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a/n: Hi. Mmmm. Harry and Draco's subconsious are getting fed up with sitting on the sidelines. They've replicated the two boys and now we have the fake Harry and Draco running around ravishing eachother in public. I've never read a story like this, so hopefully its not done to death... and yeah. Slash, if you haven't guessed. SLASH. (Just incase you missed that.) SLASH!!! Ha ha! Slash rocks.
The long stretch of November rain had long ago drawn to a close and now the rough winds of a chilly December were in full force. Hogwarts was lit with its many torches lining the walls, although the dungeon's were perhaps even colder than ever.
Albeit, that information is meaningless because Harry Potter was curled up in an over stuffed chintz arm chair inside in the Gryffindor common oblivious to any of the happenings outside the portrait hole, but you're being told anyway. Hush, child.
Small groups of Gryffindor's were lolling about the large cheerful room, chatting idly amongst themselves, or dozing fitfully.
Harry's Divination homework was spread on his lap, there was an immense feeling of serenity he had not felt in ages, and the fire was crackling merrily in front of him warming his feet.
Harry had been sitting in a unusual good mood while snow caked and rattled the windows, sipping on hot-chocolate Dobby had brought him in light of the festive season.
But then Ron's stumbled through the portrait ashen-face behind his freckles.
'YOU!' Ron screamed rushing over. Hermione dropped through after Ron, panting heavily. She hurried over and stood next to Ron, who amazed Harry by staring disgustedly down at him.
'HARRY!'
The warm smile Harry had given Ron at first turned into a mask of confusion.
'How did you get here so fast?'
'Get here?' he asked Hermione unsurely, his eyebrows meeting in the middle. 'I was here when you left.'
'What? Harry, what are you saying?'
'Hermione, I don't even like chess. If you're saying I touched his set, I haven't. I've been here all along. Ask Dennis. He's been guarding it like Ron told him to.'
'You mean...' Hermione frowned enough for both of them. 'Does that mean you mean you haven't left your seat?'
Ron tittered angrily by her shoulder as if forcing himself not to bark a vicious insult he'd regret later. At that thought Harry dropped the glare for a more neutral look and turned back to Hermione and sighed. 'If Ron's implying I have harmed his precious chess set, I'll have you know I haven't left my chair since you left.'
'LIAR!' Ron accused.
A frown line not unlike Lupin's appeared between Harry's eyebrows and he looked between both of their pale faces, vaguely wondering what could have shocked them into looking like that.
'Ron!' Hermione scolded, holding up a hand. 'Just listen to what he's saying! Harry, you mean to say you were here on your own?'
'Well… er, Dobby brought me some hot chocolate?'
Ron and Hermione exchanged glances that Harry didn't miss. He was still confused, and slightly annoyed Ron had called him a liar.
Harry rubbed his knuckles, at loss at anything to do while Ron towered over him, and Hermione hung back awkwardly.
'So you weren't doin' anything in the charms hallway a few minutes ago?'
'No, Hermione. In fact I was immensely enjoying myself wondering which was the best way to die on a Tuesday.'
Harry rolled his eyes, pushed his homework off his lap so he had their full attention. He'd decide whether a cauldron would eat him or he'd fall out a window later (the Charms window or the Transfiguration one?).
Harry rested his elbows on his knees and chin in his palms.
'So.'
'Harry, I am by no means doubting you, but every Gryffindor in this tower - and even Dobby - can vouch for you're whereabouts?'
'Yes!'
Ron wore another look that clearly said 'liar'. But he kept silent and followed Hermione's lead in sitting on the sofa. Hermione watched him thoughtfully. After a while she turned to Ron, not explaining anything to Harry.
A stab of annoyance twisted inside up but he forced it down.
'A Polyjuice potion?' Hermione queried, oblivious to Harry's irritations.
Ron snorted. 'If Harry wasn't LYING I might have wondered why Malfoy would take all that time in making a potion, just to get at Harry! Dress Goyle up and then...! And then...' A sudden thought silenced Ron and he was subdued with a sickly green tinge to his face.
'Yes… but I can't think of another reason. Maybe it's a Malfoy way of showing that he likes Harry!'
Harry's eyes narrowed.
'Explain it to me Hermione!'
But Ron was soon shouting and Harry winced. 'Even he's not that TWISTED! Harry's LYING!' The crimson color of his face increased magnificently and Harry could almost imagine steam coming out of the red heads ears. He shook himself awake.
