, September 14th

After that incident, Theo had started to hang out with Draco and the guys. Draco wasn't exactly sure what had brought on the sudden chance, and he still worried Theo might tell on him or use what had happened to blackmail him. So far, though, Theo had kept his word. Draco wasn't exactly sure why, but he wasn't complaining about it. He didn't mind Theo's company, very much to the contrary in fact, he enjoyed having someone with a brain of his own around to talk to for a change.

They were on their way to potions class, discussing their homework assignment. He and Theo had done it together. Actually done it together. As in Theo really had written half of it – and it hadn't been a pile of dragon dung Draco had to scrap and rewrite himself either – when he was partnered with Crabbe or Goyle, the two usually just ended up doing nothing and copying Draco's homework later. He had to admit, he liked hanging out with Theo more and more.

“Let's go to the loo”, Theo interrupted his thoughts.

Draco stopped and turned back around to face him. Theo stood in front of the bathroom door next to their potions classroom. There were other classmates nearby, Draco eyed them uncomfortably.

“I'll wait for you”, he quickly said.

“You wanna have another accident in class? Go!”, Theo silently urged him.

Draco felt himself blush in embarrassment. So much for the silent agreement he thought they had had to never speak of that incident again. Though Theo wasn't actually mocking him and he knew his new friend had a point. He made up his mind and quickly stepped into the bathroom, Theo followed him inside. Draco walked to the middle of the room, then he stopped dumbfounded and eyed Theo uncomfortably.

Theo returned the confused look and pushed him in the direction of the urinal. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

“I-I can't go in front of others”, Draco muttered, feeling himself blush even more.

“Whatever”, Theo shrugged and just went over to the urinal himself to take care of his own business.

Hesitantly, Draco turned around and entered one of the cubicles, making sure to lock the door behind himself. He turned towards the toilet and slowly started to undo his belt and pants. Outside he could hear Theo finish and get over to the sink to wash his hands. He tried to concentrate on his own affairs, but he just couldn't get himself to relax. He knew the other boy was still in the room with him. The tap turned off, but he didn't hear the door. Was Theo waiting for him? Come on, man, just get out already! He tried not to think about Theo and just relax. Then suddenly Theo banged on the stall door and Draco clenched up completely again.

“Hurry up! You taking a crap or what?”, Theo laughed.

“I can't go with you out there, OK?”, Draco replied, his tone somewhere between embarrassment and annoyance, “just wait for me in class!”

“You can't be serious!”, Theo laughed, but after a moment, Draco heard him open the door and leave.

He sighed and turned back to the toilet. He felt so tense, it took him a minute to relax enough to push out even just a few drops. He quickly flushed, got out, washed his hands and ran after Theo. He made it to class just in time before the school bell rang. When he sat down besides Theo, Theo bowed over and whispered: “You really can't go with someone around?”

“Shut up!”

Theo just grinned.

They were brewing shrinking solution today. According to Professor Snape, only a complete imbecile could mess up this potion. That Granger Mudblood had teamed up with Longbottom, so there was at least some remote chance he wouldn't blow up his. Draco eyed Crabbe and Goyle. “Slice, not chop the caterpillar!”, he hissed at them. Or those two oafs, of cause.

Weasley came back on his way to get some ingredients. As he passed Draco, he asked loud enough for the nearby students though not Professor Snape to hear: “Gonna show us your potty dance again today, Malfoy?” A few nearby kids snickered. Draco turned around to angrily look after the Weasel. He and Potter laughed at him.

“Just ignore those assholes”, Theo whispered.

But Draco had had enough. The two had been laughing behind his back all week. He waited till Professor Snape wasn't looking, then he quickly turned around again, holding up a hand full of uncut caterpillars. “Hey, Weasel!”, he silently called, and threw them into Potter and Weasley's cauldron before Weasley could react. The potion immediately started bubbling furiously.

Weasley jumped up. He cried: “What the!? Malfoy, you-”

But he hadn't noticed Professor Snape looking back up. “Mr. Weasley! Is there a problem?”

“Sir! Malfoy just-”

At that moment, their potion exploded in a huge cloud of green smoke.

“Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter, to the front!”, Snape said annoyedly.

“But he-”

“Now, Mr. Weasley!”

Draco gleefully watched as the two went to the front and as Snape lectured them about their ineptness. They didn't get in a single word. Snape gave them both detention for messing up their brew. As the two returned to their seats, they stared at him angrily. Draco couldn't help but smugly smiled back at them.

 

 

Wednesday, September 15th

Draco was walking down an upper floor hallway and tried to decide if he should head for the great hall for lunch or take a quick detour to the loo. He kinda had to go, but it wasn't urgent yet. This part of the castle was pretty much deserted at this time of day, though, and he knew how crowded the bathrooms across the great hall would be after lunch. The toilet, he decided.

Just then he noticed a black-haired boy who ran straight up to him. The boy stopped a few feet away, timidly looked up at Draco, swallowed and then made two more steps.

“Excuse me, Sir! Please! I-I... could you please help me?”, the kid stuttered, “would you happen to know where the loo is?”

Draco hadn't seen the boy's face before. He was quite short, definitely a first-year, and his robe identified him as a Gryffindor. Probably some Mudblood. But it really stroked Draco's ego how polite and almost fearful the kid had addressed him, even though Draco wasn't that much his senior. Besides, he was still in an especially good mood for getting Potter and Weasley into detention the previous day.

By the way the boy fidgeted it was obvious he was in urgent need of an answer to his question. Draco sighed. He remembered his first month at Hogwarts and how often he had gotten lost. There was nobody around to witness his good deed and he had been on the way to the toilets anyways, so where was the harm?

“Come on, I'll show you”, he said and smiled at the kid.

“Thank you, Sir!”, murmured the boy. Draco was surprised and a bit embarrassed the kid took his hand as Draco led him down the hallway, the other hand securely pressed to his groin.

“Is it far?”, the boy asked, squirming.

“No, we're almost there-”, Draco hardly had time to point out the door ahead before the kid let go of his hand and made a mad dash for the loo. He disappeared inside.

Draco grinned. Since he preferred to have privacy when using the toilet himself, he decided to wait outside until the boy had finished with his business. He leaned on the wall and opened his bag, pretending to go through his book, so nobody would get the impression he was waiting for the loo, all the while keeping an eye on the door to see when the boy left.

The kid was taking his sweet time, though. Had he missed him leaving? Couldn't be. But no filthy Gryffindor boy emerged from the loo again. Finally Draco decided he had waited long enough and went over himself. Ungrateful Mudblood maggot, could at least have said thanks!

When Draco entered the bathroom, he immediately heard the sobbing. Only one stall was occupied and that was where the sound came from. No one else had entered or left the bathroom, so Draco was pretty sure he knew who had to be inside.

He hesitated a moment, then he got over and gently knocked on the door.

“Everything alright?”, he asked.

He was answered by a shocked gasp and for a second there was silence, then the wailing returned.

“No”, the boy sobbed.

“What's the matter?”

“I couldn't get my belt to unbuckle”, the kid explained between sobs.

“Want me to try?”, Draco asked.

“I... I couldn't... it's too late. I wet my pants”, the boy sniveled, “I don't know what to do now.”

Draco sighed. Softly, he said: “Unlock the door! I can help.”

After a moment of consideration, the boy did as Draco had said. Eyes downcast, his pants still dripping with pee, he was standing in the middle of a big puddle. He had finally gotten the belt undone, Draco noted, though apparently too late. The boy timidly looked up at him, his eyes red from crying, fresh tears still running down his cheeks.

Draco crouched down in front of him, careful his shoes and robe did not touch the puddle on the floor. He gently patted the boy on the arm to reassure him.

“Don't worry!”, he said as he got out his wand, “I know a charm that'll clean you up. I'll cast it on you now, OK?”

The boy sniffled and nodded. Draco pointed his wand at him. “Tergeo!”, he said. A little wave ran down the kid's pants, purging the wetness. The boy stared down at his suddenly dry pants in amazement. The next second he jumped at Draco and hugged him, taking him completely by surprise. All Draco could think of at that moment was that a second ago those pants that were rubbing against his robe had been completely soaked with pee. Yes, he had spelled them clean, but still: Eww! He awkwardly patted the kid on the head and pushed him away.

“Go, wash your face!”, he instructed.

The boy ran over to the sinks. While he cleaned away the tears, Draco took care of the puddle with another cleaning charm.

When the boy was done, he turned around to him again. “Thanks!”, he muttered shyly, “I'm Evan. What's your name?”

“Malfoy. Draco Malfoy”, Draco said.

“Thank you, Mr. Malfoy! ... Draco?”,Evan shyly smiled at him.

“Draco is OK”, Draco said, then, remembering himself, he scowled, “now get out and enjoy your lunch break!”

Evan grinned, saluted, and started for the door.

“Hey, Evan!”, Draco called after him.

The door handle in hand, Evan turned around again.

“One word about this – about me helping you – to anyone and I'll turn you into a rat and feed you to my owl! Understood?”

Evan's eyes grew wide and he hurriedly nodded.

“Good. Now get out!”

Without another word Evan ran out.

Draco looked after him and grinned, then he turned his eyes back down at where the kid's pants had touched his robe. He shuddered. Disgusting! He would have to get to his room and change into a clean one before lunch. But first, he turned back around and got into the cubicle to finally take a piss himself.

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Thursday, September 16th

Thursday afternoon they were out in the castle grounds for Care for Magical Creatures. The subject was taught by this oaf Hagrid, and what was worse they were together with the Gryffindors. Theo didn't like Hagrid. He was stupid and so were his lessons. Most of the time he would make them work up close with dangerous, filthy or stinking creatures – usually they were all three. On top of that it was an open secret that Potter and his friends were Hagrid's favorites. Draco hated it, too.

Today's lesson apparently was how to get maimed by the bunch of dangerous-looking, overgrown half-horse, half-raptor monstrosities Hagrid led towards them. Their talons looked awfully sharp. Everyone crowded backwards and away from the suddenly rather flimsy-looking fence that separated them from the monsters. Theo smirked as he saw even Potter, Weasley and Granger recoiled from the creatures. He and Draco had had the good sense to stay in the back of the group. Everybody nervously watched the creatures. As Hagrid explained, they were called hippogriffs. And they actually were quite dangerous to handle. Though, why Hagrid looked outright euphoric about that fact was beyond Theo.

“Who'll want ter pet one first?”, the giant oaf asked far too happy. The whole class collectively made another step backwards.

But then Potter approached the fence.

“Teacher's pet”, Draco muttered.

Crabbe and Goyle sniggered.

“Think he'll get maimed?”, Theo whispered.

“I hope he does”, Draco grinned.

They watched in morbid fascination as Potter hesitantly approached the animal and bowed before it as Hagrid had instructed him to do. Theo grinned. Potter positively looked like he was about to shit his pants.

The hippogriff just angrily stared back at Potter. “Right, back away now, Harry!”, Hagrid said urgently. But then the impossible happened and the monster actually lowered its head and returned Potter's bow. “Well done! Yeh can touch him! Pat his beak!”, Hagrid said, almost ecstatic. Potter probably would have preferred to run away, but he obediently approached the beast. It actually allowed him to touch its beak.

“Recon he migh' let yeh ride him!”, Hagrid roared. Potter didn't seem to think so, but Hagrid just grabbed him, lifted him onto the hippogriff's back and gave the animal a slap on it's hindquarters. Startled, the creature jumped and unfolded its enormous wings. It soared upwards, flying through the air and made a circle around the paddock – Potter clinging to it's neck for his very life. It was completely irresponsible and dangerous, but Theo couldn't help but laugh at Potter's misfortune. Hagrid laughed, too, though not out of schadenfreude like Theo and Draco.

Sadly, the creature and its cargo safely returned to the ground, and Potter shakily slid down from its back. His face was ashen, but all teacher's pet again, he even faked a smile. Theo wouldn't have managed. If it had been him on that creature, he would have shat himself for real.

“Now, all step forward!”, Hagrid bellowed, “remember, bow and don' blink, hippogriffs don' trust yeh if yeh blink too much! If he bows back, yeh're allowed ter touch him. And if he doesn' bow, get away sharpish, 'cause those talons hurt!”

Theo silently groaned and exchanged an anxious look with Draco, but his friend didn't seem worried, he was angry. “Stupid show-off!”, he muttered and marched right at the first hippogriff.

“You're not dangerous at all, are you, you ugly monster?”, he said as he reached for it's beak.

The next second Draco was lying on the ground, screaming, the aggravated creature atop of him, hacking at him. Everybody panicked. Hagrid jumped in front of the hippogriff, trying to get it off of Draco. Theo rushed over to his friend. Draco had a huge gash on his arm and there was lots of blood. So much blood! Theo didn't know what to do. He hardly noticed Granger kneeling down besides him. She pressed a cloth on Draco's wound. “We have to get him to the hospital wing!”, she took control of the situation.

Draco had twisted his ankle in falling and couldn't stand on his own, so Hagrid picked him up and carried him to the castle. Theo ran after them, but Madam Pomfrey wouldn't let him stay with Draco in the hospital wing and send him away. He slowly walked back to the border of the forest where they had had their lesson. The other students had already gone, and there was no sign of the hippogriffs either anymore, very much to Theo's relief. He picked up Draco's and his own stuff, which was still laying on the ground, and made his way back to their dormitories.

Later that evening he returned to the hospital wing to see how Draco was doing. He was greeted by loud shouting even before he had left the stairwell. A very angry Mr. Malfoy was pacing up and down the hospital corridor and arguing with Dumbledore, they were blocking Theo's way. Theo stopped and eyed the agitated men uncomfortably. Madam Pomfrey stood at Dumbledore's side, she looked like she didn't want to be there just as much as Theo. When she saw him, she quickly went over and silently asked: “Come to visit your friend, dear?”

Theo nodded shyly.

“He is all better now, you can go in”, she said.

“Thanks”, Theo muttered and quickly slipped past Dumbledore and Mr. Malfoy, who luckily ignored him.

Draco lay in a bed at the rear end of the hospital wing, he was in his pajamas and a thick bandage covered his right arm. His mom was with him, so Theo waited a few steps away, not wanting to barge in. Draco kept telling his mom that he was fine and that it was just a small cut and a twisted ankle, but Mrs. Malfoy didn't seem to hear him, she kept going on about how he had almost been killed and how irresponsible his teachers were.

Draco looked outright relieved when he saw Theo. “Theo!”, he interrupted his mom's litany and urgently waved Theo closer with his healthy hand. Theo hesitantly got over and greeted Mrs. Malfoy. She smiled at him, then she turned back to Draco. “I'll leave you with your friend. But I'll be right next door with your father if you need anything!” she told him before she left.

“Thank you! I thought she'd never stop”, Draco sighed when she was out of earshot.

Theo grinned and sat down at the foot end of Draco's bed, then he got serious again. “So how are you?”

“I'm fine! Honestly, looks worse than it is. Still hurts a lot, though”, Draco said and proudly showed off his bandaged arm.

“Your dad seemed quite agitated.”

“Yeah. He's gonna get that Hagrid fool sacked.”

“He deserves it”, Theo said, “that was completely irresponsible! Those monsters are dangerous!”

“Mom said they're going to kill the one that attacked me. I hope they do!”, Draco agreed. He paused a moment. “Say, umh, could you ask Madam Pomfrey when I'll be released?”

“I'll ask her when I leave.”

Draco grimaced. “Can you get her now?”

“I think she was speaking to your dad outside”, Theo said. He was a bit scared of Mr. Malfoy when he was angry. More than a bit, actually. Anybody in their right mind would have been.

“Please!”

“What is so urgent about it?”

Draco looked down. “I'm not allowed to leave bed while I'm here...”, he hesitated, “and... and I have to pee.”

“Oh, I'll tell her”, Theo said and got up.

“No!”, Draco stopped him, “just tell her I'm all better and that she should let me get back to the dorms, OK?”

Theo nodded. He knew how embarrassed Draco was about admitting his bodily need even just to him. He got outside. Draco's parents were still arguing with Dumbledore. Theo really didn't want to get into any of that and tried to make eye contact with Madam Pomfrey instead. Luckily, she noticed him standing by the door before anyone else did and came over to him.

“Yes, dear, do you need something?”, she asked.

“Draco wanted to know when he'll be allowed to leave”, Theo said.

“Not before tomorrow, that ankle of his needs time to heal.”

“But he said he feels fine and it doesn't hurt anymore-”

“Your friend needs rest! That's my final word. You can play with him soon enough again.”

Madam Pomfrey was about to turn around, but Theo stopped her. “That's not it! Draco... he... he needs the loo, but he is really embarrassed to ask and so... uh... could you like just... uh...”, he trailed off awkwardly.

Madam Pomfrey smiled understandingly: “Why didn't you say so at once? I'll be right with you.”

Theo hesitantly got back inside where Draco gave him an urgent look. “Did you tell her?”

“She'll be right here”, Theo assured him. In fact, he hadn't even sat back down at Draco's side when Madam Pomfrey entered the room. Draco leaned back sighed, though his relief at her sight was short-lived. “What's that?”, he asked as he saw the strangely-shaped glass bottle in her hand.

“That's a urine bottle. It'll help you relief yourself-”, Madam Pomfrey explained.

“You TOLD her?!”, Draco hissed at Theo in dismay.

“Maybe you could wait outside, dear, while I help your friend-”, Madam Pomfrey said to Theo.

Theo got up, but he didn't move, instead he awkwardly eyed the two. He didn't want to abandon his friend, though he also didn't want to embarrass him even more by his presence.

“Just let me use the loo! My foot feels perfectly fine”, Draco pleaded.

“Mr. Malfoy, your ankle most certainly is not fine! You'll strain it again!”, she insisted, “Just let me help you.”

She tugged at Draco's blanket, but he held onto it like his life depended on it.

“Actually, I don't have to go anymore!”, he said.

“Don't be unreasonable, dear! You can't just suddenly not have to go anymore. Just let me help you!”

“I can't use THAT!”

“I'll show you how to use it.”

“But you're a woman!”

Finally, even Madam Pomfrey seemed to catch on to what his problem was. Softly, she asked: “Do you want me to get your mother to help you instead?”

Draco looked mortified. He pleaded: “Just let me use the loo instead, please!”

“Your ankle-”, Madam Pomfrey started.

“-is perfectly fine!”, Draco interrupted her.

“I could help Draco walk over. He can lean on me”, Theo suggested silently.

Madam Pomfrey grudgingly gave in, though she warned Draco that it was his own fault if he strained himself again. Draco impatiently waited for her to leave. She was hardly out of the door when he already pushed his blanket away and swung his legs out of the bed. He slightly bent over and moaned, holding his abdomen with his healthy hand.

Theo got down besides him to offer his help. He whispered: “You sure you're OK?”

“Of cause I am!”, Draco hissed, quickly withdrawing the hand.

He put his arm around Theo's shoulders and with his help he managed to stand up, though when he tried to put some weight on his injured foot, he doubled over with a pained groan. Hadn't Theo held him, he would have fallen. Theo helped him back up, Draco was crossing his legs and as Theo looked down, he could see a small, wet spot on Draco's crotch that hadn't been there a second ago. He quickly looked away again and pretended he hadn't noticed.

“Perfectly fine, huh?”, he asked sarcastically.

“Just help me, OK?”, Draco replied through clenched teeth.

He leaned heavily on Theo as they slowly made their way over to the loo. Theo headed for the row of urinals, but Draco stopped him. “No”, he said, his eyes pointing at the toilet stalls instead, “can't in front of...”

Theo sighed and helped him hobble over to the cubicles. They both squeezed inside.

“You can do it from here?”, Theo asked.

Draco tried to stand on his own, but the second he put any weight on the injured foot, his face scrunched up in pain and he immediately leaned back on Theo. He fidgeted, tried and failed again, fidgeted some more.

“You have to help me”, he finally admitted. He looked very embarrassed.

Seeing Draco so desperate actually made Theo a bit hard. He kind of wished Draco would loose it and piss himself again right there. He pushed the strange thought away and concentrated on helping his friend. He didn't want to embarrass Draco, what was wrong with him? He carefully guided Draco to stand in front of him, so they were facing each other. Draco held onto his shoulders with his uninjured left hand so Theo had his hands free to pull down Draco's pajama bottoms for him. Draco's face was really close to his, too. Theo forced himself to focus on the task at hand.

“Will you stand still for a second!”, he complained.

