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adventurous and a lot kinkier.
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Harry couldn't help but watch the heavy wooden doors leading into the Great Hall. He could feel Hermione's eyes on the back of his head and quickly switched his gaze to the bowl of cereal on the table in front of him. A few seconds later though, his eyes jumped to the door as it burst open to reveal his smiling boyfriend.
Unfortunately, it also revealed his boyfriend's also smiling ex boyfriend trailing shortly behind.
Laughing, Draco quickly made his way to the Gryffindor table for his usual morning kiss. Harry couldn't help but smile as Draco gave him a funny face and quickly bent down for a peck on the lips.
"Hey baby." Draco murmured as his lips left Harry's.
"Why were you late?" Harry asked, trying to sound casual as he frowned at the state of Draco's short spikes. "And what's with your hair?"
"Blaise told me I should cut it." Draco told Harry as he reached for Hermione's roll. "Thanks Granger."
"Sure thing Malfoy." Hermione grumbled to herself.
"So you did?" Harry asked.
"Well yeah." Draco smiled. "I think it looks better this way."
"Yeah, but..." Harry trailed off.
"But what?" Draco asked.
"But I always liked it long." Harry said, trying desperately to keep the whine out of his voice. "I like to run my fingers through it. You know that."
"Oh." Draco at least had the decency to look sheepish. "Sorry. It's just, Blaise and I were wrestling last night and it kept getting in my eyes. So he told me he'd cut it for me this morning."
"Wrestling?" Harry asked, obviously unhappy.
"Well, yeah." Draco shrugged. "It's what guys do sometimes. You know? I mean, I'm sure you and Weasley have at some point wrestled with each other."
"Yes, but Ron's not my ex boyfriend." Harry said.
"Harry, it's all okay." Draco said smoothly. "Look baby, you know that's all in the past. I'm with you now and Blaise knows that. He respects that Harry. He would never cross the line."
Harry looked over at the Slytherin table, his eyes narrowing with anger as he caught Blaise staring across the room at Draco's turned back. Without even turning his gaze from Blaise he asked, "You sure of that?"
Draco turned, confused, to see what Harry was glaring at. He caught Blaise's eye and gave him a little wave. Blaise smiled back and quickly began filling his plate with food. "Of course I'm sure Harry. Look, I have to go. Wait for me and I'll walk you to Potions."
"Yeah." Harry said as Draco turned on his heel and went to join his fellow Slytherins. He watched as Draco started laughing at something that Blaise said before he'd even reached the table and immediately went to put Blaise into a headlock. Harry sighed and looked over at Hermione. "Well, my morning's shit, how's yours?"
"He stole my roll." Hermione grumbled. "I wanted that roll."
Harry rolled his eyes. "So... Shit?"
"Purely." Hermione humphed.
"How's Ron?" Harry asked.
"How the hell should I know?" Hermione exclaimed. "We broke up last night."
"Are you serious?" Harry asked, noticing how Lavender automatically shifted to hear their conversation better. "But I thought you two were so... Happy."
"Yeah well, happiness can bite my arse for all I care." Hermione glared at her eggs. "And so can Ronald Wealsey."
"Um..." Harry really didn't like the way she was wielding that fork like a weapon. "Fuck?"
"Yes." Hermione plunged the fork into her eggs. "Fuck."
"What happened?" Harry asked.
"I found the bastard snogging Susan Bones in the library." Hermione's narrowed impossibly farther. "My library."
"I'm sorry?" Harry said, not really sure that if he said something else he'd get out of there alive. Hermione looked positively murderous and Harry wasn't about to be the poor bastard who got in her way. He hated pissed off Hermione. And this was definitely a pissed off Hermione.
"Well it's not like you don't know what I'm going through." Hermione said as she stabbed at her eggs again.
Harry watched with a terrified expression on his face as Hermione began stabbing the eggs over and over. Finally he realized what she said and asked, "What the hell does that mean?"
"Oh come on." Hermione looked at him and Harry could have sworn her eyes had flashed red. "Malfoy's cheating on you with Zabini."
"No he's..." Harry glanced over at the Slytherin table to find Draco smiling at Blaise with that smile he'd reserved only for Harry. "That bastard!"
