Disclaimer: Is one really needed? *** shrugs *** Oh well...here goes...As everyone by now should know, I hold no claims to anything to do with the Harry Potter.... *** counts up 7 *** What is seven? Sect? I think so... with the Harry Potter Sectology. But I do claim rights to the name Potter. Potter belonged to me first! The name was stolen from me and made into a national idol! *** has written proof that I first had Potter *** I believe this Disclaimer has proven itself to be long enough and so now on to the next part!
Author: Me, of course! Erhm...I mean Sylvey
Title: Sleepless Nights
Rating: Let's put it at R, jsut to be safe...
Warnings: This was written early in the morning while I couldn't sleep...Oh yeah and watch out for...basically nothing has really happened just yet, the rating is for inuendo.
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Intoxicating smells, nipping at buds of flesh, soft chorus of moans, giant snake whispering sweet curses.
Harry Potter sat up suddenly, persperation having made the sheets cling to him (or was that because of something else?). He brushed his matted hair out of his eyes and looked about the room. He could just barely make out a head of red hair sleeping on the bed next to his and then two more (obviously not heads of red but people) down the row. He remembered now he was in the boy's dormitory at Hogwarts. To unnerved to sleep he left the sleeping quarters and headed down the stairs to the common room.
He took a seat in a chair by the extiguished fireplace. He stared into the ashes, trying to make sense out of his dream. Every night he awoke to the same dream, a bit more being added each time. But what did it all mean? He took his head in his hands to muddle through the lingering images in his mind.
He had just dozed back off to sleep when a flurry of movement wrestled him awake. Students were filing out of their rooms and down to breakfast. He took this as a chance to leave, falling in line next to Ron and Hermoine."What happened to you this morning?" Ron whispered from Harry's left causing Hermoine, on Harry's right, to look over.
Before the question was posed he was watching his shoes scuff against the floor but now he was looking up into the worried faces of his friends. "What do you mean?" He countered, dodging the question.
"Well, you weren't in your bed this morning when I woke up and I was wondering what happened." Ron sounded a little aggitated, probably from having to point out the obvious.
"Oh that, I jsut couldn't sleep was all." Harry answered, once more he was staring at his feet. Ron opened his mouth to speak again but from the glare from Hermoine he closed it again. The trio went down to breakfast in silence.
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Upon entering the Great Hall they were met by jeers and pointing by whispering students from all houses. Hermooine cast her gaze around, trying to find the source of their amusement but by that time Harry and Ron had already taken their seats. They, Harry especially, seemed unaware of what was happening around them.
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Okay, tired now. I may add more to this later if I get good reviews.
Author: Me, of course! Erhm...I mean Sylvey
Title: Sleepless Nights
Rating: Let's put it at R, jsut to be safe...
Warnings: This was written early in the morning while I couldn't sleep...Oh yeah and watch out for...basically nothing has really happened just yet, the rating is for inuendo.
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Intoxicating smells, nipping at buds of flesh, soft chorus of moans, giant snake whispering sweet curses.
Harry Potter sat up suddenly, persperation having made the sheets cling to him (or was that because of something else?). He brushed his matted hair out of his eyes and looked about the room. He could just barely make out a head of red hair sleeping on the bed next to his and then two more (obviously not heads of red but people) down the row. He remembered now he was in the boy's dormitory at Hogwarts. To unnerved to sleep he left the sleeping quarters and headed down the stairs to the common room.
He took a seat in a chair by the extiguished fireplace. He stared into the ashes, trying to make sense out of his dream. Every night he awoke to the same dream, a bit more being added each time. But what did it all mean? He took his head in his hands to muddle through the lingering images in his mind.
He had just dozed back off to sleep when a flurry of movement wrestled him awake. Students were filing out of their rooms and down to breakfast. He took this as a chance to leave, falling in line next to Ron and Hermoine."What happened to you this morning?" Ron whispered from Harry's left causing Hermoine, on Harry's right, to look over.
Before the question was posed he was watching his shoes scuff against the floor but now he was looking up into the worried faces of his friends. "What do you mean?" He countered, dodging the question.
"Well, you weren't in your bed this morning when I woke up and I was wondering what happened." Ron sounded a little aggitated, probably from having to point out the obvious.
"Oh that, I jsut couldn't sleep was all." Harry answered, once more he was staring at his feet. Ron opened his mouth to speak again but from the glare from Hermoine he closed it again. The trio went down to breakfast in silence.
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Upon entering the Great Hall they were met by jeers and pointing by whispering students from all houses. Hermooine cast her gaze around, trying to find the source of their amusement but by that time Harry and Ron had already taken their seats. They, Harry especially, seemed unaware of what was happening around them.
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Okay, tired now. I may add more to this later if I get good reviews.