Draco did his best to stop squirming. Theo finally got a hold of his pants and managed to pull them off. Then he grabbed Draco again and slowly lowered him down onto the bowl. Draco whimpered and desperately pressed his legs together as his bare behind touched the cold porcelain. He gave Theo a pained look.

“I'll wait outside”, Theo said quickly. He slipped out of the cubicle without another word and pulled the door shut behind him. Since he was on the outside, he couldn't lock the door and had to hold it in place. He listened. For a while there was only Draco's strained breathing as he tried to relax. Then he heard a trickle. A second later the trickle became a hissing stream and Draco had to stifle a moan. So had Theo. He closed his eyes and listened at the door. Man, Draco was peeing a lot, how long had he been holding it? Just hearing Draco relieve himself gave him even more of a boner. He wished he could watch him piss, but he didn't want to make this even more awkward for Draco nor himself, so he just silently waited for Draco to finish.

When Draco was done, he called Theo back in and they went through the same procedure in reverse. First Theo lifted Draco up from the toilet, then he pulled up his pants for him while Draco leaned on him. Draco motioned him to help him walk back, but Theo stopped him. “Wait!”, he said and quickly got out his wand. He pointed it at the wet spot on Draco's pants and cast a cleaning charm on it. He smiled at Draco as he put the wand away again. Draco's face went completely red, but he returned a shy smile.

Theo helped his friend wash his hand, and walked him back to his bed. “Thank you”, Draco whispered as he lay back down.

Before Theo left, Draco asked him to bring him his wand. Theo asked what Draco thought he would need it for, but Draco just insisted that he absolutely had to have it. He almost got hysterical about it when Theo said he didn't want to walk all the way again just to fetch him his stupid wand. Theo really didn't get what was so important about it, but in the end he did Draco the favor and got the thing from their dorm where he had put it together with Draco's other school stuff. When he returned, Draco immediately snatched it from his hands. He looked very relieved as he put it under his pillow. Maybe he just felt saver with it. After what Draco had gone through today, Theo kind of could relate.

“Hey, don't stash that there!”, he joked, “didn't you listen in Defense? You'll have a nightmare, grab it in your sleep and accidentally blow off your own head!”

“Sure”, Draco chuckled.

They wished each other a good night and Theo returned to the dorms.

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The next two chapters are rather short, so here are both at once:

 

 

 

 

Friday, September 17th

Draco woke up in a wet bed like every morning and his bladder felt awfully full. As he opened his eyes, he saw that it wasn't his bed but he was in a room unfamiliar to him. For a second he panicked, then he remembered. His arm! He was in the hospital wing. He sighed and calmed down a little again. But he was still wet and he had to pee quite badly.

Just then he heard steps approaching and he quickly lay back down and pretended to be sleeping. His full bladder decided to twinge just then and Draco grimaced but he managed to stay still. Out of the corner of his eye he watched Madam Pomfrey walk past.

When she was gone, Draco reached under his pillow. He sighed in relief as his fingers found the wand and closed around it. He pulled it out, took another look in the direction Madam Pomfrey had disappeared to, then he hastily waved the wand over his bed and whispered the incantation of a cleaning spell. He had to try a few times because he wasn't used to hold the wand in his left hand and the spell fizzled.

Finally he managed to do the wand movement right and he felt the tickling sensation of the charm run down his body, cleaning away his mess, but also jerking his bladder, making it spasm fiercely in protest. Draco felt a tiny dribble escape and he desperately pressed his legs together to stop the flow.

When he thought it save to move again, he pushed his blanket away, sat up and swung his legs out of the bed. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then he tried to get up and put some weight on his injured foot. It still hurt, but the foot carried his weight.

As quickly as his hurt ankle allowed him to, he hobbled over to the loo. Once inside, he looked around to made sure he was alone, then he entered the first cubicle. He pulled close and locked the door with some difficulty, he wasn't used to do things with just his off-hand. Then he opened the toilet lid and pulled at his pajama bottoms. Everything seemed so fiddly with just the one hand. He finally got his member free from his pants and aimed it at the bowl not a moment too early, for he felt his floodgates give way. With a relieved moan he started wetting. It didn't matter how wet his bed was, he always had to go bad when he woke up in the morning. When his bladder finally had emptied, he flushed the toilet and got over to the sink to wash his hand.

On his way back he ran into Madam Pomfrey. She wasn't happy he had gotten up on his own, but seeing how he was standing on it and not screaming in pain, she agreed that his ankle seemed better. She still made him sit down on his bed to check his arm and changed his bandage. The deep gash was gone and only a thin line of new, pink skin showed where it had been, but Madam Pomfrey insisted on putting a new bandage on him. At least she allowed Draco to return to his dorm after breakfast – though he wasn't to strain the arm and he would have to stop by the hospital wing in the evening so Madam Pomfrey could check on his bandage. And he wasn't to return to classes till the next week either. Draco didn't object to that at least.

 

Friday, September 24th

Today Draco had had his first Quidditch practice since his injury. That stupid nurse had insisted he wore a bandage and not use his arm the whole week. They even had had to reschedule their match against Gryffindor the following weekend because of him, even though he had so been looking forward to finally show Potter his place. Now the Gryffindors were playing against Hufflepuff instead.

When Draco came from the showers, Theo was already dressed and waiting for him in the locker room. Draco hurriedly slipped on his clothes as well and grabbed his Quidditch stuff. He didn't want to make Theo wait too long plus he kind of had to pee and he wanted to get back to their dorms quickly. They had made a habit of walking to the castle together after practice and Draco enjoyed the opportunity to talk to Theo.

While they walked, Draco excitedly recounted the training session, he really had missed Quidditch and flying on his broom and just playing with his friends again. He was really looking forward to winning the Quidditch cup for Slytherin this year, too – Theo and he both were sure they would. So they were talking animatedly and Draco didn't really pay much attention to where they were headed until they had already passed the first trees. Theo had led them down a path towards the forbidden forest instead of a directer way back to the castle. Draco started to wonder where his friend was even going and was about to ask when Theo sat down in a small grove and motioned for Draco to join him.

Draco sat down next to him and leaned on a tree, just then he felt an angry nudge from his bladder. He really had to take a leak soon, but he ignored it for now, after all he could just slip away for a moment to use the loo at their dorms before dinner once they were back at the castle. Theo moved closer to share some chocolate frogs with him, and as they continued to talk Draco soon forgot about his need again.

“Aww, Dippet”, Theo said, disappointed, and showed Draco his collectible card.

“Eww! I got Godric Gryffindor!”, Draco replied in fake horror.

They both laughed. While they ate, Theo inched closer and leaned against Draco's shoulder. Draco didn't really mind. Soon after they were done eating, Draco's bladder twitched again, demanding his immediate attention. He tried to get up, but Theo stopped him.

“Hey, where are you going?”, he asked.

“Nowhere”, Draco muttered and tried to wiggle away, but Theo grabbed his arm and dragged him back down. They playfully wrestled and Draco ended up on his back, Theo pinning him down.

“Where were you going?”, he repeated.

“I gotta take a piss, OK?”, Draco admitted, a bit embarrassed.

Theo laughed.

“Come on, get off me! I really gotta go, I've been holding it all though practice!”, Draco groaned.

Theo eyed him, amused. “Why didn't you just go in the showers if it is that urgent?”

“What?! In front of everyone?”, Draco gasped. The mere thought was mortifying.

Theo grinned: “I did. No one ever notices a thing.”

Draco stared at him, speechless, then he, too, started laughing, shaking his head.

“Draco? You ever kissed before?”, Theo abruptly changed the subject.

“Like a girl?”, Draco asked.

“Yeah! Of... of cause a girl! Who else?!”, Theo hurriedly agreed, blushing a little.

“No”, Draco admitted cautiously.

“Me neither”, Theo said. He hesitated a moment, then he asked: “Wanna practice?”

“Practice?”, Draco laughed. He froze as suddenly Theo bowed down and kissed him on his lips. Draco immediately pushed him away.

“Sorry! I thought you were... I was just...”, Theo stammered, his face red with embarrassment.

“You just surprised me”, Draco muttered, feeling himself blush as well. He uneasily looked away from Theo and for a moment there was awkward silence between them. Then Draco pushed Theo to the side. “I really gotta pee, get off me already!”

He scrambled over behind a nearby tree and undid his pants. Theo grinned as he heard Draco's relieved moan and his forceful stream hit the bark. He secretly peered over, but Draco was hidden behind the tree trunk. He quickly turned his back when he heard him finish.

After Draco was done with his business, he got back over and sat down again, but he kept a small distance away from Theo. They exchanged an awkward look.

“So... you like girls then?”, Theo finally asked.

“Don't you?”, Draco avoided the question by asking one of his own.

Theo eyed him queasily. He confessed: “Not really.”

“You're into guys?”, Draco asked. Theo nodded. Draco fell silent, thinking about that.

“So, do you?”, Theo asked.

“What?”

“Like girls?”

“I'm not sure”, Draco admitted, “everybody assumes you know such stuff about yourself. I don't. I... I mean, you haven't been with a girl before, either, right? So how do you even know you like guys better?”

“I just do.”

“Well, I don't!”, Draco said stubbornly.

They both fell silent for a while. Finally, Draco spoke up again: “So when you kissed me, that wasn't just practice?”

“I'm sorry! I don't know what... why I did... I felt... I wanted-”, Theo stammered.

Draco asked: “Wanna practice some more?”

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Friday, October 1st

Draco really had to pee. He hadn't gone to the loo since before lunch as the bathroom across the great hall had been crowded. Then, after Defense Against the Dark Arts Theo had dragged him off to the library. So he was literally bursting when he finally had managed to get away from everyone. He usually didn't stray into this part of the castle – the hallways were infected with Gryffindors, as their dorms were right around the corner – and he certainly wouldn't have thought of using one of the loos here under normal circumstances. One never knew what nasty Mudblood disease one might catch in there.

But circumstances weren't normal and right now the bathroom sign Draco had spotted seemed like the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. With what little dignity he still could muster, he fast-walked over. He didn't care if anyone saw him enter. Once inside, he suddenly found himself face to face with Potter and Weasley, the later had just finished at the urinal while the other was washing his hands. Draco stopped dead in his tracks. The two were equally surprised at his sudden entry, but they got over it first. They both reached for their wands.

“Who have we here?”, Potter asked, an evil grin sneaking on his face, “running around with a bandage for a full week and whining to your dad to get Hagrid into trouble! And we haven't yet thanked you for that detention with Snape either...”

“Yeah, he made us scrape flobberworm mucus off the desks for three hours”, Weasley added.

Draco tried to get at his own wand, but Potter pointed his directly at Draco's nose and warned: “Do try!”

Draco slowly moved the hand away from his pocket again.

“Your goons not with you?”, Weasley asked, though it was more of an observation. He grinned evilly.

“What are you doing here?”, Potter demanded.

“Loo. I... I was just...”, Draco trailed off, his eyes wandering over to the row of toilets.

“This is Gryffindor territory”, the Weasel mused.

Draco's bladder spasmed and he flinched. “Just let me use the toilet and I'll be gone right away!”

“Didn't you listen? You can't use this bathroom!”, Potter said.

“Yeah. You're not allowed in here!”, Weasley grinned.

Draco grimaced. “Come on, Please!”

“No.”

“Are you deaf?”

The two snickered.

Draco groaned as he felt another twinge in his lower abdomen. He knew he couldn't make it to another bathroom in time, but he still turned around. He didn't even get to make a single step.

“Locomotor Mortis!”, Potter screamed behind his back and he felt his legs freeze together.

Potter and Weasley strode around him and positioned themselves between him and the door.

“Where do you think you are going?”, Potter inquired.

The Weasel agreed: “Yeah, you haven't apologized for trespassing yet!”

He raised his wand to torture Draco with a tickling hex. Draco bend over laughing. To his horror, a few squirts of pee escaped him and he desperately grabbed himself. His briefs felt really damp, he only hoped nothing showed on his trousers yet. “Please”, he begged, “I really gotta wee!”

The two just laughed even more at his choice of words. He felt his face go red with embarrassment. Weasley cast another tickling hex and Draco fell to his knees, shaking with laughter. He lost another squirt, much bigger this time. He cried for them to stop, they just sneered at him. His bladder spasmed and suddenly he just couldn't hold it any more and it all flooded out of him. Draco started crying. He sobbed and laughed as he soaked his pants right in front of his two enemies.

 

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Ron laughed even harder when he saw that Malfoy really was wetting himself. He gloated: “Malfoy is a baby! What will your friends say when they learn you still wet your pants?”

Harry was laughing, too, until he realized Malfoy had started to cry. He eyed Ron, but his friend didn't even think of lifting the hex.

“Stop it already, he's had enough”, Harry whispered softly.

Ron looked at him, confused, but he lowered his wand.

“I can't wait to tell Fred and George! The whole school will laugh at you, Malfoy!”, he laughed, “you coming, Harry?”

Still snickering, he turned around and walked out.

Harry gave Malfoy another look, the blonde boy was kneeling in front of him in a puddle of his own pee and was sobbing quietly. Malfoy stared back at him, his tear-filled eyes burning in humiliation and anger. Harry actually felt a bit bad about himself, he hadn't intended to go this far. For a second he thought of apologizing, but then he just quickly lifted the leg-lock curse from Malfoy, and without another word turned around and ran after Ron.

He caught up to him at the entrance to the great hall. Ron was headed straight for the Gryffindor table where his brothers sat.

“Ron!”, Harry stopped him, “don't tell them, OK?”

“What? Why?”

“I kind of feel bad for him”, Harry admitted.

“You can't be serious!”, Ron spluttered, “that pile of dragon shit deserved it!”

“Just keep it to yourself, OK?”

“Who deserved what?”, Hermione, who had walked over to them, asked.

“We accidentally ran into Malfoy in the loo, we just wanted to mess with him a bit to get back at him-”, Harry said.

“He totally pissed himself! For real!”, Ron interrupted.

“You made him wet his pants?”, Hermione asked, taken aback.

“We didn't mean to”, Harry said.

“It was great!”, Ron grinned.

“Ronald Bilius Weasley, you should be ashamed of yourself!”, Hermione shot him down, “both of you! You're turning into the same kind of bully as Malfoy!”

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Friday, October 29th

Draco had been burning for revenge all month, but there had never been an opportunity. Until one afternoon just after Quidditch practice he almost ran into Potter when he turned a corner in the hallway. They both were equally surprised, but this time Draco moved first. He instinctively reached for his wand. There was no one else around, this was his chance! Without thinking, he cast the first offensive spell that came to his mind.

“Serpensortia!”, he cried and a huge snake plopped out of the tip of his wand. With an angry hiss, it immediately started moving towards Potter.

Potter stumbled backwards, fumbling for his wand, failing to cast some spell to protect himself or to dispel the creature. Draco watched with a gleeful smile. Until Potter opened his mouth, that was. Potter hissed an angry command at the snake. Idiot! What had he been thinking! Never set a snake on a parselmouth!

The snake stopped and turned around, now slithering towards Draco even faster. He tried to remember the counter spell to dispel it, but in his panic he couldn't. Now it was he who staggered back and fell flat on his arse, he tried to crawl backwards, away from the angry teeth. The creature didn't attack, it just hovered in front of him, waiting. Potter casually walked over to gloat at him.

 

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“Run, little Slytherin”, Harry taunted, “before you piss your pants again!”

He immediately regretted his words as he saw the expression on Malfoy's face, but before he could say another thing, Draco had already turned and ran away, crying with embarrassment and newly rekindled anger.

Harry gave the snake a sheepish look.

“I didn't mean to say that”, he told it.

It just looked back at him without emotion.

Harry didn't know how to dispel the creature nor how long its magic would last on its own.

“Don't do anything bad! And don't harm anyone!”, he instructed it before he, too, turned around and left.

 

 

Saturday, October 30th

Draco had been keeping to himself all day. He was still angry at himself for his stupidity, at Potter for embarrassing him yet again and at the world in general for being a terrible place and he just didn't want to see anyone. He had been hiding behind a stack of books in the furthest corner of the library all morning, brooding over his misfortune. Even Theo had finally given up and left him alone.

Draco hadn't eaten lunch, he didn't feel hungry. He skimmed through a book on medical potions without really reading any of it, nervously bumping his leg up and down. He hadn't gotten done more than the introduction for his essay either. Angrily, he pushed the book to the side. He started to scissor his legs, he had to piss bad. He couldn't even concentrate on being angry and miserable anymore. Dragon dung! With a silent curse, he got up.

On his way out of the library he saw Granger. Working hard as always, playing the model student, like she actually believed she could become a real wizard. When he went past her table, he accidentally on purpose toppled over her books.

“Oh, sorry, Mudblood!”, he grinned.

She shot him an angry glance, but then she just silently picked up the books and continued her work. The fact that she ignored him dampened Draco's mood even more. Filthy Mudblood! He was about to turn back to her, but an angry twinge in his lower abdomen reminded him of the more important business he had to attend to right now. He quickly left the library and hurried over to the bathroom across the hallway.

He had just stepped through the door and was about to run into the first stall, as a heavy hand fell on his shoulders. Draco hadn't really paid attention to the two older boys who had been heading for the loo as well. He had just figured he would wait inside his stall until they had finished their business and left again. The hand that had grabbed his shoulder forced him to turn around, it belonged to one of the Weasley twins. Like always, his brother was with him.

“Hello, Malfoy! We wanted to have a quick word with you”, Fred or George – Draco couldn't tell the two apart for his life – began.

“Let go of me!”, Draco demanded, trying to squirm out of the older boy's grip.

They didn't seem to hear him. The other brother said: “About Harry.”

“And a snake”, the first added.

“You see, we don't like people attacking our friends”, the second finished.

When the twins pulled their wands from their pocket, Draco immediately reached for his own, but he didn't even get to touch it before the brothers had already immobilized him with a full body-bind curse. Draco's limbs snapped together and he felt himself fall backwards. He hit the cubicle and slid down its wall, until he came to rest leaning on it, laying on his side. He was stiff as a board, couldn't even speak or call for help, only his eyes were free to move. He fearfully looked up at his two assailants.

The closer one bent down and, with a friendly smile, said: “We'll just leave you with a warning this time.”

“Don't mess with our friends!”, the other added.

With that, they turned around and just left Draco there. Draco wanted to call after them, to cry for help, but his lips wouldn't move and no sound escaped his mouth. He panicky looked around, though there was no one else there. He tried to move his fingers, to reach for his wand, but not a single muscle in his body would obey his will.

And he had to piss so bad!

There was nothing he could do but wait for someone to find him. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. No one came. Draco's stomach felt bloated, his bladder hurt so bad! The cold of the stone floor made him have to go even worse. His bladder spasmed and a small squirt dampened his briefs. He wanted to grab himself so badly, but he couldn't move. Please! Someone come in! He felt a longer squirt escape, and then another one.

His bladder gave another spasm and this time he couldn't stop it anymore. He felt the hot pee flood his pants and pooling around him. His view became hazy as tears filled his eyes and he silently began to cry. He couldn't even make a sound.

 

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Theo had felt bad for Draco all day, but only after Draco hadn't shown up for lunch, had he started to worry for real. He decided to go search for him. Draco wasn't in the dorm, nor any of their usual spots. Theo went to the library to check if maybe Draco was still there, but no such luck. Theo even went all the way to the Quidditch pitch and he almost got himself caught by Mr. Filch when he sneaked into the unused part of the dungeons Draco and he once had explored together. No Draco.

At a loss where else to look, Theo returned to the library and went over to the table all the way in the back where his friend liked to hide. A half-finished potions essay in Draco's handwriting lay on the table, but no Draco. He looked around, but he couldn't see Draco anywhere. Where could he have disappeared to?

The only other person there at a Saturday was Granger, working busily on some homework, no doubt. The two of them sat next to each other in Muggle studies – certainly not a seating arrangement either of them would have chosen, but he was the only Slytherin in the course and she had been late for the first lesson, so he kind of had ended up stuck with her. They hadn't exactly grown to like each other, but they were at least on speaking terms. So it was stupid not to ask her. Even if Theo was a tiny bit scared of her.

He went over.

“Hello, Granger, sorry-”, he said.

“What?”, she hissed, angry.

Scaaary.

“Umh, have you seen Draco-?”

“NO.”

Theo eyed her uncomfortably. “It's important. His stuff is still here, he should be-”

“That jerk left some time ago!”

