• 1-What the hell is wrong with Potter?
• 2-The Chase
• 3-Potter is so going down for this!
• 4-Soon I'll Have That Little Dragon.
• 5-This is all Potter's Fault!
• 6-I Was Bored.
• 7-I'm Done.
• 8-Don't Freak Out.
• 9-Control
• 10-I make the rules.
• 11-You've made your point Potter.
• 12-Beg Me
• 13-What the hell is this Potter?
• 14-So it's a collar... so what?
• 15-A Malfoy Belongs to No One.
• 16-Mine
• 17-Fifth Year Groupie
• 18-My Favorite!

A/N: Well here we are again I see. Another day another chapter. This took a little longer than I expected it to, I really hate that it did. However the next chapter is ¾ written so it should be out in about a week… I think ya’ll like it.

Thank you to all my reviewers, it really means a lot to know some people actually like this stuff.

And as always a special thanks to Lucy… love ya.

On with the show.

The instant he realizes what’s happened, his hands fly up to his neck, and looks down at me with the most accurate ‘deer caught in headlights’ impersonation I have ever seen. Soon enough, the reality of what has happened steps in and he springs into action - tearing, clawing and thrashing around like a captured animal, trying anything he can to get it off. Unfortunately for him, that thing isn’t coming off without my approval… I made sure of that. He looks so helpless right now, and I can’t help but begin to laugh. The vibrations of which bring him out of his frantic state and he grabs hold of my arms - pinning me down and slamming me into the mattress.

"TAKE IT OFF, TAKE IT OFF!" Not on your fucking life.

"LEAVE IT ON, LEAVE IT ON!" Ron? Ever heard of knocking?

Upon hearing another voice in the room, Draco scrambles off me quickly, standing beside the bed staring at my best friend as if he were a side show attraction. Sitting up quickly, I have to force myself not to laugh. My best and most trusted friend, in the corner of the room - couched down with his hands over his face, as if he’d just walked in on a group of giant spiders eating his family and laughing about it.

"Gryffindor the brave, my ass." And Slytherins are renound for their bravery?

Choosing to ignore the comment I quickly make my way over to Ron - kneeling down beside him.

"For god sakes Ron, you can look now. It wasn't what you thought anyway." Plus, you’re kind of embarrassing me.

Bringing his hands down, he lifts his head up but stubbornly keeps his eyes closed. Then slowly he opens one eye then the other, looking around the room cautiously. Nope sorry Ron, no spiders here, just me and the guy I so desperately wanted to shag - and may have succeeded in doing so if I wasn’t so rudely interrupted… yet again.

"Harry, what the hell is he doing up here? You know he's not allowed to be here." He is if I say he is.

"Oh please Ron... have you ever known me to follow the rules?" Rules are made to be broken after all… might as well be me doing the breaking.

"Well no... but - " Draco’s being awfully quiet… I wonder what he’s thinking about.

"Is there something that you needed?" I’m sure it has something to do with how to get me back for the whole collar thing… or something equally as sinister.

“Not really, Mione told me about what happened with Sarah and that Malfoy was up here. So I just thought I would come and make sure you where ok.” I thank the gods every day for blessing me with such caring friends… then curse them repeatedly for making them so nosey.

“How many times to I have to tell you I can handle Draco?” Oh yes, I can handle him quite well.

“I’m sure you can.” Is that sarcasm I hear?

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

“You know exactly what it means. Bloody hell Harry, when did you turn into such a horny little perve?” I am not a perve!

“Well isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black. I seem to remember an incident not to long ago, involving strawberry jam, a game of ‘find the snitch’ and a Slytherin Quidditch uniform. So if I were you I would watch who I was calling perverted.” Now that was an interesting night.

I see the tips of his ears begin to turn red and his face soon follows. As I steady myself for the rampage that will surely come from such a statement, I notice that he isn’t even looking at me… he’s looking behind me. So being the genius that I am, I sneak a glance at the mirror behind him - what in the hell is Draco doing? It appears he has become bored with just sitting around like a good boy and has taken to humping the air behind me. No doubt to infuriate Ron, which he is doing quite nicely. Does the idiot not realize that I can see him? Without giving it a second thought I reach and hand behind me - grabbing him by the throat before turning towards him, glaring menacingly.

"Could you please stop that Draco... it's distracting." There’s that ’deer caught in headlights’ look again… my is he good at that.

He nods slightly so I release my hold.

"How did you know I was...?” I saw you in the mirror dumbass.

"I'm Harry Potter." That sounds so much cooler… good thing I went with it.

Turning my attention back to Ron, I notice immediately that his eyes are still fixed on Draco. But before I am able to tell him to just ignore him - he bursts out laughing. Not really understanding what could be so funny I glance back at Draco and realize instantly what it is. It seems in the events that have transpired in the last few minutes, his robes have become slightly askew… leaving a perfect view of the lovely collar around his neck. I successfully manage to stifle my own giggles before Draco springs into action - snarling loudly thenginnging at Ron. I just manage to grab the back of his robes, halting any further action on his part.

“Get the fuck off me Potter!” Why? So you can try to kill my friend? I think not, he’s very entertaining… I’d like to keep him around if you don’t mind.

“Not until you calm down.” Yeah…like that’ll happen.

“Calm down? Calm down? That bastard is standing there laughing in my face, about something that is entirely *your* fault and you want o cao calm down?” Number one, it is kind of funny, at least from his perspective, so you can’t exactly blame him for laughing. And number two this is not my fault. If you had just sat on the bed minding your own business instead of trying to goad him, none of this would have happened.

“Yes”

“Well fuck that. Now get OFF.” Not likely to happen… but feel free to struggle all you like.

He attempts to get free by slinging his entire body in the direction of the snickering redhead. But unfortunately for him, I manage to stop all movement by bringing his arms behind his back - linking them with mine. He continues to spit and kick in Rons’ general direction, but is prevented from doing any real damage.

“Ron, I think you’d better leave now.” It’s going to take me forever to calm him down as it is and this isn’t exactly comfortable.

“What for? This is my room too, besides you look like you have things under control.” What part of ‘this is not comfortable for me’ did you not get the first time?

“I’ll let him go.” If that doesn’t work… I’ll be forced to threaten him with spiders.

“Oh Fine. I think it may be time to walk your dog anyway.” Should have gone with the spiders.

“SON OF A BITCH.” This isn’t good.

Trying once again to get free Draco growls loudly - throwing himself at Ron. Sadly all he manages to do is cause us both to lose our balance - sending us crashing to the floor, with me on top… just the way I like it.

"Potter, would you be so kind as to get the fuck off me!" But I like you in this position… it’s very nice

"No, I don't think I will... I like you in this position." I accentuate my point by grinding down into him… hopefully he’ll get the hint.

"Get Off!" No, I don’t think I will.