I'm really happy. Not that 'he he that made me chuckle' funny but the 'I just took drugs and saw something HILARIOUS'. I think it might be the fact that I have no bad reviews! Its making me giddy and quite frankly, scary. However, it is very close to how I normally act so no visit to the doctor yet! Oh and side note . . .
October Diaries: If you show Wilfred your iTunes I swear to god I'm going to sic Humphrey (my yellow bunny who likes to make loud continues beeping noises) on you . . . no joke.
Darkness-Chan: THNX! You're awesome!
TearfullPixie: OMG, you are possibly the best person in the world. I could kiss you right now! *Blows a kiss*
WARNING: There is a lot of loving in this story. Eventually. But it will be BoyXBoy… and language and if you don't f*cking like it don't f*cking read it! . . . Its okay, I'm calm now.
DISCLAIMER: *sigh* It's sad to think that somewhere, somehow people would consider Harry Potter my creation. That makes in necessary for me to write this disclaimer . . . *sigh* well as you know I don't own Harry Potter and never will.
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Aaron slid back into his chair and looked at the slightly confused faces of his (really Harry's) peers. He just continued to eat the breakfast he had ordered from dobby, much to Hermione's disgust. He looked up to see that there was only five minutes left in breakfast before they went to class.
"So my dear, how does my day look?" Aaron said, looking down his nose a Hermione. Hermione's startled expression quickly turned into indignant anger.
"WHAT?" She screeched. Dolphins halfway across the world sat up and danced, dogs howled in Mexico and somewhere in Russia a man woke with a start.
"Well sweetie, you are one of Harry's best friends. He talked about you all the time. So I assumed someone as smart and beautiful as you would know Harry's class schedule." Aaron smiled sweetly causing Hermione to uncharacteristically blush. Over at the Slytherin table people were snickering at the obvious cover-up and the fact that he was buttering her up with compliments. A few people snorted when they saw that 'Know-it-all Granger' fell for it every step of the way.
"Oh, okay then. Well, we have four classes today. First we have Transfiguration and Charms. After those two classes we have lunch followed by the other two classes. Those are Care of Magical Creatures and Defense Against the Dark Arts." Hermione said smartly. Aaron stood up and grabbed his bag. He pointed to the large doors.
"Then let us be off!" before he marched with his knees locked and his arms swinging. People looked worried when he started to hum a tune and march to the beat. Hermione, Ron, Neville, Dean, Seams and Ginny all looked at each other before bolting after him. They burst into the Entrance Hall only to find that Aaron had completely disappeared.
After classes
Everything that day had gone pretty well. Surprisingly Aaron was very quiet in class. He opted for doodling on a spare bit a parchment instead of listening to the teacher. The only exception was Care of Magical Creatures. That day Hagrid decided to bring in Meekles; large wolf-like creatures that enjoy the taste of blood. Hagrid decided that no one was supposed to touch any of them . . . until he turned around. Aaron had been under a pile of the creatures laughing as the licked him all over. Scaring the piss out of everyone in the mean time.
Now everybody was lounging in the common room playing chess or studying, much to the annoyance of Aaron. He sat side-ways on his arm chair. His head fell over one of the arms so he was looking at Ginny upside down.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Studying," she said simply. He 'hmm'-ed in agreement. Before he flipped over onto his stomach and stared at her like a creeper.
"What?" she questioned in a strained voice, patience waving.
"Well. You said that you dated Harry. So I was just wondering why he never told me that you dated. I mean, he always told me when he was sleeping with somebody . . . including Susan!" He said in a huff. People around the common room paused as his voice escalated, suddenly interested in the topic.
"Well, I don't know maybe-"
"Wait!" Hermione interrupted . . . again. "You never did tell us about Susan did you?"
"Yeah, so?" Aaron said in his 'I'm a bitch' attitude.
"So tell us who Susan is!"
"I don't think I should," He tapped his chin "it's not my story to tell." Everybody stared at him while he had a very obvious inner debate. He would move his lips while talking to each of his shoulders. He'd pause every once in a while as if he was listening to somebody. Everybody jumped when he shouted. "No! Don't do that you two. I said no, let him go. Don't you dare shoot that arrow. Wait! Put that trident down!" Right when people were seriously considering escaping the room he turned and stared at them in this 'I'm not crazy, I swear!' look.
"Okay, I won't tell you everything however I'll let you ask five questions and ill answer them with the best of my ability." Hermione's hand shot up into the air like it was spring powered. Aaron dropped his head in his hands. "Please, Please! Tell me you didn't just raise your hand."