“Did you see where he went?”

“No.”

Now Theo truly started to get worried. “You really didn't see?”

Granger looked up at him and Theo half expected her to blow up at him again. Somehow today everybody seemed to be in an ill temper. But when she saw his face she just sighed: “I don't know. Maybe he went to the bathroom or something.”

“Well, thanks anyways!”, Theo told her.

Theo left the library again and looked down the hallway in both directions. He doubted Draco really was just on the loo, or he would already have been back. Granger had said he had left some time ago, too. But there was no harm in checking at least. So he went over to the boy's room right across the hallway.

When he entered, he immediately saw Draco. He was sprawled awkwardly on the floor, laying in a huge, clear puddle, and he wasn't moving. Theo immediately rushed over to him and knelt down besides his friend. The way Draco's trousers were soaked gave Theo a good idea what kind of liquid the puddle was, but right then he didn't care he got Draco's piss all over his own pants and robe. “Draco!”, he cried, “are you OK?” Draco still didn't move, but tears were running down his cheeks and his eyes were alive and followed Theo. Theo realized what must be wrong with Draco and got out his wand. The second he lifted the curse Draco started sobbing uncontrollably.

Theo was so relieved that nothing worse had happened to Draco, he pulled him over and hugged him dearly. He softly petted Draco's hair and let him cry on his shoulder. Interrupted by sobs, Draco told him what had happened. When he finally had calmed down, Theo cast cleaning spells on them both. Then he gently helped Draco over to the sinks and washed his face.

“All better?”, Theo asked.

Draco nodded, even though he looked like he was about to start crying again any second.

“Wanna go to our room?”

Draco weakly nodded again. He allowed Theo to lead him to their dorm. Once there, Theo sat him down on his bed, then he returned to the library to get Draco's stuff.

That night, he heard Draco cry himself to sleep. Theo felt so terrible for him, but he didn't know what to do. He couldn't go over to console him, not with Crabbe and Goyle in the same room. The next day was Hallowe'en – and their first visit to Hogsmeade. Theo knew that Draco had really been looking forward to that. He resolved he wouldn't let Potter or any of those other assholes ruin that day for them. He would use the trip to cheer Draco up and make it special!

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Sunday, October 31st

The next day Theo woke up at five in the morning. He was too excited about the Hogsmeade trip to get back to sleep, but it was too early to get up either, so for a while he just listened to the other boys in their sleep. Draco was breathing calmly, he must have fallen asleep at some point after all. Theo hoped his friend would feel better in the morning. On his other side, Goyle snorted and lazily turned around in his bed. There was also the gentle sound of the lake swashing against the window across his bed, Theo was so used to it, he hardly heard it anymore. He sat up and stared out into the dark water, sometimes he thought he could almost see something big move behind the glass. The sight took some getting used to, in his first month at Hogwarts he had actually been a bit scared of what might hide out in the darkness of the lake at night.

Goyle stirred and sat up with a yawn.

“Morning”, Theo said and stifled a yawn of his own.

Goyle grunted – which was his way of wishing Theo a good morning as well – and got up. He scratched his ass, yawned again, and lazily walked over to the door to vanish in the direction of the washroom. Other kids were rising early today as well, Theo could hear faint voices and silent steps as the first few walked about on the corridor outside. Seemed like he wasn't the only one excited about their Hogsmeade excursion after all. Soon Crabbe got up as well.

“Morning”, Theo said again.

Crabbe didn't bother to answer and went over to Draco.

“No, leave him be!”, Theo stopped him. It was still early and after last night he thought Draco might need the sleep.

Crabbe grunted dissatisfied – Theo suspected it was some kind of special idiot dialect only Crabbe and Goyle spoke – but he left Draco in peace.

Theo decided to get up as well and quickly take a shower as long as most of the other boys were still in bed and he would have some privacy. He didn't mind being naked in front of the other kids, after all in the showers they all were. It was just as of lately he had this problem, he sometimes got hard when he wasn't careful where he looked with the other guys. Especially with Draco. It happened to other boys as well, but it was still embarrassing.

Crabbe was the only one in the showers when Theo entered the washroom. He joined him and made sure to look the other way. Crabbe and Goyle were among those who would tease him relentlessly about it if it happened. Besides, Crabbe wasn't exactly a sight he craved. Blaise Zabini, who just happened to walk in at that moment, on the other hand... Theo couldn't help but take a quick peek as Blaise shed his pajamas and stepped under the showers with them. He could feel his member swell and he quickly looked the other way, rinsed off and grabbed a towel to hide his beginning erection.

Crabbe had already toweled off and walked past him out of the washroom, leaving Theo alone in there with Blaise. Theo secretly eyed the cute boy again and for a second Blaise's brown eyes met with his. Theo blushed and immediately turned away. He almost ran from the washroom and didn't stop either before he was back in the safety of their bedroom. Crabbe and Goyle gave him funny looks as he burst in, but he ignored them and, more dignified, walked over to his bed. He put on his school uniform – he made sure he turned his back to them so they wouldn't see his erection and tease him for it – then he waited for the two to leave before he went over to Draco.

“You awake?”, he whispered.

“Mhmm”, Draco said and turned away from him.

“Come on, it's almost time for breakfast!”, Theo said.

“Go away!”, Draco muttered.

Instead, Theo went around Draco's bed so he was facing him again. “Get up, sleepyhead! You're gonna be late for Hogsmeade!”

Draco turned the other way once more. “I'm not going.”

“Hey”, Theo said and softly shook Draco's shoulder.

“Leave me alone!”

Theo sighed. “Come on, you can sleep in another day!”

“Go away! I'm not going!”

But Theo wouldn't have that. He grabbed Draco's blanket and with one swift motion yanked it away. “Get up you lazy sod! You can pity yourself another day! We're already late for breakf-”, Theo stumbled over his own words and just stared down at Draco, speechless, stupidly holding up the blanket. Draco's bed was completely wet and his pajamas were drenched, too. he looked back at Theo in horror and futilely tried to cover the wetness of his crotch with his hands. Then Draco started to cry.

Theo was completely stumped, he didn't know what to do, he just felt completely horrible about himself. The worst part was that he could feel his member go completely stiff, which in his mind made him the most abhorrent person on the planet. That was the reason why Draco hadn't wanted to get up? Oh, dragon dung! And Theo had stepped right into it. He had wanted this to be a good day for Draco and he had already ruined it!

He dropped the stupid blanket, rushed over and knelt down besides Draco. “It's OK! It's OK!”, Theo told him and just hugged him. Draco pressed his face to his chest and sobbed, and Theo whispered again: “It's OK, it's gonna be OK.”

He held Draco until blonde boy stopped sniveling and calmed down a little, and Theo finally got a moment to think. “Right”, he said, “don't worry, I'll fix this! I'll just get my wand and I'll cast a cleaning charm on you and nobody will be the wiser!”

“I can do that myself!”, Draco snapped at him in a sudden flash of anger.

Theo watched sheepishly as Draco grabbed his own wand, waved it over his bed and muttered the incantation. The spell ran down the length of his body and vanished all wetness, leaving bed and pajamas suddenly dry again. Draco snatched his blanket from the floor and took care of the damp spot on it with another charm. Then he faced Theo and asked darkly: “You done gloating?”

“I... I wasn't... I didn't-”, Theo said.

Draco cut him off: “Go ahead! Tell everyone!” Suddenly, he looked like he was about to burst into tears again.

“Of cause I won't!”, Theo told him. He hesitated a moment, then he added: “You coming? We have to hurry or we won't get any breakfast before we have to leave for Hogsmeade.”

Draco sat down on his bedside and looked at the floor. He silently asked: “You still want me to come? Honestly?”

“If you're not going, I'm staying as well!”, Theo told him, determined.

Draco eyed him uncertainly, but apparently Theo passed his examination. “Hogsmeade it is then?”, Draco decided and for the first time that day, a tiny smile crept on his face. “I'll be just a minute!”, he told Theo, got up and ran to the washroom. Theo looked after him and grinned.

Then he eyed Draco's bed again. He touched the mattress where Draco had lain, sadly it felt all dry now, of cause, though some of Draco's warmth still lingered. He bowed down and buried his face in the bedding, inhaling deeply, but he couldn't smell any traces of pee anymore either.

A sound from the door startled Theo and he jumped up just as Goyle walked in. Theo stared at him like a deer caught in the headlight of a nearing car, but Goyle didn't take any special notice of him. He just went over to the nightstand next to his bed, fished his Hogsmeade permission slip from the drawer, and walked back out. Only when Goyle had left, Theo realized that he had been holding his breath the whole time. He slowly exhaled. Merlin's pants! What had he been doing? What the fuck was wrong with him?

Draco returned just wearing a towel around his waist and got his clothes. He made sure not to put them on the bed. Theo sneaked a peak while Draco dressed, and he got a nice sideways view of the cute, little bush of blond hair Draco sprouted down there. He hastily looked away as Draco turned to face him. It was stupid really, Draco already knew Theo had a crush on him. And he was cool with it! He kinda had given Theo mixed signals as to how much he returned those feelings, but Draco hadn't stopped hanging out with him and he still used the shower and changed his clothes in front of him like before – that meant he was cool with it, right? If Draco flounced around him naked all the time, he couldn't expect Theo not to look! Theo was just really embarrassed and confused right now by how much the sight of Draco lying in that wet bed had turned him on.

“You coming for breakfast?”, Draco interrupted his thoughts.

“Y-yeah!”, Theo said and got up without looking his friend into the eyes. He quickly closed his robe so it would hide his erection, then he followed Draco. When they entered the Great Hall, most other students were already seated and eating. Draco and Theo had hardly grabbed a quick snack and some pumpkin juice for breakfast, when Professor McGonagall already got up from the teacher's table and announced that the students who were going to visit Hogsmeade were to assemble in the yard. The two to hurriedly finished their meal and followed their teacher.

A big crowd of students had already assembled outside, and McGonagall inspected each one's permission slip. Draco and Theo showed her theirs. The third years who would be visiting the village for the first time were supposed to walk there as a group, so they had to wait for everyone to get sorted and have their permission checked.

They had been among the last, so Theo wondered what was taking McGonagall so long. He looked over to the Professor and saw that Potter was talking to her, and he seemed more and more agitated. Theo elbowed Draco and pointed the two out to his friend. They stepped closer to eavesdrop.

Potter had no signed permission! Theo immediately started to grin as he heard. At this point of their conversation Potter was literally begging his teacher to let him go, but McGonagall brushed him off. He looked so disappointed when he turned back to the castle!

“Not going to the village, Potter? Too afraid of the Dementors?”, Theo asked with fake concern as the boy passed them.

Draco snickered. Potter just stared back at them emptily, but Theo had reached his goal. He had made Draco laugh and that was all that counted for him today.

 

* * *

 

Draco felt a little better after he had seen Potter's face, and a little bit of Theo's enthusiasm caught on to him. Theo was so excited, he hadn't stopped talking for even a second since they had stepped out of the castle gate. What shops there were in Hogsmeade, what places they had to go, where they should go first, what sweets he was going to buy... Draco sighed. He couldn't believe that Theo still wanted to hang out with a baby like him.

“What, you don't like peppermint toads?”, Theo asked, confusing the sigh for an answer to his question about the sweets they should buy.

“We can get a few, I guess. If we must”, Draco muttered, grimacing. Now that he thought about them, he actually hated the things. They kept on hopping around in your stomach after you had eaten them, and they always made him feel like he was gonna barf.

Theo agreed: “Cool, and we just have to get a whole bunch of every flavor beans!”

Draco grinned. Yeah, those he liked. Well, they were horrible actually, at least some of them. But they were the coolest! Especially if you were with friends and everybody took turns eating one as a dare.

So, not surprising, their first stop once they were in Hogsmeade was Honeydukes and they intended to buy so many sweets they would get sick from eating them all. Honeydukes sold all possible kinds of sweets and candy, and most of the impossible kinds as well. Chocolate wands and cauldrons and frogs, skeletons made from sugar, skeleton made from chocolate, bonbons that exploded, toffees that would make you float, toffees that would make you breathe fire, lollipops that looked like mice, lollipops that tasted like blood and lollipops that would burn a hole into your tongue. A lot of other students and even Professor McGonagall had been drawn to the shop as well. Draco hadn't taken the Professor for the sweets-type, he didn't think dragons liked sweets.

Professor McGonagall bought a box of chocolate cauldrons and a mice pop for the way. Draco had had a chocolate cauldron once, at a party his parents had given for the minister, they were filled with firewiskey and they tasted horrible. At least Draco thought so, his father and the minister had laughed at his comment.

He and Theo browsed the shop for some less dangerous chocolates, and argued what else they should get. Theo immediately snatched up a big pack of peppermint toads. “For both of us”, he said. Draco grimaced and chose some ice mice for himself and a sugar quill for each of them.

“Want some salt water taffies, too?”, Theo asked.

“Sure”, Draco agreed. They were really nice and sweet, and quite popular. Draco liked them, too, though he wasn't too fond of how thirsty the taffies always made him – hence the name. Theo filled two big bags and handed Draco one of them.

When they left Honeydukes, they both had their pockets filled with sweets and each had a big cone of ice cream in their hands – and a whole lot less of their pocket money. It was completely sensible, though. After all, it would be weeks before they could buy more. The previous years Draco's mom had send him an owl with sweets almost every day, but it had become embarrassing, he was too old to receive sweets from mommy like that! So he had told her to stop. He somewhat regretted that decision, though. Not even because of the sweets, it just had been nice to see his mom thought of him every day and that she missed him.

While they ate their ice cream and walked down the street to look at the shop windows, Draco's bladder gave him a gentle nudge, reminding him that it was starting to get full. In their hurry to assemble for Hogsmeade, he didn't have the time to visit the loo after breakfast. Draco kind of regretted getting such a big ice cream now. It wasn't really urgent, though, and they just had arrived and still so much to explore. He decided to ignore his need for now and soon forgot about it completely again.

He and Theo restocked on potion ingredients for class at the local apothecary. Then they longingly inspected the merchandise at the cauldron shop next door. They both wished they could get one of those self-stirring cauldrons that were one sale, but of cause Professor Snape didn't allow them in his lessons.

A big crowd of students had gathered outside Spintwitches, and the two went over to see what that commotion was about. They had to push through a bunch of other boys to even get a glimpse at the window.

“They have a Firebolt!”, Theo muttered, awed.

Draco just nodded and stared at the magnificent broom. He had first seen a Firebolt in Diagon Alley in London. The handle was finest ebony wood, this one had twigs of hazel, but they also came in birch for better acceleration but less precision in turning, and the metal parts were highest-quality goblin-made ironworks. Each Firebolt was custom build and had it's own registration number.

“It's the best broom in the world!”, an excited Hufflepuff girl told a classmate.

“The Irish team uses them!”, her friend said importantly.

“I so wished my dad would get me one for Christmas!”, Draco whispered.

“You're getting one?”, Theo spluttered.

Draco sighed. “No way. Not after he got Nimbus 2001s for the entire team last year.”

“Thanks for that, by the way”, Theo grinned and patted Draco on the shoulder, “ah, come on, you've still got one of the best brooms in the world!”

They looked at the Firebolt some more, until they were rudely shoved aside by a bunch of older Ravenclaw kids.

“Jerks!”, Draco called them and one flipped him the bird.

Draco was about to get out his wand, but Theo grabbed his arm. “Come on, let's go!”, he said as he dragged Draco away.

Next they went to Zonko's Joke Shop. A few weeks ago some student had dropped a dungbomb in the potions classroom during the lesson before theirs – reports to the fate of the culprit varied, either Professor Snape kept his dead body in his study or he had only been given detention till the end of his life – but the dungbomb had proven effective not only to cut short the previous class, but theirs had been canceled entirely as well. So they definitely were going to stock up on those. They had to get some firecrackers as well. Draco found a soap that dyed your hands black, while Theo spotted one that released a few dozen frogs when it got wet. They couldn't agree which would make the better addition to the girl's bathroom in their dorm, so they compromised and bought both.

Their pockets now filled to the brim with both sweets and joke articles, Theo and Draco went to look at the displays of the remaining shops and explore the village some more. Theo shared some of his salt water taffies with Draco. At Dervish and Banges they looked at the different magical contraptions and Draco got an auto-answer quill as a birthday present for Goyle while Theo bought himself a new set of exploding snap cards.

At the Shrieking Shack they ran into Granger and the Weasel gawking at the decaying haunted house.

“Looking to buy some real estate, Weasley? Bet you'd love to have a bedroom of your own”, Draco grinned.

Theo agreed: “Heard your family is sleeping all in the same room, isn't that so?”

Weasley was about to jump at them, but sadly that meddling Granger stopped him. Disappointed, Draco let go of his wand he had secretly grabbed in his pocket.

“Just ignore those idiots!”, Granger said, “you jerks leave Ron alone!”

“Yeah, run with your tail between your legs!”, Draco laughed, “are you so afraid you hide behind a Mudblood girl?”

Weasley's face went red and this time he would really have leaped at Draco, hadn't Granger seized both his arms. Draco had gotten out his wand, pointing it at them. He laughed.

“Let's go!”, Granger hissed at the Weasel, urgently.

Draco and Theo laughed as she dragged the fuming boy away. “Have you seen his face?”, Draco snorted. Theo grinned: “Yeah, that was fun.”

They decided to turn back towards the village center and Theo shared another round of salt water taffies with Draco while he let them down a side road towards High Street. The huge ice cream from before was making its way through Draco and he started to really feet like he needed the loo soon. Sucking on the taffy, instead he said: “Man, I'm thirsty.”

“Me, too. Wanna get a hot chocolate?”, Theo concurred and pointed at a café a few houses ahead.

Draco eyed the tea shop warily. “Madam Puddifoot's”, it read in pink letters atop the equally pink window and door. The place looked a bit girlish. “I dunno”, he said, “let's go to the Three Broomsticks instead?”

“But that's at the other end of Hogsmeade and I'm thirsty!”, Theo complained.

Theo tugged at Draco's sleeve. Draco sighed and allowed himself to be dragged inside. The café was rather small, but there were a surprising number of customers sitting around the tiny round tables with pink napkins that crammed up the room. The place seemed to be frequented almost exclusively by older teenagers, who were holding hands or kissing over their cups of tea or coffee. Theo didn't seem to notice and quickly weaved through the crowd to claim one of the few empty tables. Draco followed him more slowly and uncomfortably sat down opposite to him.

He had hardly settled down when they were already approached by a stout witch who took their order.

“You getting a hot chocolate as well?”, Theo asked him.

“Y-yeah”, Draco agreed. He looked around awkwardly.

The fat witch brought them two cups of hot chocolate topped with whipped cream. Draco reached into his pocket to pay for his, but Theo quickly put down the money for both of them. “You already treated me to that ice cream”, he said.

“Thanks”, Draco muttered. He took another furtive look around. “The place is a bit strange, isn't it? They all look so intimate, think they're all couples?”

Theo took a sip from his chocolate, leaving a line of whipped cream on his upper lip. He followed Draco's eyes and shrugged. “I don't know”, he said slowly, “you think so?”

Draco took a gulp himself, mostly to hide behind his cup, for he had spotted Lucian Bole, a beater from their Quidditch team, who apparently was out with his girlfriend. And Draco would really have preferred the older teen didn't see him here. He observed: “Like, they all seem to be on a date!”

“Oh, I thought we were just here for a hot chocolate?”, Theo asked, leaning closer.

“Of cause we are!”

“Right”, Theo hurriedly agreed.

They looked at each other awkwardly and Draco took another big swig from his chocolate. He almost jumped when Theo's knee touched his leg under the table. “Sorry, you OK?”, Theo said and grabbed Draco's hand.

“Yeah, I just-”, Draco said and immediately retreated the hand when he realized what they were doing. He quickly finished his chocolate. “I just have to pee kinda bad, that's all. Can you hurry up? Let's get back to the castle.” It wasn't even a lie.

“Toilet's are over there”, Theo whispered, pointing with his eyes at the sign in the back of the café.

Draco took a look around, horrified at the number of of people who would see him enter the loo. “I can't!”

“Why not? Just go, I want to stay here a little longer!”, Theo retorted, a little annoyed.

Draco eyed him uncomfortably, he pleaded: “But... they'd all see me go in!”

“Just go!”, Theo hissed, angry, “I won't let your ridiculous pee shyness cut short our date!”

