Author's Note: Whew! I thought I'd be getting more done since summer has started but damn, this summer has been rough and busy so far.
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I would have waited to update until I had a bit more written, but I haven't updated in ages. This chapter has some "mature" language. Haha.
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The entire beach fell silent in a heartbeat, and everyone turned to stare at both Harry and Malfoy.
'O.K., Malfoy still hasn't moved an inch, so maybe I can just quietly slip away…'
"Where. Do. You. Think. You. Are. Going, Potter?"
Harry had only just taken a few small steps when Malfoy's icy voice stopped him in his tracks. He mentally cringed.
'Oh, shit.'
"Uhm, well, I was just going to head up to the castle, and, uh, you know…," he said as he turned back around. Harry stopped mid-sentence when he saw Malfoy's face.
Malfoy was now sitting upright on his recliner, and had pulled the wet patty from his face and thrown it aside into the water. His normally pale blond bangs now had a reddish-pink tinge and were plastered to his forehead. The patty had left Draco with red cheeks and a red nose. Harry let out a snicker before he could stop himself; Malfoy looked like a rouged-up doll.
"Do you think this is funny, Potter?" Draco grit out. Harry rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Kinda?"
Malfoy slowly rose from his recliner, and all the Slytherins rose with him.
'Oh, shit.'
Draco began to slowly stalk towards Harry, and the Slytherins mimicked his moves. The Gryffindors bristled at this, and began to form tightly behind Harry. The two houses faced each other in silence for a few long moments. Harry could hear faint whimpering in the background; most likely Neville, he assumed. Before he could turn to investigate, Draco spoke.
"I'm waiting, Potter."
Harry scowled. "Waiting for what?"
"Your apology," Draco smirked, crossing his arms. "On your knees."
Harry mockingly gasped. "That was last night, Malfoy. I'm too tired for another round, especially with an audience." Harry clamped his mouth shut. 'What the fuck am I saying? Great job, Harry! Just great.'
The Gryffindors gasped while Malfoy's glare darkened. He took a menacing step towards Harry, bringing him nearly nose-to-nose with the slightly shorter boy.
"I will curse you into next month, Potter, if I don't get an apology now." Draco's right hand shot up to grip the thin material of Harry's wife beater, and pulled the boy closer; Harry could smell the faint stink that the patty had left on Draco's face. He pulled back as far as Draco's grip would allow him.
"Geez, Malfoy, ever heard of washing? You're starting to smell as bad as Seamus' bed after a round or two 0f-"
Harry was cut off by a faint voice of protest behind him, probably Seamus, and the wand that was now poking him painfully under his chin. Harry grunted when Draco pressed the wand harder in his neck, tipping Harry's head backwards.
"I do not want to know," Draco growled, "what disgusting things Finnigan does while alone in his bed." The Slytherins chuckled at this as Seamus' red face became impossibly redder.
"Right, because I'm sure it's all you ever d-," Harry's laughter turned to silent choking when Draco growled and pulled Harry right off of his feet.
"I think now would be the ideal time for an apology," Draco snarled.
Harry responded with a swift kick to the crotch. Draco dropped Harry, half-bent over, his face contorted in pain. Harry remained on the sand where he had fallen, laughing at Malfoy's pain.
"You…little….fucker…,"Malfoy snarled, and jumped at Harry. Too busy laughing, Harry hadn't seen Malfoy coming and let out a surprised yelp when the heavier boy plowed into him. They tumbled together over and over on the sand, the Gryffindors parting to allow the rolling fight pass.
Draco managed to roll Harry onto his back and straddled his waist.
"You're going to pay for that, Potter," he hissed, landing a punch to Harry's cheek. Harry cried out in pain when the ring on Malfoy's finger cut deep into his skin, ripping a deep, angry red line across the bridge of his nose. Harry threw his weight forward and knocked Draco backwards, mimicking his previous position. His hands found their way to Draco's neck and began strangling him.
