Hi! This is Ichigo, and this is my crazy alter-ego Kaori!!!
Kaori: Pleasure.
This is a one-shot. Please review! Kaori, will you read them the disclaimer, please?
Kaori: We don't own Harry Potter. And, just for the record, we're not drunk. Tipsy, maybe, but not drunk.
Eleven-year-old Vincent Crabbe and almost twelve-year-old Gregory Goyle sat alone in the Slytherin common room.
"I don't like that Harry Potter," Goyle said. "He's a pretty boy."
Crabbe laughed. "Hey, Greg! Hey, Greg! What about Malfoy? He's a pretty boy!"
"And Cedric Diggory!"
"Yeah! And - oh! - Oliver Wood! And that guy from the Weird Sisters!"
"And Vince, you're a pretty boy!"
"Yeah, and - what?"
"Vince, you're a pretty boy."
Crabbe blushed. "Yeah, well... You're a pretty boy, too, Greg."
Goyle blushed. They looked away from each other. "Wow..." Goyle said. "There are a lot of pretty boys."
"Hey, Greg? Hey, Greg?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you think girls are pretty?"
"No."
"Me neither. Girls have cooties."
"Yeah." Goyle laughed again. "Girls have cooties."
"Hey, Greg? Hey, Greg?"
"Yeah?:
"Can I hold your hand, Greg?"
"Okay."
The two eleven-year-olds awkwardly entwined their thick, sausage-like fingers. They both stared straight ahead, taking time to process what they were feeling. After a moment, they shared a synchronised, delayed-reaction blush. They looked at each other, then looked away. They looked at each other again. At the same time, they both leaned forward and met each other in a quick, jerky peck. They both looked away again.
"Hey, Greg? Hey, Greg?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you, Greg."
"I love you, too, Vince."
They looked at the floor.
"I'm going to bed," Goyle said. He let go of Crabbe's hand and stood up. "Good night."
"Good night, Greg."
Goyle lumbered to the door which lead to the boys' dormitories.
"Hey, Greg? Hey, Greg?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't tell Malfoy."
"I won't tell Malfoy."
Goyle fumbled with the door handle, managed to open it, stumbled through, and closed it behind him. Crabbe just sat there and grinned.
THE END
Well, I think that was kind of cute. It's hard to write, though, when the character's combined capacity for coherent thought is somewhere near that of an eggplant. Review, please.
Kaori: And read and review our other fics, too, if you liked this one.