“Date?”, Draco asked far too loud.

“I... Outing! Trip! I didn't... we... I mean... like...”, Theo stuttered.

Draco got up. “I'm going back to Hogwarts”, he said and got out.

Theo ran after him. Draco pretended he wasn't there, turned towards the way back to Hogwarts and started walking without a word. Theo fell in besides him. “I'm sorry!”, he said, “I just wanted you to have a real great day! I wanted to cheer you up! I don't even know why I said that! It's your fault, you started to talk about dates and stuff! Look, I shouldn't have dragged you in there! I didn't mean to make you feel awkward! I'm an idiot and I messed up, OK? Please don't be mad!”

Draco just kept on walking, his eyes on the ground.

“Please?”, Theo begged.

Draco sighed. “I'm not mad”, he said, he really wasn't angry. Not much. He had just been embarrassed and confused and... and... he had to pee! Theo breathed in relief. Draco eyed him and asked: “You really wanted this to be a date?”

“No! Maybe. I don't know. Yes?”, Theo admitted.

For a while, they walked in silence until Theo couldn't stand the quiet any longer. He asked: “So... that thing with the bed happens to you often?”

Draco didn't answer immediately. His first impulse was to lie, but then he decided to be honest with Theo. “Kinda. I can't help it, OK? It just happens.”

“I get that. When I was little, I wet the bed, too”, Theo said, “after my mom died.”

“Yeah, but I'm thirteen!”

“You can't help it!”, Theo reassured him, “so, how'd you manage to keep this secret all this time?”

Draco shrugged. “Mom taught me a cleaning charm.”

Theo thought about that. “Must be awkward to have to keep on sleeping in the same bed. I mean, it's spelled clean, but still...”, he trailed off.

“Yeah.”

All this talk about wet beds made Draco have to go even worse.

“How do you manage at home? I mean, you're not allowed magic”, Theo asked.

Draco's balder jerked and he had to cross his legs for a moment. He groaned: “Please, can we talk about something else but pee?”

“Sorry!”

After the worst pain had passed and he thought it save to open his legs again, Draco resumed walking. Thankfully, Theo kept his mouth shut, but Draco was at his limit, that hot chocolate had done him in. His bladder was throbbing constantly, at another bad spasm he bent over and grabbed himself.

 

* * *

 

Theo eyed his friend worriedly. By now he was kinda good at judging how desperate Draco was, and if he was grabbing himself like that when others could see him, he was bursting. Theo didn't think that Draco could make it back to Hogwarts. A part of him wanted to just let things take their course and watch Draco piss his pants, but Theo still hadn't come to terms with that part and today was Draco's day and Theo didn't want his friend to have another embarrassing experience on his day.

“There is no one around”, he said softly, “if it's that urgent, why don't you pee on a tree? I'll stand watch.”

Draco didn't look like he liked the suggestion at all, but he nodded anyways and hobbled over to a nearby group of trees. Theo climbed a small pile of dirt near the pathway so he had a better view in both directions to make sure no one surprised them – and so he had a better view of Draco himself. He quickly looked over when he heard Draco open his zipper. Draco hardly got out his member in time before he started to release a forceful stream of pee, he moaned in relief. A cloud of steam rose up where the piss hit the snowy ground.

Theo watched in amazement. Draco pissed like a whole lake! It made Theo hard just to watch, and it also made him realize how bad he had to pee himself. Finally, Draco's stream started to die down. With a foolish grin on his face, Theo quickly turned his back again before Draco could notice.

A moment later he could hear Draco zip up his trousers again and walk over. “Let's go!”

“Wait!”, Theo said, “can you keep watch for me? I gotta take a piss, too!”

He didn't wait for Draco's answer and ran over to the same trees. The puddle Draco had left was so huge! Theo whipped out his tool and started peeing, which was a little difficult since he was kind of hard. He grinned and thievishly eyed Draco, but sadly his friend had turned his back and was watching the pathway for real.

After Theo had added his own piss to the now positively enormous lake of pee, he returned to Draco, who still stubbornly hadn't tried to take a peek.

Draco turned to face him and he surprised Theo when he said: “I'm sorry I ruined your date. Want to go back to Hogsmeade?”

“No, it's OK”, Theo said, “it's getting late anyways and I'm getting hungry. I don't want to be late for the Hallowe'en feast!”

When they arrived back at the castle, the Great Hall was already fully decorated. The star-filled ceiling had been covered in storm clouds, a thousand candle-filled pumpkins cast an eery light in the dark hall and right above their heads, life bats swooped across the room.

Most first- and second-years were already at their tables, and so was Potter. Draco and Theo waved at him and asked if he had enjoyed his day. Potter just stared at them gloomily. They helped themselves to some pumpkin juice and pumpkin-shaped cookies. As more and more of the older students returned from Hogsmeade, the Great Hall filled with chatter and laughter. Crabbe and Goyle joined them at the Slytherin table, and they all talked about the fun they had had at Hogsmeade. Crabbe had already eaten all of the candy he had bought and tried to sneak some of theirs. They even let him have some – they had eaten so much themselves already, they were kind of sick of sweets – but they “accidentally” got some ton-tongue toffees and hiccough sweets mixed up in there. The combined effect was hilarious, Crabbe started to hiccup uncontrollably, then he almost swallowed his tongue as it, turned purple, grew so long it touched the table. They all laughed and even Crabbe joined in when he managed to get some air to breath again.

Just then the Hallowe'en feast suddenly appeared on the golden plates before them, like the food always did. Roasted pumpkins and carrot cake and pastries filled with meat and fruit made their mouths water. There was more than they could possibly eat, not that they didn't try. Theo helped himself to some chicken pie and mashed potatoes first and some pudding later. They all got seconds, even though they were already full with Hogsmeade sweets. They had a great time, even Draco finally relaxed and joked and laughed with them like usual and just enjoyed himself. Until that stupid Weasley came by and called Draco a pee-baby to ruin his good mood. Theo reacted quick and threw a well-aimed piece of frog spawn soap right into the asshole's pumpkin juice. It was spectacular. Frogs suddenly exploded into every direction from the glass in his hand, the Weasel squealed like a little girl, jumped backwards and sat down on the floor right on his arse. The laughter of the entire Slytherin table accompanied him on his hurried retreat and soon Draco had forgotten about him and was smiling again, too.

 

* * *

 

The feast ended with a performance by the Hogwarts ghosts who popped out of the walls to glide atop the tables in formation. Nearly Headless Nick got quite some applause for his reenactment of his own bungled beheading.

The evening had been so much fun, Harry had almost forgotten about Hogsmeade. Not even the mean prank Malfoy and his gang had played on Ron could dampen their moods. When they passed them on their way out of the Great Hall, Malfoy made frog sounds at Ron and the others laughed at him, but they ignored the idiots.

Harry, Ron and Hermione went the usual path up to Gryffindor tower, but when they reached the corridor with the portrait of the Fat lady, they found it blocked by a crowd of students.

“What's going on”, Ron asked, “you can't all have forgotten the password again like Neville?”

Neville gave him an angry look. There was nervous chatter in the front, and one girl turned around and whispered to them: “The Fat Lady has been attacked!”

Just then Dumbledore arrived and pushed through them to the front. Harry, Ron and Hermione tried to get closer as well to see what had happened. Hermione gasped. The Fat Lady was gone, her portrait slashed to pieces, scraps of canvas lying on the floor.

Dumbledore looked grim as he turned around and called over the crowd: “Mr. Filch, we have to find her! Search every painting in the castle for the Fat Lady!”

They finally located her hiding in a landscape on the fourth floor. She was in shambles, but Professor Dumbledore got out of her enough of what had happened. Her assailant had been no other than Sirius Black, when he had tried to break into the Gryffindor dormitories. His name send a chill through the crowd of students who had followed the headmaster.

Dumbledore immediately led them back to the Great Hall, where the Gryffindors soon were joined by the pupils of the other three houses, who all looked confused. Kids were talking in hushed voices and news of Sirius Black spread like wildfire. Harry got the eery feeling everybody was staring at him.

“For your own safety”, Dumbledore addressed the crowd, “you will all have to spend the night here. The teachers will conduct a thorough search of the castle.”

He paused. Then, like he had almost forgotten, he waved his wand at the long tables and they moved to the back of the hall and stood themselves up against the wall. A second wave of his wand, and hundreds of makeshift beds appeared on the floor. “Oh, yes. You will need those.”

Harry listened with growing despair. Boys and girls were separated and teachers led them to the bathrooms in groups so they could get ready for bed. But Harry couldn't get to bed like this! He eyed Professor McGonagall, who stood guarding the doors to the Entrance Hall. She had her wand in hand and looked tense. Harry awkwardly approached her.

“Professor?”, he asked, “I need to get to the dormitories.”

“You can return there tomorrow, Mr. Potter”, she said.

Harry grimaced. “I have to get something. It's important!”

“You will have to wait till tomorrow.”

“But I have to have it! I... I can't sleep without it.”

McGonagall faced him, almost annoyed. “Mr. Potter, aren't you a little old to still need a cuddly toy for bedtime?”

Harry grew red. “That's not it!”, he protested, “it's really important! Please!”

“Mr. Potter, do you even realize the situation? Whatever it is, it can wait till tomorrow. Now go back into the hall!”

McGonagall looked at him sternly. Harry sullenly bit his lip and turned around. He couldn't tell her that he needed a drynite from his chest of drawers at the dorms. He would never make it through the night dry, not with all the pumpkin juice he had had at dinner and the tea with Professor Lupin before that! He really regretted all that pumpkin juice now. What could he do?

He watched Professor Flitwick return from the lavatories with a group of first-years and decided he just had to try his luck. When the Professor led the next group of Ravenclaw boys out, Harry quickly fell in behind them. Once out on the hallway, he immediately broke away and hid behind a suit of armor until the Professor and his charges had disappeared into the bathroom.

Harry looked around to make sure he was alone on the corridor, then he got up and ran for it. He did not dare to go through the Entrance Hall as he knew professor McGonagall was still watching it, so he had to circle around and take a back route to the Grand Staircase. The empty corridors of the castle seemed even more eery today than they usually did at night. His eyes played tricks on him and once he thought he saw a huge black dog crouching in the shadows from the corner of his eyes, but when he looked at it again, it was gone. Harry started to doubt this was a good idea, but now he was already halfway there and besides, what else was he to do?

He reached the Grand Staircase, quickly ran up the stairs to the seventh and into the hallway that led to the Gryffindor dormitories. But in front of the ruined portrait, he stopped, dumbfounded. The portrait was in scraps and the Fat Lady gone, how was he supposed to get in? He tried the password, it did nothing. He pulled at the heavy frame, but of cause it wouldn't bulge either. Stumped, he stared at it.

Just then he heard steps behind him. “Mr. Potter!”, the angry voice made his blood freeze. Harry slowly turned around to face its owner.

“P-Professor Snape!”, he stammered.

“What are you doing, sneaking around here, Potter? Have you gone completely mad?”

“There's something I really need from the dorm-”, Harry tried to explain, helplessly pointing at the ruined painting.

“Black is right here, in this castle! He is after you, do you get that? Everyone from the Minister of Magic downwards is trying to keep you save! But famous Harry Potter does not care! Famous Harry Potter has to sneak out and search for Black himself! Famous Harry Potter gives no thought to the danger he puts himself and others into!”, Snape railed at him.

“I wasn't-”, Harry said, but Snape slapped him in the face.

“Are you trying to get murdered?”, Snape screamed at him, “right now I'm quite tempted to help Black do it! Did you think a mere boy could hunt down Sirius Black? Do you have any idea what that insane murderer would do to you?”

Snape dropped a heavy hand on Harry's shoulder and forced him to turn away from the portrait. “but Professor! I need to-”, Harry whined.

“Right now you need to get back to the Great Hall! We'll speak of your punishment later”, Snape fumed, force-walking Harry down the stairs.

He left Harry with an equally furious McGonagall. Neither of them even spoke of detention or house points, which strangely enough made Harry feel like he was in even more trouble than usual. Harry tried to explain himself to Professor McGonagall again, but she wouldn't listen. She just made sure he didn't leave her sight anymore.

“You did what?”, Ron asked as the Professor led their group to the bathroom. “You tried to go after Black all alone? Why didn't you tell me?”

“I didn't go after him!”, Harry said, sullen.

“So what were you doing then?”

“Nothing. It was stupid.”

Ron looked him like he wasn't believing him either, worst of all, now he was angry Harry hadn't told him. Ron went over to the sink and took a sponge bath in silence. Harry did the same. He also made sure he went to the toilet before they returned to the Great Hall, though he knew it wouldn't help. As he lay down in between Ron and Hermione – Ron still refused to speak to him – Harry resolved he would just have to stay up the whole night. There was no other way unless he wanted to wake up in a wet bed in front of his friends and his entire school.

 

* * *

 

Theo had similar concerns. As he lay down in the makeshift bed besides Draco, he turned to him and whispered: “What are you gonna do?”

“About what?”, Draco asked, annoyed. He didn't want to sleep on the floor. That madman was after Potter, so why did they all have to stay out here?

“About your bed... thing”, Theo caught himself at the last moment.

“Shut up! You wanna tell everyone?”, Draco hissed in a low voice and looked around fearful. The hall was way too crowded and he just knew Crabbe or Goyle would overhear them.

“Sorry”, Theo muttered.

“I'll just cast the usual spell in the morning”, Draco told him.

“Right”, Theo agreed. He didn't sound convinced. Draco wasn't half as confident as he made out to be either, but he didn't intend to tell Theo that. He would just have to stay up the night.

He had a more pressing problem, though. He hadn't had a chance to relief himself ever since he took that piss on a tree on the way back from Hogsmeade. They had been led to the bathroom in a big group, so naturally he hadn't been able to use the loo then. Dragon shit! Those damn sweets had made him thirsty, did he have four or five pumpkin juice at dinner? And he regretted every single one of them!

Laying on his back only increased the pressure Draco felt in his lower stomach. He shifted around, trying but failing to find a more comfortable position. He turned on his side again, facing Theo. Theo couldn't sleep either, Draco could see the starry ceiling reflect in his eyes.

“Everything alright?”, Theo whispered.

“Yes!”, Draco hissed, squirming.

“What's wrong?”, Theo asked.

Draco rolled his eyes. “I have to take a piss, OK?”

“But we just came from the bathroom.”

“There was like a dozen kids in there with us!”

“Oh”, Theo said in realization.

Draco sat up a little to look around. Teachers were patrolling between the rows of makeshift beds and telling kids off for talking. Hardly anyone seemed to be able to sleep. He groaned silently.

“Just ask a teacher if you can be excused to use the loo”, Theo suggested, unhelpful.

Like Draco could ask something that embarrassing with the whole school as witness. He lay back down and tried to think of things that would take his mind off his bladder and how full it felt. Quidditch. Their Hogsmeade visit. All the pumpkin juice he had drunken. Dragon dung! Draco grabbed himself under his blanket. For a short while it helped a little. He turned to his side again and pulled his legs to his stomach, clenching his thighs together. Maybe half an hour passed, then he just couldn't lie still any longer.

Draco sat up. The hall had quieted down somewhat, most other students finally seemed to have drifted off to an uneasy sleep. Theo's eyes were closed, too, and he snored silently. There was only one figure patrolling between the rows.

Draco threw off his blanket and got up. His bladder jerked at the sudden movement and he doubled over, stifling a pained moan. He straightened up again and quickly ran towards the exit to the hallway. The heavy doors were closed. He pulled at first, but it wouldn't budge. Draco stifled another moan and tried the second, it, too, was locked.

“Mr. Malfoy, where do you think you are going?”, Professor Snape's voice asked from behind him.

“Professor, I-”, Draco stammered and turned around to face the man.

“Go back to sleep”, Snape told him.

“I just need the loo, Sir”, Draco whispered, blushing.

Professor Snape sighed. He said: “You'll have to wait for Professor Flitwick to return, so he can escort you to the bathroom.”

Draco's bladder spasmed again. he grimaced and crossed his legs. “I can't! Please, Sir, I have to go really bad!”

“Mr. Malfoy, behave your age! Professor Flitwick will only be a few minutes.”

Professor Snape now looked positively annoyed. Draco bit his lip and started to march in place. He felt a small dribble escape and he had to grab himself.

“Please! It's just across the hallway! I'm gonna pee my pants!”, he whined.

Professor Snape stared at his pitiful display, disgusted. He pointed his wand at the door and it clicked open. He hissed: “The toilet, and then you come straight back! If you dawdle or wander off, I'm going to skin you alive myself!”

Draco nodded thankfully and, both hands pressed between his legs, ran past his teacher. He was lucky the bathroom was really right across the hallway. He burst through the door and ran straight for the first cubicle. The mere sight of the bowl made his eyes water. His bladder involuntarily contracted and he felt the hot piss gush into his briefs while he was still clawing at the button of his trousers. “Oh, dragon dung! Dragon dung! Dragon dung!”, he muttered. He finally got the cursed pants unbuttoned and yanked them all down in one go, all the time peeing already. He hurriedly grabbed his member and aimed it at the bowl to finish in the toilet.

Draco peed for what felt like an eternity. It felt so good to finally void his aching bladder, and a dull emptiness replaced the throbbing pain. Draco sighed in relief. When he was finally done, he pulled up his pants to examine the damage. His briefs were soaked and there was a wet spot the size of his palm in the front of his trousers. He had left his wand laying by his bed in the Great Hall, so he could do nothing but hope the wetness would be hidden by the darkness. Draco didn't bother to mop up the puddle of pee he had left on the floor all around the toilet, he just flushed, turned around, washed his hands and quickly ran back to the Great Hall.

An angry-looking Professor Snape expected him at the door. The Professor took one look down to the wet spot on Draco's pants, then his eyes wandered back up to Draco's face. Draco felt himself blush hot red. Thankfully, Professor Snape didn't comment and just locked the door behind him.

Draco fled back to his bed and slid under the blanket to hide. He took a quick look around to make sure his neighbors were asleep, then he reached for his wand and whispered a silent cleaning charm on his pants.

“Didn't make it?”, Theo muttered sleepily. Draco almost jumped. He went completely red again. “It's OK! I won't tell”, Theo murmured and turned around, a moment later he was snoring again.

Draco cursed silently, lay down on his back and looked up at the star-filled ceiling. Morning was still a long time away, it would be a long night. Draco sighed and stifled a yawn.

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I had a lot of things to do offline those past weeks. Sorry for the delay!

Still have a few Chapters ready, so back to more regular updates, hopefully.

 

This time it is more from Harry's perspective for a change.

Enjoy!

 

 

Monday, November 1st

Draco awoke because someone was shaking his shoulders. When he opened his eyes, he saw Theo's face smiling down at him.

“Good morning, sleepyhead!”, Theo beamed.

Draco's first thought was that he must have dozed off after all. His second was that he had peed himself. There was talking and laughing all around them. Even worse, he must have slept in, too, and everyone else was already up. Draco looked at his friend, mortified.

“You wet?”, Theo whispered.

Draco just nodded embarrassedly.

Theo held out Draco's wand for him and silently asked: “You can do it yourself or want me to?”

“Of cause I can!”, Draco told him in slight annoyance. He sat up. To his horror, his mattress felt wet everywhere, he had completely drenched it. Luckily it didn't show much with the dark color. Draco snatched his wand from Theo and took a quick look around. Most students already were up and about, but no one seemed to pay them any particular attention at the moment. Draco waved his wand over his blanket and muttered the incantation. The tickling, warm wave that ran down his body told him that the cleaning charm had done its work. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. That had been a close call! How could he have allowed himself to doze off? But it had worked out, nobody had discovered his secret – except for Theo of cause, but he already knew.

Draco got up from his now dry bed and looked over to where all the laughing and screaming came from. “What's all that ruckus about?”, he asked. A big group of kids had assembled, though Draco couldn't see what they were shouting about. Theo looked over, too, his face darkened. Silently, he said: “Apparently, you're not alone. Potter wet his bed. Goyle noticed.”

The two got over and pushed through the crowd. Potter was sitting on the floor, crying. He wore light blue pants, the kind of fabric that turned really dark when it got wet. And Merlin, was there a lot of darkness! It covered the entire crotch and buttocks and it ran down the inside of both his legs. A blind man could have seen from a mile away that Potter had pissed himself. If that weren't enough already, Goyle was holding up Potter's wet bedding like a trophy for everyone to see while Crabbe jeered at Potter's distress.

