~*This is SLASH, remember? You do? Good.*~
My annoying muse, HP (Herschel-P) married DM (Deranged Mentality), so he is now a permanent guest in my head. Unfortunately, Hersch was impregnated. The monsters spawned some hideous, happy, hopping horrors of plot bunnies. The now cloud my mind, refusing to leave. I think this fic would be the maturing 3rd child (?).
Sooooo... I don't own 'em. I just want to. Very badly. And...
//…// - Harry's widdle thoughts, I think…
~*…*~ - side comments from me, if any
\\…\\ - Draco's widdle thoughts, if any
~*This is cheesy— Parmesan, actually.*~
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Harry's eyes cracked open slightly, then widened. His lips quirked up in a smile, as he sat up in bed.
//Today is going to be a perfect day!//
He shifted his position on the bed and let his legs dangle on its side, before settling his full weight on his feet. He promptly jabbed his toe on something as he took a step forward.
"Bloody hell!"
//Or not.//
Harry sighed, picking up the object on the floor. It was a dark grey box; small, but quite heavy. There was a note jabbed under the container's lid. He pulled it out, careful not to rip it.
Emerald orbs scanned the scrap of parchment hurriedly.
Harry Potter,
Something special— from an admirer.
The raven-haired boy had seen the handwriting before, but couldn't place it at the moment. Letting the message flutter to the ground, he flipped the dull-coloured top open.
There was a silver bracelet sitting on a plush velvet cushion. It looked almost like a handcuff, but without the chain. It was thick and seemed to glitter malevolently in the sun. Lips were carved deeply into it, set without expression.
Harry reached out tentatively, gingerly hooking the cold metal between his fingers. It gave an abrupt lurch and, suddenly enlarged, slipped onto the boy's wrist. Before even realizing what had happened, the THING shrank back to its original size with a nasty (and loud, mind you) click.
The young wizard blinked, not registering anything that had taken place. That is, until he finally regained some of his lost state of mind…
"GAH!!!"
He let out a startled yelp, tripping backwards and falling gracefully on his butt with a resounding thud.
//'Or not' was definitely an understatement.//
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Very short. Very stupid. A bunch of Very's that are anything but nice. Oh well. It's just the intro, anyway. There's time to improve, although I doubt it will.
Btw, Snape's Lingerie *tries not to laugh at the SICK name*, I'm REALLY sorry about insulting your fic! Hehehe... It was half mine, after all... ^_^
Oh, and R&R? I wouldn't mind if you didn't, but would be very happy if you did.