Gasping for breath, Draco's frantic hands clawed across Harry's shoulders until they found his neck. He tangled his hands in the metal chain that hung around Harry's neck and pulled with all his strength. Harry tightened his hands around Draco's neck in response, but his face was slowly turning red as Draco's grip on his necklace began to choke him.
"Let…go….of….me," Draco choked out, glaring up at Harry. They snarled at each other, both refusing to back down. A slow trickle of blood slid down Harry's nose, pooling at the tip before dripping down onto Draco's lip. Draco reflexively liked his lips, but his features twisted at the metallic taste. Disgusted, he spat the blood back at Harry, hitting him right in the eye.
Harry recoiled, releasing Malfoy to rub furiously at his left eye. Who knew what the hell was in that ferret's spit!
Everything was a blur; he had lost his glasses when he and Malfoy were tumbling across the sand. Only now did he realize that an all-put brawl had erupted across the beach. Both houses had followed his and Malfoy's example, and had readily jumped each other at the first chance. Fists were flying, hair was being pulled, and flesh was being bitten. Surprisingly, not a single student had pulled out their wand, opting to fight physically. Even the Slytherins were reveling in the adrenaline the "primitive" fighting was giving them.
The music continued to blast, but the roar from the students was beginning to drown it out. Harry tried to make out some faces, but everything was to blurry, and everyone was moving so fast. A blur flashed in the corner of his eye, and he let out a grunt as a punch caught him on the chin. Malfoy kicked him in the ribs, making the breath whoosh out of Harry. He gasped for breath, but only managed to inhale handfuls of the beach sand. The sand seemed to embed itself into Harry's throat and he began hacking, only to be kicked again. The kick sent him onto his back, and he continued to gasp for air. Harry stared up unblinking at the blue sky. He tried to cough the sand up and out of his throat, but he couldn't breathe.
Draco froze mid-kick, staring down at the boy beneath him who was starting to look a little blue. Shit.
"Hey, Potter, get the bloody hell up! Pathetic," Draco spat, but a small bit of uncertainty crept into his voice.
Harry started to claw at his throat; the pain was unbearable. He tried to breathe and swallow at the same time, but had only managed to make the burning in his throat worse. Harry rolled onto his stomach and raised himself to all fours, trying to stick his fingers down his throat.
"Potter! Hey, Potter!"
There were black spots dancing in the corners of his vision, and his head swam. A dull roar began to rush past him. Harry began to panic, but the lack of oxygen slowed him down.
Draco stared at his choking arch-rival. 'Shit! If Potter dies here, I'll get sent to Azkaban! That is, if the entire fucking Wizarding World doesn't kill me first. Fuck, fuck!'
Draco dropped to his knees beside Harry, praying to Merlin that everyone else was too absorbed in their own fight to witness him, a Malfoy, help Harry Potter. He pulled Harry into his lap and began thumping his fists against Harry's chest. It didn't seem to help; in fact, it seemed to make things worse. Harry glared weakly at Draco in between his small, rough gasps.
'Oh shit, this is going to be nasty.'
Draco leaned Harry forward, wrapping one arm around his waist and thrust two fingers into Harry's mouth. Harry could feel Malfoy's fingers push roughly against the back of his throat, and reflexively gagged. Another thrust, and his breakfast came back up. He reached up and pulled Malfoy's hand away before leaning forward and throwing up rather loudly.
Harry wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, leaning back against Malfoy as he gratefully gulped down the fresh air. Draco stared at his slime covered hand in disgust. He shoved Harry from his lap, plunging his hand into the sand in an attempt to get rid off the ick.
"Merlin, Potter, that's disgusting! You stupid fuck, how the hell do you choke on sand? In the middle of a fight! I should have just let you die," Draco wiped his hand on Harry's swim trunks.
Harry weakly glared at Malfoy, before flopping back onto the sand.
"Love you too, Malfoy."
Draco opened his mouth to return a witty retort when-
"What is going on here?"
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Additional Notes: To be continued!
This story isn't meant to stay 'humorous' throughout. Sure, it'll still have it's funny (hopefully) moments, but I do hope to also turn it into a serious fic. But I'm still glad you guys had a couple of chuckles!
R&R, much thanks!