The Weasel tried to snatch the bedsheets from Goyle, but Goyle was too tall for him. Meanwhile, Granger knelt helplessly besides her sobbing sweetheart. An evil smile sneaked on Draco's face as he took in the scene and he fell in with the laughter. He turned to Theo, expecting him to cheer on Goyle as well, but then he saw the appalled look on his friend's face and he swallowed his glee. “Crabbe, Goyle, let's go!”, he snapped at the two and turned around sharply.

 

* * *

 

Ron had finally managed to snatch the bedsheets from Goyle. “Leave Harry alone already!”, he screamed at the crowd, but it just made them laugh even harder. Ron was about to jump a Ravenclaw boy who was chanting “Potty Potter, the boy who weed!”, but Professor McGonagall grabbed him at his shoulder before he could. McGonagall didn't even have to raise her voice, her stare was enough to silence the crowd. “What is this commotion about?”, she asked. A look down at Harry's wet pants and the drenched bedsheets on the ground told her as much. She faced the crowd again.

“You all should be ashamed of yourselves! Mr. Corner, Mr. Zabini, Miss Parkinson, Mr. Macmillan, a word in my office, if you please!”, McGonagall picked out the loudest offenders. Somehow everyone suddenly seemed to remember they had urgent business to attend to elsewhere.

The Professor turned back to Harry, who was still crying hysterical. In a more gentle voice she said: “Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley would you take care of Potter?”

The two were already kneeling besides him and trying to calm him down. Hermione just quickly nodded at the Professor and then turned back to Harry.

“Stupid Malfoy got away just in time!”, Ron hissed angrily as McGonagall walked away.

Hermione's eyes darted up for a second to give him an irritated glance. Not now, they seemed to say.

“Now you won't be my friends anymore!”, Harry whined.

“It's OK, Harry!”, Hermione said, “such things just happen!”

“Yeah, it can happen to everyone once in a while!”, Ron agreed.

“But everyone laughs at me now!”, Harry sniffled.

“Those are just jerks!”, Ron said, “if anyone laughs at you again, I'll hex them!”

“It was just an accident! The Dementors, and now Sirius Black, it was too much for you! You were scared, it's a natural thing! Everybody would have been scared! It's nothing to be ashamed of!”, Hermione reasoned.

“I bet Malfoy put something in your drink that made you wet the bed!”, Ron said.

“Come on, let's get you to the bathroom!”, Hermione carefully tried to help Harry up. Ron supported him from the other side. Harry allowed them to raise him up and guide him out of the Great Hall. He knew they were wrong and it wasn't just a one-time thing. He also knew he would be the laughing-stock of the entire school for the rest of his years at Hogwarts. But he was just relieved at least his friends still liked him, he didn't want them to leave him, too. He knew they would if they learned he wet the bed every night.

On the hallway, they ran into Professor Snape. He looked exhausted and seemed to be in an especially foul mood this morning. His disdainful eyes wandered down from Harry's teary face to his wet pants, then back up to his face. “Mr. Potter”, he said, disgust clearly in his voice, “once you've cleaned up, come to my office.”

Harry remembered the last night and his heart dropped even more.

“Potter, did you understand what I just said?”, Snape asked, annoyed.

Harry nodded and muttered a sad “Yes, Sir.”

“What was that about?”, Hermione asked and Ron quickly filled her in that Harry had tried to go hunting for Black all by himself last night. Harry didn't have the energy to correct him.

“You did WHAT? Have you gone completely-”, Hermione started, but after a look at Harry's face, she stopped herself. Harry could see it burning inside her eyes and he knew he would have to brace himself for a stern lecture later when she thought he was better again.

Hermione and Ron led him over to the boy's room. Hermione waited in front of the door, while Ron carefully directed Harry inside. Thankfully, they were alone. Harry was still too distraught to be much use and Ron had to help him with everything. He gently pushed him over into one of the cubicles and unbuttoned his trousers for him. He pulled them down a bit and instructed Harry to sit down on the toilet. The pants were cold and clammy and they clung to Harry's skin. Ron had some trouble to pull them off, but he didn't complain about the stale piss he got all over his hands. Once he had finally managed and put the pants aside, Harry just sat there, staring at the ground emptily, waiting for Ron to tell him what to do next. Just seeing Harry in this state made Ron burn with anger and he silently swore to take revenge on Malfoy.

Ron helped Harry to stand up again, then he pulled down Harry's soaked briefs as well, revealing Harry's little boyhood. Ron looked away to not embarrass his friend even more. The briefs slumped to the ground wetly. “Step out of them!”, Ron silently instructed. Ron helped Harry with his shirts as well, then he led him over to the sinks. He turned on the water and made sure it wasn't too cold and put a washcloth in Harry's hand. “Clean yourself up, OK?”, he said gently. Thankfully, Harry was able to do this part on his own.

While he washed, Ron quickly gathered Harry's clothes and brought them over to Hermione, who still waited outside. He handed them to her and she quickly cast a cleaning charm on them. Ron took the clothes back and he almost looked a tiny bit impressed as he covertly examined the pants but failed to find any remaining wetness.

“I can't believe neither of you still knows a single cleaning spell!”, Hermione told him.

Ron muttered something that sounded a lot like “boys don't need cleaning spells”, though he had the good sense to retreat into the boy's room and close the door into Hermione's face before she could reply. He thought he heard a “boys are idiots!” as an answer anyways. He went over to Harry, who still stood in front of the sink, looking down at his boyhood.

“All cleaned up?”, Ron asked.

Harry nodded, then he said awkwardly: “I have nothing to wear.”

Ron smiled and held out Harry's dried clothes to him.

Harry looked at them, stupefied. “How...?”

“Cleaning charm”, Ron explained, business-like, “real easy. Better than new!”

Harry took his briefs and hesitantly slipped them on. He didn't like the feeling of the fabric against his skin. They looked clean, they even smelled clean, yet he felt like they clang uncomfortably to his skin and they just felt dirty. He really wished he had a change of real, fresh clothes. But he hadn't. So instead he grabbed his trousers and shirts and put them on as well. When he was fully dressed, he eyed Ron uncertainly.

“All better!”, Ron beamed, “let's see if they finally got breakfast ready, I'm starving!”

Harry grimaced, he just wanted to get back to the dormitories, get out of these gross pants and take a long, hot shower.

Then he remembered. “I have to get to Snape's office”, he said as he exited the bathroom. He figured his punishment would only get worse if he made the man wait.

“Want me to go with you?”, Ron and Hermione both asked at the same time.

Harry smiled at them weakly, but he shook his head. “Thanks, really! But I'll be OK.”

Then he turned around and slowly walked down the hallway towards the Grand Staircase. He took the stairs down to the dungeon and followed the corridors towards their potions classroom, Professor Snape's office was right next to it. Most pupils were still in the Great Hall, waiting for breakfast, so he only met two second-year Slytherin boys on his way. They chanted “Potty Potter” as he walked past them, but left him in peace otherwise. He ignored them. Better get used to his new nickname, he thought, depressed. Harry reached Professor Snape's office and hesitated a moment before he knocked on the heavy door.

“Yes!”, Snape's commanding voice answered.

Harry uncomfortably entered. Professor Snape sat at his desk, in front of the endless rows of shelves, all full of jars and glasses filled with slimy, revolting things. He seemed to have added a few to his collection since Harry's last visit. Professor Snape looked up from his papers and gestured Harry to step closer. He didn't offer him to sit, so Harry stood in front of his teacher's desk, eying Snape a little fearful.

“You wanted to see me, Professor”, Harry said.

“Took you long enough, Mr. Potter”, Snape said icily, “I almost thought you had forgotten.”

He looked down on Harry just long enough to remind him that Snape had seen him in his peed pants. Harry blushed. Snape didn't seem to notice.

“Sorry, Sir”, Harry muttered.

“What were you thinking, going after Sirius Black, Mr. Potter?”, Professor Snape asked. His piercing eyes fixated Harry. Harry tried to look back at him, he didn't want to seem craven or like he was trying to hide something. It felt exactly like staring down a hippogriff.

“I... I wasn't, Professor”, he said.

“What were you doing then, sneaking about the castle with a murderer about?”, Snape asked.

“I just...”, Harry trailed off. He looked down.

“You just – what? Certainly, you were aware that students weren't supposed to leave the Great Hall for your own protection, weren't you, Mr. Potter?”, Snape asked mockingly.

Harry bit his lip but he remained silent.

Professor Snape sighed. “Just like your father. Detention all week! Report to my office at seven in the evening starting today. Don't be late again! That will be all, Mr. Potter!”

 

* * *

 

The day hadn't gotten better after that. Everywhere Harry went, other students were sniggering at him and he was now officially known as “Potty Potter” or “the boy who weed”. Even some Gryffindors had called him that – though after Ron had given Thomas a bloody nose for it, no one else dared to call Harry names in the Common Room anymore.

Harry still dreaded dinner, and ate as quickly as he could. He was relieved when he could flee the stares and chatter of the Great Hall. He had to hurry anyways, he really did not want to be late for his detention with Professor Snape. The man hated him and just waited for an excuse to punish him even further. Like he hadn't been punished enough already! Stupid bedwetting! The only good thing today was that somehow Harry had managed to avoid running into Malfoy and his goons all day, they hadn't even come over during dinner. Harry wondered why, Malfoy never wasted an opportunity to gloat. What ever their reasons, it couldn't be a good thing.

Harry quickly made his way down to the dungeons, they lay deserted at this time. Most Slytherins were still at the Great Hall and few other students ever wandered off here, so for once Harry arrived at Professor Snape's office unmolested. He knocked on the heavy wooden door. “Come in!”, Snape's voice answered from within and Harry entered.

“You're late!”, Snape said instead of a greeting.

If anything, Harry was early with a few minutes to spare, but he didn't argue. “Sorry, Professor, it won't happen again.”

“That will be five points from Gryffindor”, Snape said. Harry ground his teeth but he kept silent. “I'm afraid our stock of flobberworms has spoiled. You will sort out the rotten from the good ones, Mr. Potter! I hope you have brought your protective gloves.”

Of cause Harry hadn't, Professor Snape had never told him he would be needing any gloves. Snape gestured towards a workbench in the corner, a huge vat filled to the brim with flobberworms in different stages of decay sat atop it. Flobberworm mucus was dripping down the sides and was already solidifying on the worktop. Harry could smell the stench from across the room. He eyed the pair of dragon hide gloves laying atop the Professor's desk. “I'm sorry, I forgot, Sir”, he said silently, “could I borrow some gloves from you?”

“You forgot yours?”, Snape asked in fake concern. He glanced around the room searchingly, clearly looking the pair of gloves at least twice, “I'm afraid I don't have any I could lend you. You'll just have to do it with your bare hands.”

Harry grimaced, but he got to work without further complaint. From up close the worms stank even more. The good ones weren't that bad, but some of the bad ones were so rotten, they burst open at the slightest touch and spilled out their decomposing guts. He tried to breath as shallow as possible, but the stench was still nauseating. Harry really began to regret he just had had dinner. He had to keep on swallowing to keep from seeing it again and spilling it all over the worktop.

The mucus was almost worse than the stench, no matter how careful Harry was, it got on everything, the vat, the table, Harry's robes, his hands, even the floor and it stuck like glue. After the first few worms, Harry could hardly pull his fingers apart anymore, so thick was the layer of mucus that covered his hands.

“There are four more vats in the storage room, Mr. Potter”, Professor Snape informed him.

Great. Harry began to wonder if Professor Snape put some flobberworms out to rot specifically for this kind of punishment. But he didn't give Snape the satisfaction, he just nodded to signal he had understood and continued with his work without a word of complaint.

“You know, Potter, you always remind me of your father”, Professor Snape mused aloud, “the same recklessness. The same arrogance. No concern for others. The resemblance is really uncanny. Your father had some minor talent at Quidditch, too, and that made him think he was cut above everyone else. Strut around the place with his friends. No regard for rules either, just like you, those were for mere mortals, not a James Potter-”

“SHUT UP!”

Harry had turned around and stared at Snape.

“What did you just say, Mr. Potter?”, Professor Snape asked sharply, narrowing his eyes.

“I said shut up! My dad was a good person! You... you're lying!”

“Was he, now? How would you know, Mr. Potter?”, Snape smiled sourly, “stop procrastinating and get back to work! You'll be here all night if need be!”

Harry angrily turned back around and grabbed the next flobberworm. His dad just was! He did not want to admit to Snape that he knew almost nothing about his father. Harry realized that he was mangling the perfectly good flobberworm almost to a mush and he had to discard its remains with the bad ones. He awkwardly tried to wipe off the flobberworm goo from his hands. Snape was lying! He was just trying to hurt him.

Thankfully, Professor Snape apparently lost interest in taunting him and returned to grading papers. Harry really preferred to work in silence.

He finished with the first three batches of flobberworm within less than two hours and he was just about to get the fourth vat. That was when he felt the first, tiny nudge from his bladder, that told him it was getting rather full, but he figured it wasn't urgent and he could wait.

Half an hour later he felt like he needed the loo quite badly and he still had a full tub of flobberworms to go. He really shouldn't have drunken all that pumpkin juice at dinner and he cursed himself for not visiting the bathroom before his detention. Harry bit his lip.

“Professor Snape?”, he asked, “may I be excused? I need the loo.”

Snape didn't even look up from his papers. “No, Mr. Potter. I'm sure it can wait till you're finished with your work.”

Harry groaned silently. He didn't bother to argue, he had known Snape wouldn't let him go even before he had asked. The man never let anyone go during his classes either. For any reason. Once Neville had puked all over his table before Snape had finally allowed him to leave and told Seamus to escort him to the Hospital Wing.

Harry would just have to hurry. Which was easier said than done, for by now his hands were so covered in sticky mucus, everything he touched clung to them and those stupid flobberworms would sooner rip apart then let go of his hands when he wasn't careful. Harry silently cursed as he tried to shake off an especially persistent specimen.

He started to jump from one foot to the other while he was working. When he was finally all done, he couldn't stand still anymore at all, he felt like he was bursting. He quickly brought the last batch of good flobberworms back to the storage room, then he ran back.

“I'm done, Professor!”, he said.

Professor Snape looked up from his desk. Excruciatingly slow, he got up and walked over. “Ah, you made such a mess, Potter”, he observed, examining first the mucus-covered workbench, then eying Harry's robes, which didn't look much better. “Well, go clean up!” Snape threw Harry a rough scrubbing brush.

Harry caught it with both hands, which was a mistake for they immediately stuck together. With some difficulty he tore his hands apart again and quickly ran over to the sink. Turning on the tap and seeing the running water was pure agony. Harry had to cross his legs and he tried to scrape off the mucus from his hands as quick as he could. The damn stuff just wouldn't wash off, no matter how much soap he used and even if he scraped his hands almost bloody, his fingers still stuck together. Harry groaned and jumped in place. The running water made him have to go so bad! He decided that this was as good as he could do and he turned off the tap and put the brush down.

“Please, Professor, may I go now?”, he whined.

“Same time tomorrow, Mr. Potter. And I expect you to be on time from now on!”

“Yes, Sir! Sorry, Sir!”, Harry groaned and ran out as quickly as his dignity would allow him to.

He made a beeline for the loo by the potions classroom and ran right for the first urinal. He jumped in place while he hurriedly tried to undo his belt and trousers with his sticky fingers. When he finally got them open, he yanked his pants and briefs all down in one go. He aimed himself at the urinal and immediately started peeing. A very relieved sigh escaped him as his piss forcefully splattered against the porcelain.

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Warning: Things get a bit ugly towards the end of this chapter. Some violence. Poor Draco realy doesn't enjoy his day.

 

 

Thursday, November 4th

First on Thursday mornings was Arithmancy class. None of Draco's friends had chosen Arithmancy among their electives, so neither Theo nor Crabbe or Goyle were with him. He sat with Pansy Parkinson instead, she was OK – for a girl.

Crabbe and Goyle had chosen Divination. They thought it was an easy subject, everybody knew Professor Trelawney was a kook. Of cause, neither of the two dolts had any talent whatsoever to predict the future either, but they had this master plan how to scrape a pass in her course which could best be described as “make shit up”. They were too stupid for Arithmancy anyways. And Theo had opted for Muggle Studies – sometimes he was strange like that. Even stranger, he complained a lot about that insufferable know-it-all Granger sitting next to him when all the time she was in Arithmancy with Draco.

Anyways, today Draco was happy his friends weren't with him, as this way he could quickly slip away after class and take a much needed detour to the loo in private. He hadn't even had that much pumpkin juice at breakfast, but he had been in a hurry and had had no time to go back to their dorms to use the bathroom there before classes. Obviously, he couldn't possibly have used the crowded facilities by the Great Hall.

So Draco was kind of bursting and not really paying much attention to his surroundings when he ran towards the bathroom on the seventh floor. Since that run-in with Potter and Weasley he tried to avoid the toilets near the Gryffindor tower even more, but it was an emergency and this bathroom was the only one close to his Arithmancy classroom, which overruled his otherwise better judgment.

He was about to enter, when he heard Weasel's annoying voice behind his back: “Hey, Malfoy!”

Draco groaned silently, cursing his luck. He turned around slowly, pretending like he had just been passing by and not been headed for the loo. Draco's heart sank as he saw that Weasley was with his older twin brothers. They all held their wands in their hands. He and his damn luck, he should have chanced the loo near the History of Magic classroom! He furtively moved his hand towards his pocket, where his own wand was.

“Three of you Weasleys at once? What do you want? I'm busy!”, Draco spat, sounding way more confident than he felt right now. His bladder gave him a nervous twinge and he anxiously shifted his weight from one leg to the other and pressed his thighs together ever so slightly, hoping he looked casual, not desperate.

They pushed him through the door to the bathroom and, once inside, one of the twins grabbed him and roughly forced him against the wall while the other got a hold of his hand and pulled it away from his pocket.

“No, you don't!”, he said and twisted Draco's arm. Draco winced but he managed to stifle a scream. He felt a small squirt dampen his briefs, but he regained control of his bladder in time.

“What do you want, let go of me!”, he demanded, though a little bit of his fear sneaked into his voice.

“We have warned you before”, the twin on his right hissed.

Their younger brother said: “We know you gave Harry something that made him wet his bed so you could make fun of him in front of everyone!”

“That's ridiculous!”, Draco spat and reared up, but the twins brutally pushed him back so that his head hit the wall. For a second Draco saw flashing lights before his eyes and another squirt escaped him. He panicky pressed his legs together, and his bladder send painful stabs through his lower abdomen as he stemmed the flood yet again.

“Since you didn't listen the last time”, the older boy on Draco's left said.

“We're gonna teach you a real lesson now”, his twin brother finished.

“Come on, how could I even have done that?”, Draco whined, he was actually getting kind of scared now.

“Liar!”, the Weasel cried and hit Draco in the stomach, right where his bladder was. Draco gasped and would have doubled over had the twins not held him up. This time it wasn't just a small spurt that got out. Draco managed to stop the flow one more time, but he could feel the pee drip down his legs and when he looked down there was a huge wet spot on the front of his trousers. The Weasley brothers saw it, too, and they started to laugh at him. Then, suddenly, the Weasel hit him again and this time Draco completely lost it. He started crying as he felt the hot piss soak through his pants and pool around him on the floor.

The Weasley twins shuffled their feet away so the spreading puddle of piss wouldn't touch their shoes. They whispered with each other and laughed even more. Then one of the twins got to the door, took a quick look outside and gestured his brothers to follow him. They grabbed Draco again and pulled him with them, over to the girl's room next door. They quickly got inside, then the first twin got his wand out and pointed it at Draco. The two others let go of him.

“Please-”, Draco sniffled, it was all he managed.

“Petrificus Totalus!”, the Weasley with the wand cut him off.

Draco felt his limbs snap together as the curse hit him, then the floor rushed towards him as he fell forward, right onto his face. He couldn't move a single muscle, and all he could see were the glazed tiles of the floor, but he could hear their laughter. Then there was the door. They were going to just leave him there?

Their footsteps became more distant. They really had just left him, alone, in his wet pants, on the floor, in the middle of the girl's room. New tears blurred Draco's vision as he started to cry again, silently, for he couldn't even sob.