So before Harry could open his mouth and tell them how much he despised them at that very minute, the portrait hole flew open.
Every head turned that way to check out the noise. It was Colin Creevy. Hermione groaned.
'Hah!' Ron shouted. 'We have proof!' Ron jumped up and Harry followed him along with Hermione, and waited a little until Ron emerged out of the crowd an uncharacteristically superior look on his face.
The smug redhead handed them one of the many photo's Colin had been holding for all his life's worth before he was swallowed up by the crowd of students.
Soon everyone of them had been distributed amongst the room and the crowd dispersed forming their own little gangs to look at who-knows-what!
And many of the other people that had rushed in after Colin.
'LOOK!' Ron shoved a moving photo under Harry's nose to give him a look.
'It's really good lighting, huh, Harry?' Colin chirped cheerfully.
Ron started shouting the loudest anyone had heard him, and poor Colin nearly fainted.
On that paper was the most disturbing sight Harry ever thought he'd see.
No... They're lying... As if... Couldn't be...! I WOULDN'T!
It pictured HIM - would you believe! Harry Potter - ravishing Draco Malfoy NO LESS!
Harry shoved him against the wall, pinning him there and kissing him with the most passionate hunger he'd ever seen! And Harry had caught a couple of scenes from those kinky shows Uncle Vernon watched when he thought every one was occupied.
I'm going to throw up…
And what more, neither of them seemed to want it too end.
It's just a photo… Harry repeated over and over in his mind… Just a photo…
'Oh my God, Harry! You are positively white! Oh, Ron. I really don't think Harry has anything to do with it!'
Just a photo... Just a photo...
Indeed he was whiter than both Hermione and Ron put together, and his ebony hair contrasted beautifully with it in a strange way.
But Ron's tuned out ranting was still going on full force. Harry groaned inwardly and screwed the photo up, shoving it away in his robes before anyone else could see it. A couple of people who had evidently been looking over his shoulder huffed away.
Heat rose in Harry's cheeks.
IT IS JUST A BLOODY PHOTO! - Then why...? something argued. - IT'S A PHOTO DAMMIT!
'…But MALFOY!' Ron was still shrieking. 'Okay! You're gay, so what? That was a shock! But it's fine! This Malfoy thing! That is the worst! The Famous Harry Potter could have anyone! But MALFOY!'
'SHUT UP!' Harry yelled at Ron. He stopped in his pacing tracks. 'You don't know one fucking thing, WEASLEY!'
And he stormed off to his dormitories.
'Me?' Ron spluttered weakly. 'Hermione, did you hear that?'
'Yes I did, Ronald Weasley,' she told him crossly while the common room looked on silent and glassy eyed. 'And if I was Harry you'd be doubled over in pain right now. First of all, you are completely out of order to yell at Harry! What business is it of ours who he wants to date, anyway?'
'We're his friends!' Ron argued, compelled with outrage at this sudden unfairness. His hands were balled into fists, but Hermione had to put him in his place. The small crowd waited on tenterhooks.
'That is exactly why you acted so badly!' she hissed. 'You, as Harry's friend should support his decision to be with Mal - Mal - Draco whether you like it, or not!'
The murmurs of an agreeing crowd did nothing but infuriate Ron. Especially when someone muttered 'plus Malfoy's gorgeous…'.
'He didn't even tell us!'
'How long did it take you to tell Harry that we were going out?'
Ron shifted uncomfortably at this.
'What?' Hermione asked sharply. 'Did you forget? It seemed to be on the lines of three months! Was it not?'
'That's completely different! I actually told-'
'You told him after you had one spiked Butterbeer too many!'
'Hermione you forget he didn't catch us ravishing each other in the bloody hallways!'
'Oh, I've had enough of this.' Hermione turned on her heel and flicked her bushy hair over her shoulder in an intimidating (at least to Ron) way and headed for the portrait hole. 'You apologise to the next time you see him, and I have some things that need taking care off.'
a/n Well yeah. That's it. I've never read any stories with Harry-Draco doubles, so I'm hoping this idea hasn't been done to death?? If anyone cares, soon to follow are DracoDraco clashes and Draco2/Harry2 slash. So, if you like it, tell me and I'll write more. If you don't like it... well, I'll cry. That's right. I. Will. Cry. And well, yes. So, yeah. Reviews appreciated and welcomed. Um... ahem. *sob*
WHO DID THAT??!