Warning: This story contains a male/male relationship. Don't like? Don't read :)
Disclaimer: None of these characters(eg. Draco Malfoy) or settings(eg. Room Of Requirement) belong to me. They belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. and other assorted people, none of which are me. Unfortunately.
Author's Note: This was meant to be a little one shot but it got a bit long so I decided to post the first part and see what type of response it got. As always, please review, good or bad (although constructive criticism is appreciated, general abuse is not). Also I've noticed that UK spellings of words seem to be picked up on as wrong, so please don't think me illiterate, it's just that I'm British lol. Thanks!
Pink Parchment
Harry found it very disturbing
Harry found it very disturbing. Very disturbing indeed. It wasn't necessarily the giggling, or even the occasional glances in his direction, he had gotten used to that sort of thing years ago. It was more the fact that Hermione seemed to be the centre of the group and that they were clustered around a sheaf of pink parchment.
He slouched down further in his chair by the common room fire so he could no longer see the group out of his peripheral vision. Ron too was glaring suspiciously at the girls but didn't seem so uncomfortable, possibly due to the fact that Harry was obviously the object of their attention, "I know Hermione is a girl and all, but she never used to spend so much time with the others."
Harry just nodded and tried to block out the sound of the giggles as Ron continued. "What do you think is on the parchment mate? It's obviously something about you…." Ron gave his friend a startled look, "You've not done any naked pictures for "Witch Weekly" have you?!"
Harry glared, "No Ron!" Another wave of giggles reached the boys and Harry tried to disappear into the chair, "It might have been better if I had done, at least then I'd know what was going on." He cast a furtive glance over at the girls who, he was relieved to see, seemed to be collecting themselves to leave.
The feminine huddle had moved to the portrait hole by now and when the portrait swung open Harry was horrified to see the corridor outside was packed with girls from the other houses and from all years, Harry thought he even caught sight of Pansy Parkinson and some other Slytherin girls.
As the painting swung shut he just caught a glimpse of Hermione and the other Gryffindor girls handing the pink papers out amongst the crowd. He stood up, outraged and stared at the portrait hole; "She's spreading it, whatever it is, out over the whole school!"
Ron shrugged, "Well it can't be anything too awful mate, 'Mione wouldn't do that to you."
Harry was still glaring darkly at the portrait hole, "I think you're underestimating the pure evil that occurs when girls run in packs."
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Harry and Ron walked into the great hall the next morning and gradually became aware that almost ever pair of female eyes was following Harry's progress hungrily. The boys sat down near to Hermione, who was quite determinedly reading the Daily Prophet and not looking at Harry as he sat beside her.
He began to fill his glass with orange juice, "Hey Hermione," he started casually, "why are the vast majority of the girls in this hall trying to burn my clothes off with the power of their eyes alone?" Hermione had suddenly gone very still but when she raised her eyes to meet Harry's she was the picture of innocence.
"I don't know what you mean Harry," she said loudly enough for her voice to carry across the hall "I'm sure nobody is looking at you!" Sure enough, when Harry turned around to survey the hall the girls were studiously not looking his way, although a few of the boys and teachers were regarding Hermione like she had lost her marbles.
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This type of behaviour continued for the rest of the day, Harry would walk to the end of a corridor and when he turned to look back, no one was looking at him precisely then. But the impression that they had only just stopped staring at him was annoyingly strong.
Another thing Harry had noticed was that he didn't appear to be the only one receiving the unwanted attention. Malfoy, the blond git, was also spinning wildly at the ends of corridors to try and catch the girl's stares. From observing Malfoy, Harry was proved correct in his assumption that the female students were turning away a second before the two boy's turned.
What could Hermione possibly be distributing throughout the female population that concerned both Harry and Malfoy? At least Malfoy didn't seem any more informed about the situation than Harry, he noted as Malfoy, loosing all decorum for a moment, screamed "Stop staring at me!" down the rapidly emptying corridor.
After a moment, when all the other pupils had fled the Malfoy wrath, Harry and Draco were left glaring at each other from opposite ends of the corridor. Harry began walking forward towards his last lesson of the day, Transfiguration. Malfoy glared in silence at Harry until he was barely six feet away when he suddenly demanded, "Well, Potter? What do you have the Mudblood spreading about me?"
Harry gave a snort of derision as he continued walking, "In case you haven't noticed, Malfoy, I'm as much in the dark about this as you are. And you aren't the only one getting the female attention." He didn't even stop as he walked past the irate Slytherin and round the corner to the Transfiguration room.
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It was empty as he entered, not surprising as the class wasn't due to begin for 10 minutes, but Harry was just happy to escape the staring eyes. He turned to close the door after him and jumped as an angry Malfoy confronted him. "Bloody hell Malfoy! Get out of my face will you!" The blond advanced into the room and slammed the door behind him, "No Potter! I will do no such thing until you tell me what's on that pink parchment!"
Harry rolled his eyes, "Don't you ever listen, you prat?" Harry spoke the next sentence slowly, "I. Don't. Know." This only seemed to further annoy the blond, who let out a snarl and lunged at Harry. Harry's seeker quick reflexes would have put him easily out of reach had Draco not possessed similar speed.
The result was that when the boys fell to the floor Draco's head was somewhere around Harry's midriff. And when Pansy Parkinson opened the door her shriek of joy at the seemingly compromising position she had found the rivals in was ear splitting. The boys scrambled away from each other as Pansy began an excited tirade, "Oh my gosh, Draco! I mean I thought it was just Granger's, admittedly oddly hot, but sick imagination!"
She was gesturing wildly as she talked, "I never thought you two actually had something going on!" she paused briefly to think, "It makes sense sure, it's the heat of your rivalry! Obviously it's been hiding this passion all this time! Oh Draco!" she hit the bewildered Slytherin on his arm, "Why didn't you tell me!" She stopped talking to glare at her friend.
Both boys were staring at her like she had grown an extra head. She looked from one look of bewilderment to the other, "Ah." She blushed and began backing away, "Neither of you have any idea what I'm talking about. Oh god…I'm in trouble." With that she turned on her heel and fled. Harry turned to Malfoy, "Go find out what she was on about!" Draco leant casually on a desk, "If Parkinson doesn't want me to find her, which I strongly suspect, not even I will be able to find her." Despite his apparent nonchalance, there was tightness in his stance that betrayed his agitation.
The Slytherin pushed off the desk, "Midnight Potter, room of requirement. One of us should have been able to obtain a copy of that insufferable fuchsia document by then." With that he swept from the room, almost colliding with Dean Thomas who was on his way into the room and swore loudly at Malfoy. The blond paused for a second, but then just sneered, "You're not worth my time." and continued down the corridor with both Gryffindor boys glaring after him.
H/D
It was nearly 11.30 when Lavender Brown finally fell asleep at her desk in the common room. Harry had almost fallen asleep himself waiting for her drooping eyelids to close but finally he had his chance. A quick glance around the room showed that everyone else was either in the dorms or asleep here in the common room. Harry crept across the room towards the sleeping girl and the enticing corner of pink parchment poking out from under the pile of books Lavender had been using.
He reached the room of requirement not even five minutes late but was nevertheless greeted with an icy: "Late Potter. Have you no sense of punctuality?" Harry glared at the blond but held up the pink parchment with a smug smile, "Maybe not but at least I got this. Did you?"
Malfoy's look of superiority waned a little, "No." he opened the door to the room of requirement and strode in without another word. Harry just rolled his eyes and followed.