Draco didn't know how long he had lain there. Hours. At some point, he just didn't have any more tears left and his vision had cleared again. More time went by. Draco couldn't do anything but wait for someone to walk in on him or for his assailants to return. The school bell rang. Must be lunch time already! Draco could hear steps and voices out on the corridor, they walked past the bathroom. He wanted to cry out for help, but no sound escaped his mouth. In the end, finally, some steps approached the door, it creaked open, Draco heard a girl shriek and something hit the ground when she must have dropped it, then her hurried steps as she ran away. Please! No! Help! Draco rolled his eyes in a failed attempt to get the door into his view.

No more than a minute or two could have passed since the girl had ran away – though to Draco it felt like an eternity – there was the sound of several pairs of feet fast approaching. The door was pushed open again and someone entered.

As the person got over, the seam of a green robe and a pair of women's leather boots entered Draco's field of vision. He felt a touch at his shoulder and heard the words of a simple counter-curse, then suddenly, his limbs obeyed his will again. He turned around to look up into the stern face of Professor McGonagall.

“Mr. Malfoy!”, she said, surprise and disapproval in her voice, “get up immediately!”

Draco hesitantly stood up, trying to cover the far too big, half-dried spot on his pants with his hands. McGonagall impatiently grabbed him at his collar and almost dragged him out on the corridor. Draco stumbled after her, past the first-year girl who stared at him with huge, stupid eyes. On the hallway, the Professor finally let go of Draco.

“Professor, I-”, he said. He tried to pull away from her, away from the far too many people who had turned around to stare at them, at his wet pants.

She grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “Mr. Malfoy, what in Merlin's name were you doing in the girl's room?”

“I was ambushed. You saved me, please, I-”, Draco tried to explain.

“You should be ashamed of yourself!”, McGonagall cut him short, frowning. If she had seen the state of Draco's pants, she didn't care. “I ask again”, she said, “what do you think you were doing in the girl's room, boy?”

“It was Ronald Weasley and his two brothers Fred and George. They assaulted me and they dragged me in-”

“Mr. Malfoy!”, McGonagall interrupted him again, “I'm not in the mood for fairy tales.”

“It's the truth”, Draco said angrily.

But it was no use, the old crone didn't believe a word he said. She took a hundred points from Slytherin, gave him several hours of detention and he was to write a four-parchment essay on why peeping at girls on the loo was wrong – and all for something he hadn't actually done! But the absolutely worst part was that Professor McGonagall was going to write a letter to his parents. Draco begged her not to, but she was adamant. His parents were going to kill him!

 

* * *

 

Theo was a bit miffed when Draco didn't show up for History of Magic. He could have told him that he was gonna skive class! Theo would have gladly joined him. Instead, Draco had made him sit there all alone with only Crabbe and Goyle for entertainment while Professor Binns droned on and on in his monotone voice. Crabbe had fallen asleep within five minutes after the period had started. His head was leaning back and he was snoring with his mouth open. For a while Theo amused himself by throwing a bunch of every flavour beans he had carefully selected for their especially vile looking color at him and trying to land them in his mouth. Though, after Crabbe had just swallowed one Theo was sure had been shit-flavoured without even waking, that soon got boring. Theo turned back around and started doodling on some scrap parchment instead.

A stickman-Draco was embracing a stickman-Theo and the two were kissing and stickman-Draco got a boner and so did stickman-Theo and they rubbed against each other... Theo blushed when he realized what he was drawing and quickly covered the image with his hands. He nervously looked around, but no one paid him any attention, everybody seemed comatose. He quickly scratched out the images.

Professor Binns still droned on, something about the formation of the Ministry of Magic or something. Theo made the mistake of actually listening for a moment and Professor Binns' voice must have gotten to him, for the next thing he remembered was the ringing of the school bell for lunch. He groggily got up and followed the others to the Great Hall.

Draco wasn't there either. Now Theo actually got a bit worried. He knew Draco had gone to his Arithmancy lesson in the morning, wasn't that near the Gryffindor tower? He looked around for one of Draco's classmates and saw Pansy Parkinson stand near the entrance with some of her friends. “Hey, Pansy!”, he called over to her, “do you know if Draco was in Arithmancy class today?”

“Sure I know, he sat right next to me!”, she answered. Theo didn't like the way she smiled when she said that. She always barged in and tried to sit with them during meals, too. He didn't like that either. And the way she had been fawning over Draco's injured arm all the time had just been disgusting. He smiled at her.

“Did you see where he went after class?”, he asked.

She furrowed her ugly brows. “I don't know.”

“Your classroom is by the Gryffindor tower, right?”

“Yeah, seventh floor, same corridor as the fat lady!”

“Thanks!”

Theo had a bad feeling. He left for the Entrance Hall and ran up the Grand Staircase. Slightly out of breath, he reached the seventh floor and turned towards the Gryffindor tower. He immediately saw Draco, who was standing on the corridor, his eyes downcast, pants wet and Professor McGonagall was with him and seemed to berate him. Theo ran over just when McGonagall turned around to leave. From up close Theo could clearly see that Draco had been crying. He gently put his hand on Draco's shoulder and – after making sure the Professor really was out of earshot – asked: “Hey, hey, what happened? What did the stupid dragon do to you?”

Draco just hugged him and started crying at his chest. His outburst took Theo a bit by surprise, he soothingly patted Draco's back and carefully pushed him behind some armor stand so they weren't in full view of the whole corridor anymore. There, he leaned Draco against the wall, got out his wand and cast a quick cleaning spell on his friend's pants. He allowed Draco to lean against his shoulder again.

“What happened”, he silently repeated his question.

“It was the Weasel!”, Draco sobbed, “my parents are gonna kill me!”

Interrupted by more crying, Draco haltingly told Theo what had happened and how McGonagall had found him and how she didn't believe him and how now he was the one getting punished. Draco was so beat, Theo decided to bring him to their dorms.

He seated Draco on his bed, sat down besides him and put his arm around his shoulders. Draco leaned his head against him again.

The school bell rang. Potions with the Gryffindors was next.

“Want to skip the rest of classes?”, Theo whispered.

Draco just nodded.

They probably would land themselves in even more trouble – it wasn't the brightest idea to skive Professor Snape's lessons – but right then Theo didn't care. He just wanted to be with Draco, to hold him and to comfort him. He only sneaked out to the kitchens to quickly grab them some leftover lunch they could eat in their dorm. They spend the rest of the afternoon together talking. Once Draco had calmed down, he got a lot less cuddly and moved away from Theo slightly. Theo was a bit sad about that and he felt he might have missed a chance to kiss Draco again. He felt really guilty for having such thoughts after what Draco had just gone through.

When evening approached, Draco was a lot better and they decided to go to the Great Hall for dinner after all. The other students they passed on the corridor were acting kind of strange. Blaise winked at Draco, grinned and gave him a thumbs-up when they passed him. The looks a bunch of Ravenclaw girls from their Herbology class gave them were far less favorable.

Theo and Draco sat down at their usual places at the Slytherin table, opposite Crabbe and Goyle.

“You really sneaked into the girl's room? Man, tell us!”, Goyle said instead of a greeting.

Apparently, news of Draco's misadventure had made the rounds.

“I did not”, Draco said plainly.

Crabbe fell in: “Did you get a good look? That was so cool!”

“I said I did not.”

“Oh, come on, do tell us!”, Crabbe begged.

Goyle bend over and asked silently: “You get off watching them take a piss?”

Theo blushed at that question.

“I don't!”, Draco hissed, “and I do not peep at girls either! It was the stupid Weasleys, they ambushed me!”

“He's just embarrassed because he got hexed by a girl!”, Goyle ventured.

“I bet it was a first-year!”, Crabbe sniggered.

“Shut up!”, Draco and Theo said together.

Crabbe and Goyle just laughed even more.

“Told you, it was! He got cursed by a little girl!”, Crabbe snorted.

“Oh, come on, man, we're just joking! You're a hero! Every boy at the school looks up to you!”, Goyle grinned.

“Yeah, did you at least get a good look before she hexed you?”, Crabbe agreed.

Never before had Theo realized how outright disgusting the two imbeciles could be at times. Judging by the look on Draco's face, he thought the same.

“Drop it already”, Theo said, very silent.

Apparently, there was something in his voice that even those two idiots registered. They shut their stupid mouths and Draco and Theo could enjoy a few moments of peace.

Until that bitch Pansy had to barge in.

“Draco, are the rumors true? McGonagall caught you peeping at some Gryffindor girl?”, she asked.

“No”, Draco said curtly.

She grabbed his face and forced him to look up at her.

“That was so naughty!”, she smiled, then her face suddenly turned serious, “if you ever pull a stunt like that on me or my friends, I'm going to kill you!” She smiled again. “Really, peeping at filthy Mudbloods? You need a real girl...”, she trailed off.

The whore was almost smothering Draco with her bosom.

“He said he didn't! Leave him alone already!”, Theo yelled at her.

Pansy laughed at his outburst. “And who're you? His girlfriend?” Theo blushed and she laughed even more. She got over to Theo, bend down and whispered into his ear: “I think your boyfriend is more into real girls!” With an evil laugh, she pressed a wet kiss on Theo's cheek, then she sat down on Draco's other side. Theo eyed her darkly.

 

* * *

 

Draco and Theo retreated to their bedroom almost immediately after dinner. Draco hadn't liked the atmosphere in the Common Room, he felt like everybody stared at him. By now everybody knew the story how he had been peeping at girls on the loo and got hexed by a first-year. Nobody believed him when he tried to tell them what really had happened. Nobody but Theo.

The two had just started with the essay they had to write for Transfiguration, when Blaise knocked at the door and came in.

“Letter for you, Draco! From Professor Snape”, he said far too happy.

Draco hesitantly took it. Blaise went back to the door, turned around, grinned even more like a fool and gave Draco another thumbs-up, then he ran out.

“Idiot”, Draco muttered under his breath as he carefully opened the letter like he expected it to explode in his hands.

Theo peered over and tried to read. “How bad?”

“It says I'm to report to Professor Snape's office immediately.”

“Best to not let him wait. At least we'll have detention together”, Theo said and got up.

“The letter only mentions me”, Draco said quietly.

“I skipped his class, too. Maybe he'll go easy on me if I turn myself in. Anyways, I'm not letting you go there alone!”

Theo's words made Draco smile, it felt good to have a friend who stood up for him. Even though he feared Professor McGonagall might have had a word with Professor Snape and this wasn't about skipping class at all, he didn't refuse the company.

The two quickly crossed the common room and got out on the corridor. Professor Snape's office wasn't far away from their dormitories, it was just down the hallway across the one that led to the stairs, right next to the potions classroom. They were about to turn the corner when they almost ran into Potter. Draco angrily stared at him and Potter gloomily looked back, though neither said a word as they went past each other. It was all his fault anyway, stupid Potter and his Weasel friend!

Draco and Theo reached the door to Professor Snape's office and stopped. They exchanged a queasy look, then Draco hesitantly raised his hand and knocked.

Professor Snape opened the door himself. “Mr. Malfoy, come in!”, he said. Snape moved aside to usher him in and Draco saw that his teacher wasn't alone. Draco's father was standing next to the fireplace, leaning on his cane with both hands and not looking happy at all. Draco swallowed hard as he stepped inside.

Theo wanted to follow him, but Snape stopped him. The Professor nodded at Draco's father, then he got out onto the corridor and closed the door behind himself, leaving Draco alone with his dad.

“F-father!”, Draco said, fear creeping into his voice.

“Your mother and I got a letter from your teacher. We are shocked. Your mother is completely distraught”, his dad said. He slowly got over to one of the armchairs by the fireplace and sat down, laying the cane across his lap. “Come over here, son!”, he commanded, emotionless.

Draco knew what he was due for, but he also knew that stalling would only make it worse. He slowly moved. “Dad! I... I can explain!”, he croaked, “I didn't do it! The Weasley brothers set me up!”

The look his father gave him made him shut up.

“You greatly humiliated your mother and me”, he said.

Draco had reached his dad and looked at him, scared.

“Drop your pants!”, his dad ordered.

Draco unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers. He slowly pulled them down to his knees, then his briefs too. He looked at his father again. His dad grabbed the cane.

“Turn towards the wall, bend over and touch your toes!”, came the next command.

Draco turned around. “I'm sorry, dad!”, he said.

“Bend over and touch your toes!”, his father repeated.

Draco did as he was told. The cane hit his buttocks so hard, it drove the air out of Draco's lungs. Draco gasped. His father whacked him again and again. Draco bit his lips to keep from crying out loud.

“NEVER! EMBARRASS! YOUR! MOTHER! AND! ME! LIKE! THAT! AGAIN!” Each word was accompanied by a hit with the cane. Draco started crying and he screamed out his pain. His dad hit so hard, Draco lost his balance. He fell to his knees, but his father kept on thrashing him. Draco's buttocks were on fire, his dad was so furious, he hit him on the back as well. Draco crouched down to the floor, screaming, but the cane kept on raining down on him. Draco didn't even notice he lost control of his bladder and wet himself.

 

* * *

 

Theo saw Draco's face drop as he caught sight of Mr. Malfoy. He tried to get in with his friend, but the Professor forced him back outside. Snape got out on the corridor as well and, with a silent nod to Mr. Malfoy, closed the door behind himself, leaving Draco alone with his dad.

Theo looked up at Professor Snape. Timidly, he asked: “Professor?”

Snape remained silent.

Then Theo heard the first slap from inside. And another. And another. Theo's heart dropped. He looked at Snape again, but his teacher was facing away from the door and avoiding eye contact. Theo turned around and faced the opposite wall as well. Draco started screaming. Mr. Malfoy beat Draco again and again, he wouldn't stop hitting him. Theo made his hands to fists, he felt tears well up inside him. He was no stranger to the cane, his dad thought it build character. But he had never beaten him like this!

An especially piercing scream ripped through the air and Theo jerked around sharply. Professor Snape had half turned towards the door as well, and for a second their eyes met. Please, Theo thought, help him! Do something! You're an adult, you have to stop him! He's killing him! Theo almost imagined he saw the same kind of horror in his teacher's eyes and for that tiny moment he actually believed Professor Snape would charge in there and stop Mr. Malfoy. Then the Professor lowered his gaze turned away again. Theo felt something break inside him.

Finally, it stopped and Draco's pained screams turned into an exhausted sobbing. The door opened and Mr. Malfoy dragged Draco out on his collar, depositing him on the floor in-between them.

“Never embarrass your mother and me again like that!”, he said, then he turned to Professor Snape, “Thank you, Severus”, he said, nodded, and turned to leave.

“Lucius”, Professor Snape coldly returned the nod.

Theo rushed to Draco's side. Draco was kneeling on the floor, half-naked and crying. His exposed buttocks were hot red and his skin had burst open in several places. The back of his shirt was bloody, too. Theo hardly knew where to touch Draco for fear of hurting him further.

Snape waited till Draco's dad was out of sight.

“Mr. Nott!”, he ordered, “help Mr. Malfoy into my office!”

Theo winched at his sharp voice. He carefully grabbed Draco in the armpits and helped him stand up. When he was sure that Draco could stand on his own, Theo squatted down to help him with his pants, which still hang around his ankles.

“Don't bother, Mr. Malfoy will only have to remove them again”, Snape stopped him.

But as Theo had reached for the pants, he had noticed that they were wet. He quickly got out his wand and at least cast a cleaning spell on them. Draco eyed him embarrassedly, but Theo didn't say a word. Then Theo got up again and with his help Draco waddled into Professor Snape's office.

The Professor hastily cleared his desk and waved them over. Draco shamefully covered his boyhood with his hands as the Professor looked down at him.

“Help him take off his shirt, then lie him down on the table”, Snape told Theo as he got over to some cabinet by the wall and started rummaging through it.

Draco winched in pain as he rose his arms and Theo pulled his shirt over his head as careful as he could. As he accidentally touched Draco's back, Draco inhaled sharply. “Sorry”, Theo muttered. Draco didn't say a thing.

Once he was undressed, Draco lay down on the table on his chest, exposing his tortured back and bottom. Meanwhile, Professor Snape had unearthed a small pot of salve from the cabinet. He returned to them.

“This will burn a little, but it will help”, he explained.

Draco gasped when the Professor applied the salve to his buttocks and Theo took his hand.

“You OK?”, Theo whispered.

Draco tried to smile, but it became a grimace. He pressed Theo's hand real hard but he didn't make another sound while Professor Snape liberally distributed more of the salve on Draco's bottom and backside. When he was done, they carefully stood Draco up and he dressed again.

Professor Snape looked Draco over. “Mr. Malfoy, you missed my class today. Make sure it doesn't happen again!”, he told him.

“Sorry, Sir. It won't!”, Draco replied quietly.

“Mr. Nott, would you accompany Mr. Malfoy back to your dormitories?”

Theo nodded. Draco grimaced painfully as he tried to move, but with tiny steps he made his way over to the door. Theo opened it for him.

“And Mr. Nott?”, Snape called after him when Theo was just about to get after him, “I seem to remember you were absent as well. Detention tomorrow evening at eight. Bring your cauldron!”

“Yes, Sir”, Theo said, then he quickly slipped out and closed the door.

Theo and Draco slowly walked back to the dorms, Draco tried to act casually, but Theo could see he was still in pain.

“I thought he was gonna beat you to death”, he said queasily.

“I thought so, too”, Draco confessed and stifled a sob, “it's all Potter and Weasley's fault! I hate them!”

 

* * *

 

Earlier the same evening Harry was at Professor Snape's office for his detention. Today the Professor had him disembowel horned slugs for tomorrow's first-year potions class. They would need those for their potions to cure boils. There were thirty-one students in that class, which made two full buckets of slugs. Harry sighed and grabbed the next one to slice it open, at least he was getting a hang of it.

He just thought that if he continued at this pace, he might even get out early today, when there was a knock at the door. He looked up from his work and eyed Professor Snape. The Professor rose from his place behind his desk and actually got over to open the door himself.

“Lucius, welcome old friend!”, he greeted his visitor, no other than Lucius Malfoy. Snape shook the man's hand and beckoned him in. Harry had all forgotten about his work, he tensely listened in on the men. What was Malfoy's dad doing at Hogwarts?

“I hope my sudden call didn't inconvenience you too much, Severus”, Mr. Malfoy said. He noticed Harry and stared over at him, barely hidden hatred in his eyes. Harry remembered well how last year the man had lost his temper and tried to kill him after he had tricked him to free Dobby. Only Dobby had saved him back then. The thought send a shiver down his spine.

Snape followed Mr. Malfoy's gaze. “Mr. Potter, that will be all for today, you may go. Come back tomorrow evening!”, he said, “just leave them!”, he added as Harry reached for the slugs to clean up the worktop. Harry put them back down and went over to the sink, the two men watched him in silence as he quickly washed his hands. Then, with another half-scared, half-curious look at the men, Harry slipped out the door. He pretended to close it, but he left it open a creak and tried to listen.

“Close the door behind yourself, Mr. Potter!”, Professor Snape said.

Harry quickly shut the door and fled down the corridor.

He hadn't gotten far when he saw Malfoy Junior and Nott walk down the hallway in the opposite direction. He eyed them warily, but except for the nasty looks they gave him, they left him alone. They turned down the way Harry had just come from and disappeared around the corner. Now Harry really got suspicious, he doubled back and peeked around the corner.

Like he expected, the two walked up to Professor Snape's office and knocked. The Professor opened and let Malfoy in, though then he stepped outside himself and waited there together with Nott. That was strange. Harry wondered what Mr. Malfoy wanted with his son that was so secret. At first he heard nothing, but then the screams started. They send a chill down Harry's back. Even at the distance he could see Nott go pale, too. Harry didn't know what was happening, but it sounded like Mr. Malfoy was killing Draco. He couldn't believe Professor Snape just stood there and did nothing.

Finally, the screaming stopped and Mr. Malfoy stepped out on the corridor, dragging his son after him and callously dropping him on the stone floor. Was that blood on Malfoy's exposed skin? Harry was horrified. Uncle Vernon had mistreated him a lot and he had gone without dinner plenty of times or been locked in his cupboard under the stairs, but his uncle had never beaten him even once. Professor Snape didn't seem to care for Draco's state. Mr. Malfoy nodded at him, Snape nodded back, then without so much as looking at his son Mr. Malfoy turned around to leave.