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Harry couldn't help but watch the heavy wooden doors leading into the Great Hall. He could feel Hermione's eyes on the back of his head and quickly switched his gaze to the bowl of cereal on the table in front of him. A few seconds later though, his eyes jumped to the door as it burst open to reveal his smiling boyfriend.
Unfortunately, it also revealed his boyfriend's also smiling ex boyfriend trailing shortly behind.
Laughing, Draco quickly made his way to the Gryffindor table for his usual morning kiss. Harry couldn't help but smile as Draco gave him a funny face and quickly bent down for a peck on the lips.
"Hey baby." Draco murmured as his lips left Harry's.
"Why were you late?" Harry asked, trying to sound casual as he frowned at the state of Draco's short spikes. "And what's with your hair?"
"Blaise told me I should cut it." Draco told Harry as he reached for Hermione's roll. "Thanks Granger."
"Sure thing Malfoy." Hermione grumbled to herself.
"So you did?" Harry asked.
"Well yeah." Draco smiled. "I think it looks better this way."
"Yeah, but..." Harry trailed off.
"But what?" Draco asked.
"But I always liked it long." Harry said, trying desperately to keep the whine out of his voice. "I like to run my fingers through it. You know that."
"Oh." Draco at least had the decency to look sheepish. "Sorry. It's just, Blaise and I were wrestling last night and it kept getting in my eyes. So he told me he'd cut it for me this morning."
"Wrestling?" Harry asked, obviously unhappy.
"Well, yeah." Draco shrugged. "It's what guys do sometimes. You know? I mean, I'm sure you and Weasley have at some point wrestled with each other."
"Yes, but Ron's not my ex boyfriend." Harry said.
"Harry, it's all okay." Draco said smoothly. "Look baby, you know that's all in the past. I'm with you now and Blaise knows that. He respects that Harry. He would never cross the line."
Harry looked over at the Slytherin table, his eyes narrowing with anger as he caught Blaise staring across the room at Draco's turned back. Without even turning his gaze from Blaise he asked, "You sure of that?"
Draco turned, confused, to see what Harry was glaring at. He caught Blaise's eye and gave him a little wave. Blaise smiled back and quickly began filling his plate with food. "Of course I'm sure Harry. Look, I have to go. Wait for me and I'll walk you to Potions."
"Yeah." Harry said as Draco turned on his heel and went to join his fellow Slytherins. He watched as Draco started laughing at something that Blaise said before he'd even reached the table and immediately went to put Blaise into a headlock. Harry sighed and looked over at Hermione. "Well, my morning's shit, how's yours?"
"He stole my roll." Hermione grumbled. "I wanted that roll."
Harry rolled his eyes. "So... Shit?"
"Purely." Hermione humphed.
"How's Ron?" Harry asked.
"How the hell should I know?" Hermione exclaimed. "We broke up last night."
"Are you serious?" Harry asked, noticing how Lavender automatically shifted to hear their conversation better. "But I thought you two were so... Happy."
"Yeah well, happiness can bite my arse for all I care." Hermione glared at her eggs. "And so can Ronald Wealsey."
"Um..." Harry really didn't like the way she was wielding that fork like a weapon. "Fuck?"
"Yes." Hermione plunged the fork into her eggs. "Fuck."
"What happened?" Harry asked.
"I found the bastard snogging Susan Bones in the library." Hermione's narrowed impossibly farther. "My library."
"I'm sorry?" Harry said, not really sure that if he said something else he'd get out of there alive. Hermione looked positively murderous and Harry wasn't about to be the poor bastard who got in her way. He hated pissed off Hermione. And this was definitely a pissed off Hermione.
"Well it's not like you don't know what I'm going through." Hermione said as she stabbed at her eggs again.
Harry watched with a terrified expression on his face as Hermione began stabbing the eggs over and over. Finally he realized what she said and asked, "What the hell does that mean?"
"Oh come on." Hermione looked at him and Harry could have sworn her eyes had flashed red. "Malfoy's cheating on you with Zabini."
"No he's..." Harry glanced over at the Slytherin table to find Draco smiling at Blaise with that smile he'd reserved only for Harry. "That bastard!"
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