For my daaaaaaarling, psychotic [SHE'S GOING TO HURT ME! D=] reviewer, fyren galan!
I LOVE YE SO!
I recall ye saying something about hating Ginny and wanting more Draco/Harry and Fred/Hermione, so here you are, m'deary.
x3 ENJOY, AND I LOVE YE!
[And review! THAT GOES TO ALL OF YOU!]
"Hey, Harry." A seductive, sultry voice floated in the door and Harry blinked, looking up and round and meeping as he saw Ginny staring at him with a most definitely lustful expression.
"Ehh… hi, Ginny." He replied, somewhat awkwardly, giving an odd mix of a salute and a wave and ending up hitting himself in the nose.
"Aww, poor Harry, you hit yourself!" The redheaded girl sprang forwards, seemingly to help Harry, but ending up tackling him onto the bed. Laying atop the confused, scared looking boy, she gave a low gasp of false surprise and leant forwards, her lips inches from Harry's. "Oops… silly me…"
"GET OFF MY LOVER!" A second voice came through the door, this one more of an indignant screech, and the sex-bomb himself darted in through the door, grey eyes fixed furiously upon Ginny as he hurtled forwards and backhanded her away from the even more confused boy on the bed. Harry sat up, relieved to have Ginny no longer pressing against him, but exceptionally freaked out by the presence of the tall, attractive male who slunk towards him and seated himself on Harry's lap. "My love…" Draco Malfoy crooned, nuzzling affectionately into Harry's neck and snickering as Harry meeped again.
Nonplussed but figuring it didn't matter, since the world was so damn odd anyway, Harry went and nuzzled the pureblood right back again, raising his eyebrow as Draco snickered, watching Ginny storm out of the room calling for her mother.
"Now now, Ginny! Draco is our guest, at least while his father is still alive and strutting round the neighbourhood looking sexy!" Mrs Weasley called up the stairs, and Ginny growled.
"But he stole my Harry!" She wailed, and both Harry and Draco smirked at the clearly fake crying noises that were coming from Ginny as she then sprinted up the stairs, most likely to hide away near the ghoul until someone paid her some attention.
Well, nobody would. Stupid girl that she was, believing that she could get in the way of Harry and Draco and their smexiness together.
There was a brief silence before, looking at one another in unison, the two males then rolled over, Draco on top of Harry, and began to make out.
And life was good.
Meanwhile, Hermione was happily stirring at a pot of cheese sauce that was bubbling cheerfully on the stove. Mrs Weasley bustled back in the room and went to her side, smiling approvingly and nodding at the saucepan. "Good work there, Hermione… it should be ready soon." She stated, before rubbing briefly at the back of her neck then clasping her hands together in front of herself.
"Now, Hermione… I've been meaning to talk to you about something."
Hermione blinked and looked up at Mrs Weasley, continuing to stir. "Yes, Mrs Weasley?" She asked, her face a picture of innocence, until she noticed Fred coming in the back door [Hehehe.] and she began to blush, keeping her eyes fixedly on Mrs Weasley's so that they didn't stray and reveal the reason behind her blush.
"It's getting rather warm in here, dear, isn't it? You're looking awfully red." Fred looked round at his mother's words and smirked at Hermione before disappearing upstairs, leaving Mrs Weasley to continue. "Anyway, it should be fine once we get outside and the stove's off. So. I've been meaning to talk to you… I've heard from an anonymous source that you no longer feel any kind of inclination towards my darling little Ronnikins." Manic laughter sounded from upstairs, and it was likely that Draco had just heard these words, though the laughter was stifled a few moments later, most likely by Harry's lips.
"Ahem, yes. However… my source also tells me that you've been crushing on my other children."
Hermione kept her face carefully blank, deciding not to mention that Molly had many other children.
"Ginny, Ron, Percy, Charlie, Bill, George, Fre- AHA!" At the mention of Fred's name, Hermione had blushed once more, and Mrs Weasley pointed her wand triumphantly in her direction, accidentally blowing a hole in the wall beside the girl. "Oops. So, you like Fred?"
Staring at the hole in the wall, then looking back at Mrs Weasley with an expression of mixed embarrassment and terror at the apparent accidental magical power the stout woman had, Hermione nodded slowly, hoping that Mrs Weasley wouldn't mind and that her stomach wouldn't end up the same way as the wall. "Yes…"
"HAH! I KNEW IT!" Fred leapt back down the stairs, stumbled at the bottom, smacked straight into the wall, then quickly sidestepped into the kitchen, pretending nothing had happened, a wide grin on his face, even though his nose was looking slightly squashed.
Hermione blinked, meeped, and began to mumble unintelligible words and sentences, abruptly shutting up as Fred bounded forwards and dipped her backwards, planting a large, sloppy kiss on her lips.
Yes… life was good.