He quickly strode down the corridor towards where Harry was, so Harry had to retreat in a hurry. He turned and ran all the way up the stairs and didn't stop before he reached the portrait of the fat lady on the seventh floor. Completely out of breath, he gasped the password: “Fortuna Major!” Only when the portrait hole had closed behind him again did he feel save.

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Thank you both!

Sorry for the long hiatus.

 

 

Friday, November 5th

Draco retreated to their bedroom right after dinner again. Theo had joined him, he sat on his bed, reading, while Draco lay on his. Theo looked up from his book and eyed his friend, who was lying on his chest to give his abused rear a rest. In the morning under the showers Draco's ass had been quite pinkish still and even though he tried not to let it show, Draco had had trouble sitting on it all day. At least the lesions were all gone, Professor Snape's healing salve had done wonders for that.

At the thought of the Professor, Theo looked at the clock and quickly got up. He had almost forgotten about his detention!

“You doing OK?”, he asked Draco.

“Sure”, Draco said.

He still sounded a bit down, but he was way better than yesterday. Theo smiled. He went over to the underwater window to the lake and poured himself a glass of water from the big jug that sat on the sill. He gulped it down in one go before he could reconsider. He wasn't thirsty, he just... He wanted to do it himself! He had been fantasizing about it ever since he had seen Draco desperate in potions class, but he never actually dared. Not with all their classmates around as witnesses. But tonight, it would just be him alone. He quickly refilled his glass and drowned it a second time, then he turned around and grabbed his cauldron and school bag.

“I'll be off for detention”, he said.

“Sorry I got you into this”, Draco muttered, “you shouldn't be the one who gets punished!”

“Don't worry!”, Theo grinned.

When he stepped out on the corridor, his eyes fell on the door tot he washroom and his resolve wavered for a second. He kind of had to pee a little already. No, he'd do this today! He turned the other direction and quickly crossed the Common Room.

As he passed their potions classroom on his way to Professor Snape's office, he noticed that the door was open. He was about to walk past it, when he glimpsed inside and saw the Professor sitting at the teacher's desk. Theo stopped and stepped into the classroom instead. Potter was there, too, silently scraping flobberworm mucus or worse residues off the tables.

“Professor?”, Theo asked.

“Ah, Mr. Nott, come in, take your seat! You do know which potion you were supposed to prepare in the lesson you missed?”

Theo went over to his usual table and put down his cauldron on the little stove. He said: “Yes, Sir. Wideeye potion.”

“I assume you did your homework and know how to brew it?”

“Yes, Professor. Six dried billywig stings and four measures of crushed snake fangs mixed with-”

“Thank you, Mr. Nott. Mr. Potter! What important change to the recipe from your book did you learn in class?”

Potter winced involuntarily as he heard his name. He quickly replied: “Boil the potion for a minute before one lets it simmer, Sir. That way the brewing time can be cut in half.”

“Remember to do that, Mr. Nott! I do not intend to spend all night waiting for you to finish”, Professor Snape said. He didn't sound too happy that Potter apparently had gotten it right. Theo grinned, Potter was an ass and just because he was famous the teachers favoured him. Professor Snape was one of the few who saw the snotty brat for what he really was.

“Yes, Sir”, Theo said and went over to the sinks to fill his cauldron. The running water reminded him of his need to pee, it was exciting and terrifying at the same time. He hadn't planned for Potter to be there with him, though.

Theo replaced his cauldron on the stove, then he got the necessary ingredients. He made sure to double-check with the list in his book. Six billywig stings, three snake fangs, two springs of wolfsbane, check. He threw the billywig stings into the cauldron and ignited the fire. While they slowly started to heat up, he mixed the snake fangs with standard ingredient and ground them to a fine powder in his mortar.

Once the brew was boiling, he turned the heat down. he added the crushed ingredients as well and stirred it like the recipe said. Then he had to wait. He looked at the slowly bubbling potion. That was a mistake, for his bladder gave him an angry twinge. He quickly looked away from the liquid. The water was making its way through him even faster than he had expected. Theo eyed the recipe in his book again. It said to let the brew simmer for 95 minutes. Even if he cut that in half as Professor Snape had said, it was still almost an hour! And the potion wasn't even finished then. Theo began to wonder if he could make it through detention. He nervously started to seesaw his legs and looked around in the room.

Professor Snape was immersed in his reading. Some worn looking grimoire, probably on forbidden potions or undetectable poisons or somesuch. Or so Theo imagined. He tried to get a glimpse at the title, but the Professor was covering it with his hand.

Potter was still busily scraping away at the petrified flobberworm mucus.

“You missed a splotch there”, Theo helpfully informed him.

Potter shot him an annoyed glance and continued his work. Theo eyed his brew again, then he looked at the clock. Hardly any time had passed. He felt a spasm from his bladder. He really, really had to piss! He scissored his legs. It was weird, his bladder was so full it almost felt painful, but at the same time it made his member start to get stiffly. Theo had trouble concentrating on anything but the conflicting sensations in his lower abdomen.

“Is Malfoy OK?”

Theo almost jumped at Potter's whispered words. He hadn't noticed the other boy slowly make his way over. Potter was now working on the table one row behind Theo's. Theo sat up straight and tried to stop fidgeting.

He eyed Professor Snape to make sure he was still reading, then he turned around and silently hissed back at Potter: “Yeah, don't worry, your Mudblood friend doesn't hit that hard!” In the morning they had had a little run-in with with Potter and Granger. They had made fun of Draco – like they didn't know exactly how he really had ended up in the girl's bathroom! Especially Granger had acted all lofty and righteous. Draco had told her to shut up and when he had tried to grab her, she actually had slapped him in the face and called him a creep.

“Don't call her that!”, Potter said, “and she had a point!”

They both stared at each other angrily. After an awkward moment of silence, Potter added: “I was talking about last evening. With his dad.”

Theo's heart skipped a beat and he almost let a tiny drip escape into his briefs. He quickly pressed his legs together. Calmly, he said: “No idea what you're talking about, Potter.”

Potter bit his lip. “I saw, OK? Is he alright?”

Theo jumped up and drew his wand. He pointed it right at Potter's face. “It's all your fault!”, he hissed angrily, “are you happy about what you did? Do you have to rub it in? I swear, if you say a word to Draco-”

“Mr. Potter! Mr. Nott!”, Professor Snape's sharp voice interrupted him, “I suggest you let Mr. Nott work in peace, Mr. Potter!”

“Sorry, Sir!”, they both said. Theo slowly lowered his wand and sat back down. He could feel he had dampened his briefs a tiny bit.

“I just felt sorry for him”, Potter muttered, “if you're such an ass about it, I regret I even asked!”

They exchanged another long, loathing stare, then Theo made a point of turning back around and focusing on his brew again while Potter continued his work in silence.

Staring at the lazily bubbling liquid brought Theo's thoughts back on his current issues. He surreptitiously moved a hand down and grabbed himself. He moaned silently. Merlin, he was getting hard for real! He felt the little wetness of his briefs against his skin and it turned him on even more. Theo secretly eyed Potter, the ass had made his way to a row of desks further in the back. Theo's eyes wandered to the Professor. Engrossed in his reading again.

Theo fidgeted. He eyed the clock. Still ten minutes to go before he could take his brew off the stove. Maybe he could let out just a little squirt to ease the pressure a bit? Just enough to dampen his briefs some more. He eyed Professor Snape again. The thought of deliberately peeing himself right in front of him and Potter felt exciting. Terrifying. But really exciting!

He shifted around a bit on his seat and made sure again that neither of the two was watching him. Then he tried to relax. His bladder felt like it was bursting, yet he had trouble to let go. He tried to push. Suddenly, he felt a small squirt get out. Panicky, he immediately stopped the flow.

His briefs hardly felt any wetter. Theo looked down, nothing showed on his trousers yet. He closed his eyes and relaxed again. Another squirt escaped, longer this time. The wetness spread to his butt and Theo quickly forced himself to stop. His bladder spasmed fiercely in protest, he doubled over and groaned silently, but he managed. Peeing a little almost had made him have to go even worse!

Once the pain subsided, he quickly sat up again. Neither the Professor not Potter seemed to have noticed a thing. Theo worriedly looked down. His trousers didn't show any wetness in the crotch, but he was afraid he might have soaked their back a little. Fuck, his briefs felt really damp! He had a full-on erecting right now.

He turned off the stove and threw the wolfsbane sprigs into his cauldron. He didn't really care if he had waited long enough. A few counter-clockwise stirs and a wave of his wand and the brew turned a greenish-turquoise hue. Theo eyed his textbook. That was probably right.

“Professor Snape?”, he asked, “I'm done!”

The Professor put the grimoire aside and came over. He critically examined the potion.

“It's acceptable”, he finally decided, “I expect more from you, Mr. Nott! Go clean up you things!”

“Yes Sir! Sorry, Sir!”, Theo said.

He made sure his robe covered any possible wetness on his trousers as he got up, then he dumped the content of his cauldron into the sink. He felt another small squirt escape into his pants and he desperately pressed his legs together. He quickly rinsed the cauldron – which was pure agony. Then he ran back to his desk and stuffed his things into his school bag.

“All done, Sir! May I go now?”, he asked, trying not to jump from one foot to the other too obviously.

“You may. Mr. Potter, you can finish for today as well!”, Professor Snape said.

Theo hastily walked out. The second he had passed the door and was out of sight, he started running. He made a beeline for the bathroom across the hallway and burst inside. He dropped his school bag and cauldron on the floor and rushed over to the urinal, pulling down his trousers and his damp briefs while he ran. Then he started peeing. He was wetting so forceful, the jet splattered loudly on the porcelain. His erection made it hard to aim.

Theo silently moaned. He couldn't believe he had been able to hold in so much pee. It felt like he pissed for an eternity.

Finally, his bladder had fully emptied and his stream ran dry. Theo examined his trousers and like he had feared, the back was a little wet. He got out his wand and cast a quick cleaning charm on them. Then he pointed the wand at his briefs, but he hesitated. After a moment of deliberation, he just pulled them up wet as they were. They didn't feel hot any more like they had right after he had peed them but a bit clammy already and they clung to his skin. Theo closed his eyes and felt over the wet fabric with his hand, rubbed it against his stiff member. Another moan escaped him, louder this time. It felt so naughty!

He quickly pulled up his trousers over the wet briefs and went over to the sinks to wash his hands. He carefully examined his butt in the mirror to make sure the briefs didn't soak through the trousers, then he grabbed his stuff and left.

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Saturday, November 6th

Draco was still a bit down and he tried to avoid his schoolmates. Especially today. Everybody talked about the Quidditch game. And on top of everything else, it was his fault Slytherin wasn't playing and Gryffindor would face Hufflepuff instead. So he really was not in the mood to go watch the match. His ass still hurt, too, and he wasn't keen on sitting on a wooden bench in that dreadful weather out there for hours on end either.

Theo was the only one who wasn't either still mad at him or wanted to ridicule him, so Draco was quite happy he chose to stay as well and keep him company. Once everyone else had left the two sneaked up the top of the Astronomy Tower and made themselves comfortable in the Astronomy classroom. No one would bother them up there, everyone was at the Quidditch match, it was almost like they had the entire castle all for themselves. Besides, no one usually came up here outside classes anyways – technically, they weren't exactly allowed to be here either. Just to make extra sure, Theo had cast a ward on the door.

They lay down on the floor right by the big window. Usually they would have had a phenomenal view of the castle grounds and the forbidden forest, but with the storm that was raging on outside, they could hardly see all the way to the Quidditch pitch. The tempest was almost an even more impressive sight. They could almost imagine the tower quaking under its onslaught, the angry wind howling around it and rain constantly hammering against the big window. Draco shuddered, the downpour made him have to pee. Maybe it wasn't so bad they weren't playing today after all, he really didn't want to be out there on his broom. Potter probably was soaked to his bones already, there was no way he'd even see the snitch, let alone catch it in that dreadful weather!

Theo put his arm around Draco's shoulders, and Draco let it happen.

“So you send an owl to your parents this morning?”, Theo asked.

“Yeah, to my mom. To... explain things”, Draco said.

“Think she'll believe you?”

“I don't know. Dad probably still wants to kill me.”

Theo inched closer and snug up to Draco. He suggested: “You can always hide out at my place till they've calmed down.”

Draco chuckled.

“Seriously!”, Theo said, “say, umh, I wanted to ask... wanna spend Christmas at my place? My dad is working all the time, he doesn't care what we do. We'd practically have the house all for ourselves. It'd be great!”

He looked so nervous as he asked.

“That sounds kinda cool”, Draco admitted and pressed a kiss on Theo's lips. Theo's eyes grew wide in surprise, then he hugged Draco and eagerly kissed him back. “It's agreed then!”, he said as their lips finally parted for a moment again.

“I have to ask my parents first”, Draco cautioned, “I should probably wait for my mom's answer first.”

Theo gently pushed Draco over so he came to lay on his back and crawled on top of him. Draco's bladder twitched in protest as Theo unintentionally pressed down on it. Draco had had to pee for a while, but it felt so good to have Theo cuddled up to him and he hadn't wanted to get up. It didn't help that Theo was leaning on his stomach, though.

Theo tried to kiss him again, the real naughty kind with tongue. Draco pushed him away a little. “You sure the door is locked?”, he asked while he wiggled around a bit, trying to find a position where Theo's thigh wasn't firmly planted in his lower abdomen.

“Yeah, absolutely sure!”, Theo said and pressed his lips against Draco's again. Draco opened his mouth to let his tongue in. Theo snug even closer to Draco as they continued to kiss and Draco put his arms around Theo's shoulders.

After a very long time, their lips finally parted again. “Theo?”, Draco asked softly.

“Yeah?”, Theo smiled.

“Can you get off me for a second? I gotta pee.”

“Just hold it”, Theo murmured.

“I can't! I have been for the last hour. Come on, move!”

“Don't wanna.”

“Come on, you're pressing down on my bladder!”

Theo drew even closer and shifted his legs around a bit, pushing on Draco's lower abdomen even more. “No.”

Draco groaned. “Stop it! I'm gonna piss my pants!” His bladder spasmed and he panicky moved a hand down, but Theo caught it.

“Just do it then!”, he said.

“WHAT?”, Draco asked.

Theo gently, but firmly forced Draco's hand back up. He faced Draco and softly repeated: “I said: Do it! We can clean up afterward easy enough.”

Draco gasped as Theo leaned down on his bladder even more. “Don't!”, he whined, horrified, “I'll loose it for real!” He squirmed as he felt a first drip dampen his briefs. “Please! It'll get all over you, too!”

“I don't mind. Just let go!”, Theo cooed and pressed a kiss on Draco's lips as he pushed down on him even more.

Draco moaned, his bladder spasmed so madly. Another squirt escaped into his briefs, then suddenly his floodgates fully gave way. He tried to stop it, but he just couldn't. He felt the hot piss surge into his pants, it felt so good, Draco shuddered as he forcefully started to piss himself.

The wetness seeped through his trousers within seconds and spread around him, he was mortified at what was happening. He closed his eyes, too ashamed to look at his friend, but too relieved to stop peeing.

After an eternity, when his bladder finally had fully emptied and he had long since stopped wetting, Draco dared to open his eyes again to face Theo. Theo hadn't said a single word still, he hadn't drawn away either. He was just looking down on Draco, smiling softly. Draco croaked: “I'm sorry! I-I warned you!”

He wiggled around under Theo awkwardly. Then he felt it.

“Man, you got a stiffie?”, he asked.

Theo blushed heavily. “Sorry. That... that was kinda hot!”

“You're weird!”

“Good weird or bad weird?”, Theo asked, cautious.

“Weird weird!”, Draco decided.

They both grinned, and Theo kissed him again. Theo's hand wandered down to Draco's wet pants. Draco gasped as he felt the touch, but he didn't stop Theo as the hand first unbuttoned his trousers and then slid into his briefs.

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Well, that's a lucky coincidence then. The next chapter has more Theo naughtiness. Enjoy! :smile:

 

 

Thursday, November 11th

The other students were still talking behind Draco's back, so he wasn't too unhappy about the extra assignment Professor Snape had given him. Theo had to do some work of his own and they couldn't hang out like usual. The assignment gave Draco an excuse to hide in the library where few people bothered him. Though, of cause, when he arrived know-it-all Granger was sitting at a table in the front to announce to all the world what a diligent and hardworking Mudblood she was. She gave him the stink eye, did she think he was stalking her or something? Ridiculous!

Draco ignored her and approached Madam Pince to hand her his permission slip for the restricted section. She took the note from him and held it to the light to examine Professor Snape's signature, like she was convinced it had to be a forgery. It passed her test however, and she grudgingly returned the note to him.

“Wait here!”, she instructed and went to fetch his book for him.

While he waited, Draco eyed Granger, she was still staring at him. He grimaced back at her.

Madam Pince returned and handed a copy of Moste Potente Potions to him. “Here you are, boy. Be careful with that!”

“Thanks”, Draco muttered. He wasn't sure which she was referring to, the contents of the book or the book itself. Probably both. He looked over to Granger again. “Can I borrow it?” Somehow, the quiet of his bedroom seemed way more comfortable than the library with Granger's constant stare burning in his neck.

Madam Pince looked like she had bitten into an especially sour lemon. “You may”, she said.

Every time Draco dared to ask to borrow a book, she treated him like a criminal, even though he had never done anything to deserve her scorn. He was no ill-bred Mudblood who ripped out pages or doodled all over them! And he had dutifully returned every book he had borrowed – not always exactly on time maybe, but never even a single dogear on a page! He signed for Moste Potente Potions and quickly slipped out before she could change her mind.

Back in his room, he lay down on his bed and opened the book. He wasn't really in the mood to begin with his essay, besides, this treasure in his hands was a book full of forbidden potions! So, naturally, he had to study it at length. He looked over the table of contents – everything sounded interesting, so he just started to browse.

In truth, none of the potions in Moste Potente Potions were forbidden for real, they were more like really complicated and dangerous if done wrong. Still exciting. And Merlin, there were quite a few more than dangerous ones among them! Of cause, they weren't identified as poisons per se, but Draco wasn't stupid. Often, the only difference between a potent healing potion and a deadly poison was the dosage. Professor Snape always went to great lengths to warn them about the adverse effects of getting this or that part of a recipe wrong or of making some brew too strong. Only, what if you didn't do it by accident? Draco had long realized that the Professor used this loophole to teach his less daft students about poisons right under that do-gooder Dumbledore's nose. The potions in Moste Potente Potions were very potent indeed and they all came with a long list of warnings. One just had to read it right to learn about the potential.

For a while Draco indulged in the fantasy of killing Potter and the Weasel with one of the especially slow poisons – and watch them in their agony. He grinned and skipped ahead a few more pages. There were a lot of advanced and very interesting poisons in this book! Very interesting, and possibly useful for revenge. Of cause he didn't actually intend to kill the two assholes – humiliate certainly, maim maybe, but not murder... probably – but not every brew was only useful for its nasty side effects and not every nasty side effect was outright deadly.

Polyjuice potion for example. That one sounded interesting. Maybe he could disguise himself as some Mudblood and sneak into the Gryffindor dormitories to... to what? Win a duel against all Gryffindors at once? He shrugged off the thought and looked at the potion on the next page. Laxative potion. Strong laxative. He giggled. Somehow, even the intended effect of that brew sounded like a hilarious curse to him. It was followed by a diuretic potion. Fuck, they had made him wet his pants so often, he'd SO get back at them with that for real! In a way, he was already being punished for allegedly poisoning Potter, so why not? It even warned never to take the potion undiluted for it was very potent. Perfect! Just perfect!

The only downside was that he didn't have all of the ingredients. But he knew Professor Snape had a supply for his advanced classes, Draco would somehow have to sneak them out of his office. That was a minor problem. “Minor” as in “excruciatingly painful death” if he got himself caught, but that just meant he mustn't let the Professor catch him, right?

 

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Theo breathlessly rushed into the library, he was late. Of cause, Granger was already there, and she didn't look too happy. He quickly got over to her. They were supposed to give a presentation on why Muggles needed electricity together for Muggle studies. Teamed up with a Mudblood. For a presentation on Muggles. Theo probably should have considered himself fortunate for scoring the easiest 'Outstanding' in his life. If only know-it-all Granger weren't already insufferable when she merely thought she knew better than anyone else. She was worse when she actually did.

He sat down besides her and smiled: “Hi, sorry I-”

“You're late”, she cut him off instead of a greeting.

