Sorry, Bub Wrong Castle

By: Dr. No

Pairings: Harry/Draco and maybe some Ron/Hermoine

Summary: After Harry's hit in the head he:

A. starts talking in medieval English

B. thinks Malfoy's a princess who's been captured by snakes

C. runs around naked

or D. All of the above

Chapter One

Your Secrets Safe with Me

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If someone had come up to anyone of Harry Potter's roommates and asked them what he liked to read, their answers would be the same.

Harry didn't read.

What they didn't know was that Harry did like to read, and although he would never admit it, he especially loved to read fairy tales. He'd found some in his room (or Dudley's late room) covered in dust, and once he opened them, he fell into a world of knights, princesses, and love.

His favorite story was Rapunzel, and so far he had read it twenty-one times (not counting the time he had begun to read it, but had been rudely interrupted by a beating wand, compliments of the Weasley twins.)

Harry was currently reading his second favorite fairy tale, Snow White, his wand letting off a soft light. He heard the sound of footsteps (A/N: Don't ask how) and quickly stuffed his book under the mattress, flicked off the light on his wand, and pretended to be asleep.

The door was pushed open by none other than Hermoine's cat, Crookshanks. Harry sat up and stared at the cat as it walked over to Ron's bed and sat on his chest. Harry stifled a laugh, so that was why Ron kept having chest pains. He laid down on his bed and shut his eyes. He might as well try to get some sleep before the Quidditch game. God knew he needed it.

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Harry ended up not getting any sleep at all.

"Come on, Harry, eat some of your food," Hermoine said.

Harry sighed. "I'm just not hungry right now, Hermoine." At that very moment Ron sat down, looking slightly pale.

"Eat something, Ron," Hermoine said. Ron's arm snaked out, and he grabbed a roll, stuffed it in his mouth, and swallowed. He looked like he didn't even know what he'd just eaten.

Hermoine turned to Harry. "Now your turn."

"Oh, shove off Hermoine," Harry said grumpily. Hermoine's eyes flashed evily, and she grabbed the bacon.

He ended up being force fed by Hermoine with Seamus egging her on.

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Harry was well known for his speeches.

"Well, team," he began. "We're going up against our rivals, one of the best of the best, the most devious and sneaky bastards I've ever seen. Slytherins," he said, hissing out the last word.

"If you think we're going to go out there and win you are wrong. We're going to try our best and hopefully not die. Alright! Now let's get out there and play!"

Unfortunately for Harry his speeches weren't any good.

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"I want a fair fight," Madame Hooch said, as the Slytherins and Gryffindors glared at each other.

"Now shake hands." Malfoy and Harry gripped hands a little too tightly for comfort, never taking their eyes off each other. And not in the romantic way. When they let go, both their hands were slightly paler.

"Now mount your brooms," Hooch said. Then she leaned over and let loose the Snitch. It flew around their heads and darted off. Hooch let loose the Bludgers and everyone shot into the air. Harry settled onto his broom and let his eyes dart around the pitch. He saw Hermoine and Ron waving around a banner with a mini Harry catching the snitch. He smiled at them and his eyes wandered around the field a little more.

At the teachers seats, Snape was eyeing his angrily. Harry quickly turned away from his fierce gaze and saw Dumbledore whose eyes were twinkling madly. Harry shielded his eyes for them they were that bright. At that moment Fred had managed to hit a bludger towards Harry.

There was a cry of warning and the bludger hit him in the back of the head. He toppled off his broom and towards the ground in slow motion. When he hit the ground it felt as if he'd fallen upon a field of flowers. The last thing he saw was Draco hovering a few feet above him.

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(A/N) This is my second story (I deleted the first one) and I'm pretty proud of it, which means u should b too. Which means u should review. Thnk u all!