Chapter 2
Harry climbed the wall in his haste to free Malfoy’s delicious ass from the horrible clutches of the doorway. Now, standing directly behind Malfoy’s behind, Harry, who was usually too masculine to feel awkwardness, gestured with his hands vaguely.
“Er… so you want me to like…pull you out?”
“Does it look like I want to be trapped here, Potter? It’s not advanced Arthimacy!”
To punctuate his point, Malfoy wiggled his ass a bit. Harry felt his toes curl.
“So…I have to touch your…? Are you…okay with that?”
Malfoy made an impatient noise.
Using Malfoy’s cheeks as handles, Harry pulled Malfoy out of the doorway and into the hall. There was so much force in the pull that the two both fell on the floor.
“Are you okay?” Harry said, to a face of white-blond hair.
“Yes, Harry Potter, sir!”
Came a much too cheerful, distinctly high-pitched reply. Harry felt a pit open in his stomach. No. It couldn’t be.
“Malfoy…what’s happened to your voice?”
Malfoy, who was still laying on top of Harry, rolled on to his stomach. Harry closed his eyes. This couldn’t be. No. No. He was going to see slate colored orbs and a near permanent sneer when he opened them. Harry was being silly.
There was absolutely no way.
“Nothing, Harry Potter, sir!”
Harry opened his eyes and found himself touching noses with Dobby the House elf.
TO BE CONTINUED….