I'm back, reporting for duty. I am very much so in love with my, count them, THREE (3) reviewers, DBZfanalwaysTruestBlue and Potter's Wifey I don't usually review, even for fics I love, but…damn, it would be great to make someone else feel this good. Now that my sappy and emotional moment is done for the day…. OPA! Or whatever. You know… Move along. To the story…oh. I was thinking of posting one of my friend and my self's pervier and more funny conversations on my profile. If you want to see exactly how twisted our minds are, tell me. Ahem… (pulls cover from over the chapter and waits patiently for oohs and ahhs) Have fun!
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Malfoy lay there in silence, hoping that Harry thought he had gone back to sleep, when he got a thought. Why not torment Stupid Potter as well?
I don't seem to be the only one thinking about my ass, Malfoy began. You also seem quite taken with it. Wait, what's that? Woah, Potter. I don't swing that way. I don't even think I'm that flexible. But if you were willing to do that I might reconsider…damn…
Fuck you Malfoy, Harry thought back, a blush firmly settled onto his cheeks.
Are you offering? Malfoy teased. He found himself highly amused as Harry spluttered incoherent things about stupid Slytherins and perverted boys and blond hair.
What'd my hair ever do to you? Malfoy asked, truly curious as to the explanation behind that particular hatred.
You flaunt it and it's not even that great, it'd look a lot better if you didn't grease it, and really, everybody has HAIR, what's so special about yours? Harry ranted quickly. Draco privately wondered if he would have been able to get all that out so quickly if he had been speaking, not thinking.
If I had known you cared, I would have spent more time on it, love. You know I do it just for you. And my hair is special because it's mine.
Happy that he had gotten his own back, Draco waited for a response, but did not receive one as Madam Pomfrey came in that very moment.
" How are we doing," she asked, all business, as she walked towards them. She was pushing a cart full of medicine and all manner of unpleasant looking syringes and needles.
Neither boy answered, but she did not seem to mind as she filled cups with pumpkin juice and a dollop of some thick, gooey substance. She handed them their cups and flapped her hands impatiently, signaling them to drink.
As they drank the toxic mixture, she waited, and when they were finished, she got out her wand. Tapping it twice against each boy's forehead she whispered valetudo expertus (1)and blue light came from her wand, spreading until it was about the size of a foot of parchment, and released itself onto her cart. This process happened again before her wand stopped and she put it back into her coat pocket. She picked up the sparkling blue sheets, now filled with text, and began to read. After several moments of analysis and comparison, she gasped and brought a shaking hand to her mouth.
" Bendino!" she called, and a house elf with a medic's pin, showing he worked for the infirmary, apparated to a spot a foot away from Draco's bed.
" Yes, my lady?" it said in its bright, tiny voice. Madam Pomfrey, still looking shocked, took in a deep breath.
" Bendino, go get Professor Snape. Tell him it's urgent. Thank you."
And with that, the house elf dissaperated.
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Oohh. Are our favorite boys in trouble? Of course they are! Can they get over their hatred to seek passionate boysex? Well, obviously! Is Draco hot? Let's not even bother answering that one, it's too obvious.
R&R!!
1- this is the exact Latin translation of health test
