Chained To You
By: Neko-chan
DISCLAIMER: ::BEGIN:: Neko-chan does not own Harry Potter, though she DOES wish that she owned Harry, Draco, Lupin, and Black. And Oliver Wood... of course. She also doesn't own Savage Garden, though she would like owning Darren Hayes. D She is writing this for enjoyment only. If anyone decided to sue, all they would get is lint (not even _collector's edition pocket lint_!!!). Anyone who decides to kidnap Neko-chan to (hopefully) get her to stop writing this monstrosity would most likely put her back after an hour or two--after all, that's the largest amount of time ANYONE has managed to be around her and still maintain their sanity. ::END::
A/N: You know the saying that too much candy can rot your teeth? Well... Too many Pixy Stix can rot your brain. This story is proof of that. =^_^=
WARNING: Draco and Harry! Draco and Harry! Yes, that does mean SLASH.
Chapter One
~The Result~
Seventh year Ron Weasley was horrified. Well, to say that he was horrified was an understatement. To say that he was shocked, terrified, and ready to either run like hell for fear of losing his life (which would have been a very good survival tactic) or keel over in a faint (and thus play dead) would be closer to the truth than just saying that he was _horrified_. Saying that he was horrified was like saying that Harry adored his best friend right now. Which wasn't technically... true. Ron was more than horrified and Harry did NOT adore his best friend.
To say that Harry looked ready to kill would be true.
To say that Ron looked like he wanted to crawl under a rock and die of shame was true.
To say that Draco Malfoy was screaming his head off (_obviously_ angry, of course) would also be true.
"WEASLEY! How in the BLOODY HELL could you have DONE THIS?!" Draco roared, his voice echoing off of the stone walls in the Transfiguration classroom. Harry looked ready to roar, too--but Draco was saying all that needed to be said. "UNDO THIS RIGHT NOW!" To emphasize the 'this,' he shook his magically handcuffed wrist at Ron. A wrist that was handcuffed to... Harry Potter, of course.
Ronald Weasley looked at the two handcuffed boys, looked down at his once-again broken wand, looked at the two boys one more time...and promptly fainted.
A/N: LOL! Yes, this was just a teaser. A teaser this be. So review and tell me what you thiii~iiink! *hugs* (And yes--longer chapter next time around.)