Their truce-like relationship had cooled off considerably since that incident with Draco.

“I'm sorry”, Theo said meekly. He reminded himself that it was Granger and her friends who were in the wrong here.

“What is it with you boys always putting off work?”

“I already got through all the articles Professor Burbage gave us”, Theo huffed. He showed her the newspaper clippings. “Here, I underlined the important parts. I think those two are the most useful for our presentation. That one is about the dangers of electricity, I really don't get how Muggles can survive with all that.”

Granger hardly glanced at the clippings. “I thought maybe we should start our presentation with some the most common misconceptions witches and wizards have about electricity and then we would explain how it really works.”

“What? Why? What misconceptions?”

She eyed the newspaper stories again. “Theodore, what do you actually know about electricity?” She had begun to call him by his given name some time ago, and though he made a point of continuing to address her with her surname, she stubbornly refused to get the message.

“Well”, Theo said hesitantly. Not much, if he was completely honest. “Well”, he repeated, “there are different kinds of electricity?” That he knew for a fact. Once a man had come to their house, who had wanted to sell them some new kind of electricity, he had even left Theo a brochure on it for his dad. Theo hadn't really gotten what made this new kind different, but apparently it was somehow better and cheaper than the old one. Probably made electric things run smoother or something. The pictures in the brochure hadn't moved, though. Theo suspected it had been electric, too, and that was why it didn't work at their home. “And Muggles are really dependent on it. Since they know no magic, they have to run everything on electricity. But it is a bad substitute. It is really complicated to get it to work properly. Electricity breaks real easy, too. Like, residual magic can break it. Or just bad weather... I think?”

Granger sighed.

Theo back-pedaled: “I mean, you probably know way more about those things, being a Mudblood and all... Merlin! I'm sorry, I didn't-”

“Mudblood and proud of it!”, Granger said aloud.

“I didn't mean to say that! I'm really sorry!”, Theo tried to hush her.

“But I am a Mudblood, am I not?”, she asked.

“Don't call yourself that, OK? It's... demeaning. A-anyways, since you know better about it... what's wrong with those articles?”

“For starters, they're all written by wizards.”

“Yeah?”, Theo agreed, unsure what her problem was.

“Maybe they should have asked a Muggle instead or at least a Mudblood.”

Theo winced at the word. “But, look, this one is even written by your friend's dad, he's an expert on Muggles, isn't he?”

“Mr. Weasley can't even spell 'electricity' right”, Granger pointed out.

Theo had wondered about that. In fact, he had been a bit worried that this 'eckeltricity' stuff Mr. Weasley kept on talking about in his article might have been something entirely different from the subject of their essay. He asked: “So, what do you suggest we should base our presentation on instead?”

He had hoped to give Granger some pause with that question, but she only seemed to have waited for it. She said: “Here, I asked my parents to send me my old elementary school science book.”

She got a rather strange book from her bag and showed it to Theo. It was quite thin and it said “Physics” on the cover in multi-coloured letters over some equally colourful pictures. Granger opened it and skipped through the pages until she apparently had found the chapter she was looking for. The inside was illustrated with many pictures and drawings as well though none seemed to move – maybe they were electric – and there was surprisingly little text. The pages were strange, too. Of cause, Theo knew what paper was, several of the Muggle-born students used paper writing pads, but he had rarely seen a book made of it.

“It's actually quite easy”, Granger interrupted his bemused observations, then she started to speak in utter gibberish. She pointed at this diagram or that drawing while she talked about batteries and electric circuits and light bulbs and magnets and... Theo's head started to spin. He honestly tried to follow her explanations and it actually sounded kind of fascinating. There were certain rules to how electricity worked, so much he got, just like there were with magic. Only, unlike magic, he didn't understand those rules one bit!

Granger continued to talk. And talk. And talk. Theo's eyes started to glaze over. He groaned silently. That girl loved to hear her own voice! She was in the middle of some lengthy speech about batteries, when Theo tried to interrupt her for what was about the third time: “Umh, Granger?”

She just droned on. He half-suspected she wouldn't even notice if he quickly got up to go to the loo, but that would be rude. Louder, he repeated: “Granger!”

“I thought, maybe we could even build a lemon battery for demonstration. What do you think?”, she said.

“A what?”, Theo asked, confused.

“Lemon battery. If you put two pieces of metal in a lemon, you can power a small electric light with it”, she explained matter-of-factly.

“Dragon shit!”, Theo said, “that's not a battery!”

“Honestly, you can build a battery from a lemon, look!” She pointed at a picture of two halved lemons with some wires sticking out of them. “We build one in Muggle elementary school.”

Theo eyed the picture suspiciously, he still was half convinced Granger was pulling his leg. “I guess. Why don't you write that down while I quickly go to the loo-”

He was already halfway up, but she grabbed his arm. “Oh no, you don't!”, she said resolutely, “Ron and Harry always play the same trick on me! You'll be gone forever and I'll end up doing all the work by myself!” She went on about how they were supposed to do their assignment together and how this was a unique opportunity to present both views on the subject... and mostly on how boys were foolish and lazy oafs and how she had had it with them and their tricks and wouldn't put up with any more ruses to get out of work. Theo wasn't quite sure if he should feel more sorry for her or for Potter and Weasley.

He sat back down. He actually had to pee, but he told himself it wasn't that urgent and he could hold it a while longer. Granger WAS a bit scary when she got angry. And he really didn't have to go THAT urgent.

He obediently got a piece of parchment and copied down the instructions on how to build a lemon battery. One lemon. Light emitting diode. Wires. Two metal e-l-e-c-t-r-o-d-e-s (Theo made sure to spell the word right. Apparently, Mr. Weasley was correct and there were different kinds of electricity after all). Granger insisted on them being made from two specific, different metals. Theo considered it mostly superstition, but her textbook said so, too, so he made a note of them being copper and zinc.

They continued to plan what else to do in their presentation. Theo ended up mostly writing down what Granger said, though she occasionally did ask for his input. It usually ended up in the “common misconceptions wizards have about electricity”-category. Theo was a bit irked by that, but on the other hand Granger by far didn't know everything about electricity either. It was actually quite fun to see her first dismissively trash his questions to then watch her grasp for words herself and bury her head in that Muggle textbook on a search for an explanation.

Time flew by, and soon Theo was on his third piece of parchment. They would have to cut out some of their examples if they even wanted to have time left for the actual topic of their presentation. He was kind of getting desperate for the loo, though. He had had an extra glass of pumpkin juice for lunch and hadn't been to the bathroom since. He started to nervously rock his knee. His bladder felt so full! Of cause, he could just have told Granger that he really needed the loo and went at any time. But in a strange way it had turned him on when the bossy girl had denied him the bathroom and in his mind it had become some weird game between them.

As his need grew, he was increasingly unable to focus on their work, but he didn't say a word, fantasizing about Granger refusing him his much needed relief. Granger noticed his inattentiveness and got quite irritated, again launching into a tirade about lazy boys. Her bad temper fit in well with Theo's imaginary scenario.

He silently moaned and bend over at an especially bad twinge from his lower abdomen. His left hand wandered down to his crotch to give himself an urgently needed squeeze. Merlin, he was getting hard again!

“Are you even listening?”, Granger fumed, “you're as bad as Ron! Why do I always end up doing you boys' work for you?”

Theo's bladder spasmed and a small squirt escaped into his briefs. He gasped and desperately pressed his legs together. Suddenly, he realized that he was about to loose it for real. Right there. It felt like the most terrifying and at the same time the most exciting thing that could possibly happen to him. Then his brain started working again. He couldn't have a real accident in public! Staggering, Theo got to his feet. Granger was still complaining about the Weasel's short attention span or something. “Sorry, I really gotta go to the bathroom!”, he muttered. He ignored Granger's protest and, his hand pressed to his groin, quickly made his way over to the exit.

Luckily, there was a boy's room just across the hallway, Theo ran over and burst inside. The sight of the row of urinals made his bladder twitch and he felt another squirt dampen his already quite wet briefs some more. Theo made a step towards the urinals and panicky fumbled with his belt, then he stopped. Jumping in place, he turned around to the toilet stalls to make sure he really was alone. None was occupied. Theo bit his lip, then he made a decision and hobbled over to the nearest stall. With a sigh, he pushed the door shut behind himself.

Then he removed the hand that was still firmly pressed to his groin and looked down at himself. He felt like he was bursting, yet it was surprisingly difficult to overcome years of training and just let go. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He slowly exhaled and tried to relax. Suddenly, he felt the hot wetness seep through his briefs and spread on his chest all the way up to his navel. He gasped. His stiff member was pointing straight up.

Once he had started, he wouldn't have been able to close his floodgates again even if he had tried. The piss soaked the bottom half of his shirt and the front of his pants, began to run down his legs and into his shoes. His trousers turned a glittering dark with wetness. It reached the bottom of his pants legs and gushed out, pooling around his feet. Theo tried to slow down his stream so the fabric had more time to soak it all up. He felt that kind of sensation like he was about to cum right as he was peeing.

Theo moaned aloud. He got a little dizzy and had to lean against the cubicle wall. Panting, he let the last of his piss flow out of him. Merlin's knickers! He had never come before without even touching himself!

When he had caught his breath, he looked down at his completely soaked trousers. He shifted around a bit to savour the feeling, but the piss was cooling off fast and his pants were already getting clammy. Theo sighed.

Then he remembered that Granger was probably already impatiently waiting for his return. For a second he had the horrible vision of her storming into the boy's room to drag him back to work, wet trousers and all. He hurriedly cast a cleaning spell on himself and vanished the puddle on the floor, then he stepped over to the sinks to wash his hands and quickly got out of the loo.

A surprisingly meek Granger greeted him back in the library: “Sorry, I didn't realize you actually had to go bad. Why didn't you say so?”

Theo just silently sat down besides her again. Of cause, his pants were completely dry now, but just knowing what he had done in them not a minute ago made running around in these trousers feel so wicked! Theo's member was still stiff as a board. A silent moan escaped him as he nervously shifted around in his chair, overwhelmed by the feeling of complete naughtiness. Granger eyed him, confused and already growing impatient again. Theo quickly composed himself.

He couldn't really concentrate on their work anymore, though, and finally a somewhat irritated Granger gave up and they decided to finish their presentation the next day.

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Sorry, not much omorashi in this chapter, but I promise the next one will make up for it.

 

 

Friday, November the 12th

Draco had spend most of the evening thinking over his idea and by morning he had it all figured out. He just needed Theo's help.

Like usual, Theo went to the loo before their potions lesson, and made sure Draco went with him. Draco was still a bit embarrassed that Theo would remind him of his bathroom needs, though today he followed him in without complains. Once inside, Theo immediately headed for the urinals, but Draco cornered him. He grabbed him by his arm and shoved him into one of the cubicles, pushing him against the wall.

“You're not normally that eager!”, Theo grinned, surprised, “I really gotta piss, you know? I haven't been to the loo since yesterday evening”, then he pressed a passionate kiss on Draco's lips. Draco could feel Theo's stiffie through his pants.

“Like that doesn't turn you on even more, you little pervert!”, he whispered and returned the kiss, but when Theo's hands wandered down and tried to get into Draco's trousers, he quickly grabbed them and forced them away.

“Wait!”, he grinned, “there is something I wanted to ask you. I need you to do me a real big favour!”

Theo's naughty hands went back to Draco's pants.

“Not that kind of favour!”, Draco laughed and tried to catch them.

“OK, I'll do it!”, Theo grinned and kissed him again.

“Don't you want to know what it is first?”

“No”, Theo purred. When had those bad hands unbuckled Draco's belt?

“I need you to help me break into Professor Snape's office.”

That sobered Theo up alright. “Have you gone completely insane?”, he spluttered, “no way!”

“Look, I've worked it all out! We ask Professor Snape for some volunteer work to improve our grades and earn some extra house points“, Draco explained, “and then you distract him so I can sneak into his office unnoticed. I just need some potion ingredients, I'll be only a second!”

“You are mad!”, said Theo. Strong words from someone who enjoyed peeing his pants.

“Well, do you want that Granger Mudblood get a better grade than you again this year?”

“No, my dad would skin me”, Theo admitted, “but that's not the point! Merlin's pants, Snape will kill us both and then he gets us in detention for all eternity!”

“You already promised”, Draco pointed out.

“No way, I'm not suicidal!”

“Fine, I'm doing it on my own then!”, Draco said angrily and turned around.

“Wait-”, Theo begged and embraced him from behind.

Draco brushed off Theo's arms and marched out of the cubicle. He turned towards the door.

“Wait!”, Theo repeated urgently and made a step after him, then he abruptly stopped, crossed his legs and grabbed himself. “Dragon dung!”, he muttered and hurriedly shuffled over to the urinal just as Draco stepped out on the corridor. Grinning to himself, Draco went over to the classroom and sat down at his usual place in the row behind Crabbe and Goyle. “Morning”, he said. The two turned around and happily greeted him. Draco had refused to let them copy his potions homework for a whole week – it had done wonders to reduce the two to their proper deferential state again. Neither of them would even mention the incident on the girl's toilet anymore, though Draco was still a bit pissed and considered withholding his homework for another week.

Theo joined them and sat down besides Draco. “I'm sorry”, he murmured. When Draco didn't reply, Theo shut up as well, which was just fine by Draco. If the traitor wouldn't help, Draco sure didn't need to hear his yammering.

They spend the lesson working in silence, occasionally catching each other at staring at the other, both pretending to be mad. Even so, Professor Snape praised the quality of their potion, which was a sign of how good a team the two had become.

Still, Draco was surprised that Theo got up as well and fell in besides him when after class he approached the teacher's desk. “What do you want?”, Draco silently hissed at him.

“I'm not letting you do this”, Theo whispered back.

Then they both fell silent as the Professor had noticed them. “Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Nott, can I help you?”

If that snitch wanted to rat him out, let him! Draco was not going to back down! He said: “Professor, I wanted to ask if maybe you had some extra work I could help with outside class-”

“That both of us could help with!”, Theo interrupted him.

“That we both could help with”, Draco agreed with a mistrustful glance at his friend, “to improve our grades and to earn some of the house points back that I lost.”

Professor Snape looked them over sceptically. “You two gentlemen are volunteering for extra work?”, he asked. Draco thought the Professor really didn't have to sound that cynical about the suggestion. Sure, it wasn't exactly common for either of them to step forward like this, but still!

“Yes, Sir.”

The Professor thought about it for a moment. He ventured: “Professor Sprout is running low on fertilizer. You could help brew some for her.”

Theo grimaced, though he nodded his agreement just as Draco did.

“Good. Report to the potions lab in the afternoon – and bring your gloves!”

 

* * *

 

After their last lesson of the day – Defense Against the Dark Arts, which they both kind of liked, though now that Professor Lupin was back, they only learned about dull stuff again, not exciting things like werewolves, and Draco and Theo both missed Professor Snape – the two made their way down to the dungeons.

Theo had been trying to talk Draco out of his plan all day.

“Look, I'm doing this with out without your help!”, Draco told him, “are you gonna rat on me or not?”

“Of cause I won't!”, Theo said, hurt.

“So you're gonna help me then”, Draco decided.

Theo looked at him darkly, though he gave up on trying to change Draco's mind. If Draco absolutely had to get himself into life-long detention, so be it, but he was not going to help him with that!

Professor Snape awaited them in their classroom, he had already prepared two big cauldrons in the front of the room.

“Ah, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Nott, there you are. You can begin right away!”, he greeted them, “I assume you remember how to make dragon dung fertilizer?”

“Yes, Sir”, the two said, less than thrilled.

The Professor had Theo come to the blackboard. Then he made Draco recite the recipe while Theo noted it down. It was easy enough. Stew some mandrake. Add more water and seven parts of dragon dung, put in a sloth brain and two rat spleens. Slightly toast a dragonfly thorax over the fire before you add it. Constantly stir while the mix cooks. Try not to choke on the smell. Take off the heat when it becomes gooey.

“Well, you have everything here you need”, Professor Snape pointed at the prepared reagents on the teacher's desk and a huge barrel in the corner, “Your recipe was for size two cauldrons, these are size eight, so you will have to to use four times the amount for the reagents!”

“Yes, Professor.”

Professor Snape made them correct the numbers on the blackboard – the Professor had to deal with Mudblood Gryffindors and other imbeciles all the time, so he occasionally forgot that some of his students actually could count – but once he was sure they had their numbers right, he told them to get going.

They began with the mandrake. While it stewed, they prepared the other ingredients. At last, they put on their gloves and went to weigh up the dragon dung. Its awful stink filled the room the second Theo lifted the barrel's lid.

“Thank you so much for this experience”, he whispered to Draco while he shoveled twenty-eight pounds of dragon dung in the vat they had placed on the scales.

“I didn't force you to come!”

“Yeah.”

Together, they carried the vat over to the first cauldron and lifted it up to dump the vile contents into the boiling water. Then they repeated the process for the second batch – Theo insisted that this time the rewarding task of filling the vat fell to Draco.

Professor Snape made sure they prepared the correct amount of each ingredient, but he apparently was just as keen as Theo and Draco to oversee the whole procedure. He hardly waited until they had filled the second cauldron with dragon dung, when he asked if they had any more questions about the brew. Since neither of them did, the Professor informed them that he had some urgent business to attend to elsewhere but that he would be back shortly. In the meantime they should fetch Professor Sprout from the teachers' lounge if there were any problems. He hardly waited for their nods before he was out of the room.

“Great!”, Draco immediately seized the opportunity, “keep a lookout at the door!”

“No! You're going to get us both into real big trouble!”, Theo said, alarmed.

Draco didn't listen, he just went over to the door to Professor Snape's office. He tried the handle without success, then he bowed down to inspect the lock. He got out his wand.

“You're mad! What if it's got a ward on it!”, Theo hissed.

“Alohomora!”, Draco exclaimed as he pointed his wand at the lock. It audibly clicked. “Just warn me if the Professor gets back!”, he said with a grin and tried the handle again, this time the door opened and he quickly slipped inside.

“No!”, Theo cried after him, but it was to no avail, “dragon dung”, he muttered. He angrily stared at the passageway, then he went over to the entrance to keep a lookout after all. What else was he to do?

Draco took his sweet time while Theo was sweating blood from worry. He constantly ran to stir the cauldrons and back to his lookout post at the door again. Finally, Draco reappeared. He silently closed the office door behind him and cast a locking spell on it, then he ran over to his school bag to stuff some dried plants into it.

He grinned: “Got everything!”

“You're completely insane! Isn't that Aconite? That's highly poisonous! What do you even need Wolfsbane for?”, Theo huffed.

“Oh come on, everything went according to plan!”, Draco said smugly, gleefully he explained: “I'm gonna get back at Potter. I'm-”

“You know what, I changed my mind. I don't want to know!”, Theo interrupted him.

“I'm not gonna hurt him for real or anything”, Draco muttered, defensively.

“I don't want to know.”

Theo was done arguing. This was getting insane and he didn't want anything to do with it. Draco looked at him almost disappointed, like Theo was the mad one. They continued their work in silence.

After an hour or so, just when the dragon dung fertilizer was starting to thicken, Professor Snape returned accompanied by Professor Sprout. Snape asked them if there had been any problems. “No, Sir”, they quickly said.

Theo felt awfully guilty. He nervously watched the Professor as he went over to unlock the door to his office and disappeared inside. Theo just knew there had been a ward and they were in deep dragon shit up to their necks. A moment later Professor Snape emerged from his office again with a pair of gloves in his hands. He put them on and went over to inspect their brews. He hadn't noticed anything amiss! Theo just stared at him, he couldn't believe their luck.

“Stop looking so guilty!”, Draco silently hissed, “are you trying to give us away?”

Theo quickly looked down, but the Professors either hadn't taken any notice or they thought it was the stench of the fertilizer that had made Theo look so queasy.

Once the brews had become completely gooey, they turned off the fires and the Professors enchanted the two cauldrons with a levitation charm. Snape pointed out to Professor Sprout that Theo and Draco had volunteered to help out. Professor Sprout looked surprised, though she thanked them both for their hard work. She told them this would reflect well on their Herbology grades, then she turned around and left, the stinking cauldrons lazily floating after her.

Professor Snape didn't bother with a thanks. He made them clean up the classroom and when they were done he just told them that they were free to leave. At least he was only his normal grouchy self and hadn't caught them. Theo thought them more than lucky for that.

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