After weeks of obsessively reading numerous Harry/Draco slash fics, I felt
like I had to write this. It is crucial that I do, yes. I am here to make
fun of (or actually just write a stupid version of) the typical Harry/Draco
slash fan fiction… don't get me wrong, I love every single one of those
fics out there, its just crucial that I write this. Why, you ask? Because
the sock commands me to, that's why.
Disclaimer: I own socks.
Here goes:
Harry can't sleep at night. I would say that the reason he can't sleep is because the stress of being a hero is finally piling up on him, or that it's because the mixed feelings he has been getting about a certain blonde, or the pressure of schoolwork… but the truth is that I added some caffeine into the juice he drank at dinner.
He flips over, blinks, and counts some sheep. He's still awake. 'I know!' he thinks to himself, 'I'll go walk around in the dark, yea, that's it; that would help me fall asleep… I always feel sleepy when I walk, such a thing to do for sleep, walk, yup… walk. Um hum.' Then for a moment he feels stupid for his thoughts, gets over it, and sneaks out of the dorms.
He walks out the school, wanders around, and walks into the forbidden forest. Harry was never really the bright one.
Rain starts to pour.
Damn.
But Harry doesn't mind, instead of running back to the dorms, he starts thinking about life in general. He figures that his life sucks like crap, and becomes depressed. He really should have just stayed in bed.
Then… a certain blonde catches his eyes. He is also standing there, in the rain, soaking wet, feeling sorry for himself about his pathetic life. Awww, how cute.
'he sure looks hot tonight.' Harry thinks, 'wait, what the heck was I thinking… must be the lack of sleep. Yup. Um hum, that must be it. I think I'll go talk to him.'
"Hey, what are YOU doing here, standing in the rain soaking wet like an idiot?" Harry asks.
Draco would have given him the eyebrow, but he was too busy crying. What?! Draco's crying?! What the @#(*@&$^!#&$! But since it is essential to the plot that he MUST cry, ( looking sad is not going to cut it) let's make him cry.
Something inside of Harry sparks. Probably that mystery meat he ate earlier that night.
"… What's wrong Malfoy?"
"It's… *sniff* none of your… *choke*… business, Potter!" he sobs some more.
Harry watches him cry.
"c'mon Draco" gasp, he called him Draco! "tell me what's wrong"
"well… I… my father… he wouldn't let me buy purple socks!"
"…. Oh my goodness… I'm so sorry… I didn't know that you go through so much."
Draco looks up at Harry. They stare at eachother for a loooooong time. Long time, very long. Then they kiss, out of nowhere! WOOO!
Yup. That's it so far.
Disclaimer: I own socks.
Here goes:
Harry can't sleep at night. I would say that the reason he can't sleep is because the stress of being a hero is finally piling up on him, or that it's because the mixed feelings he has been getting about a certain blonde, or the pressure of schoolwork… but the truth is that I added some caffeine into the juice he drank at dinner.
He flips over, blinks, and counts some sheep. He's still awake. 'I know!' he thinks to himself, 'I'll go walk around in the dark, yea, that's it; that would help me fall asleep… I always feel sleepy when I walk, such a thing to do for sleep, walk, yup… walk. Um hum.' Then for a moment he feels stupid for his thoughts, gets over it, and sneaks out of the dorms.
He walks out the school, wanders around, and walks into the forbidden forest. Harry was never really the bright one.
Rain starts to pour.
Damn.
But Harry doesn't mind, instead of running back to the dorms, he starts thinking about life in general. He figures that his life sucks like crap, and becomes depressed. He really should have just stayed in bed.
Then… a certain blonde catches his eyes. He is also standing there, in the rain, soaking wet, feeling sorry for himself about his pathetic life. Awww, how cute.
'he sure looks hot tonight.' Harry thinks, 'wait, what the heck was I thinking… must be the lack of sleep. Yup. Um hum, that must be it. I think I'll go talk to him.'
"Hey, what are YOU doing here, standing in the rain soaking wet like an idiot?" Harry asks.
Draco would have given him the eyebrow, but he was too busy crying. What?! Draco's crying?! What the @#(*@&$^!#&$! But since it is essential to the plot that he MUST cry, ( looking sad is not going to cut it) let's make him cry.
Something inside of Harry sparks. Probably that mystery meat he ate earlier that night.
"… What's wrong Malfoy?"
"It's… *sniff* none of your… *choke*… business, Potter!" he sobs some more.
Harry watches him cry.
"c'mon Draco" gasp, he called him Draco! "tell me what's wrong"
"well… I… my father… he wouldn't let me buy purple socks!"
"…. Oh my goodness… I'm so sorry… I didn't know that you go through so much."
Draco looks up at Harry. They stare at eachother for a loooooong time. Long time, very long. Then they kiss, out of nowhere! WOOO!
Yup. That's it so far.