"I did. I wanted to ask the first question. You said that Susan was having her baby. Is it Harry's child?" Everybody nodded their head saying; yes that was a good question.
"What? No! God, Harry would never do anything as stupid as get a girl pregnant. Especially not Susan!"
"Then why did he go to her when she was having the baby?" Someone shouted from across the room.
"Well the baby's father is named Ken. When he first learned that he was a father he wanted to get rid of it. Susan said no, so the next time Harry visited he found her on the floor bruised from where Ken had hit her. Harry went ballistic. You really should have seen it. Ken was in the hospital for a month! So anyway Harry has been taking care of her for the last six months. He has been more of a father to that child than Ken ever will be."
"Well just a little while ago Ken came back. He said he was "sorry" and that he wanted the child. Well just four days ago he split, with all of the valuable things in her house. When Susan went into labor she got really emotional. She said that if Harry wasn't there she wasn't going to have the child. So I was sent here to bring him to her." He finished with a shrug. During the story whenever he mentioned Ken his eyes would darken and his lips would pull themselves into a sneer.
"What is the relationship between Susan and Harry?" Ginny said curiously.
"Best friends, lovers, enemies . . . pretty much anything you could think of in a relationship they are or were." Was all the information that Aaron put out.
"Could you explain some more?" Hermione asked in a frustrated voice.
"I could." Was all he said with a smirk.
"…well?" Ron said after there was an awkward silence. Aaron just looked at him.
"Well what?"
"Are you going to explain some more?"
"Nope. Oh and by the way, you just used up all your questions." He chuckled to himself when everybody looked stunned. Seamus shot to his feet.
"No we didn't! We only asked three!"
"Nope, you asked five. Number one: Is it Harry's child? Number two: why did Harry go? Number three: What was their relationship? Number four: Could you explain some more? And finally number five: Are you going to explain some more?" He finished, ticking each thing off of his fingers as he went along. Ron went red in the face as he looked like he was going to jump up and punch Aaron.
"That's not fair! You promised us five questions about Harry and this Susan person. The other questions don't count!" He shouted.
"Actually I said you could have five questions, I never said that it had to be about them. You could have asked what size dick I have and it would have been acceptable. Also I never said that I needed to completely answer your question." Aaron sat back in his chair while waiting for the information to sink in.
"But- but well that's not- not right!" Ron sputtered. Suddenly a small voice sounded from the corner.
"Actually Ron," Neville muttered "he is right. Everything he said was true. Your just angry because you fell like he tricked you and you don't like it."
"W-w-what? Neville, you're agreeing with him?" Ron asked, completely flabbergasted by the turn of events.
"I'm only agreeing with him because he is right!" Neville said in a slightly more confident voice. Aaron looked over with a smile.
"Thanks Nev. It's nice to know that somebody cares and understands." He said throwing a nasty look in Ron's direction. Neville just blushed at the statement. Ron was of course indignant, but since he was lacking a retort he settled for sulking in the corner. Hermione was glaring, hating the fact that somebody had outsmarted her.
"Well," Aaron said with a yawn. He fell out of his chair and stood up. "It seems like the party is dying down. So it is a good time to make my escape to the bedrooms. I also have to feed Carlos."
"Who is Carlos?" Ron questioned.
"He's my pet tarantula." Aaron said walking up the stairs.
"T-tarantula! As in the spider? Are you sure he can't escape?" Ron said worriedly.
"Nope, there is no need to worry," Ron sighed a breath of relief. "He is safe inhis cage under your bed," With that Aaron slipped up the stairs, leaving a very pale Ronald Weasley behind.
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God! This chapter took FOREVER! And it's not even that long! Well tomorrow starts a new era of pain . . . school is starting again. In less than 12 hours I will be back in the icy grips of my English teacher who will, in turn, assign me long assignments only to make me fail them. So if I don't write soon that is what I will be doing. Also I need some moral support. I have to confront my mother about playing Lacrosse (if you don't know Lacrosse is a sport that the Native Americans created to practice for war. You play with twelve people. You spend an hour passing a one pound rubber ball at 40-80 miles per hour to each other and attempt to catch it in a stick with a small space and shallow pocket) I really want to quit . . . but I don't want to be a quitter. Wow can I ramble or what?
Hope your holiday went well and all of you who still have a hangover from a few nights ago . . . I hope you feel better and you are not alone! I LOVE YOU ALL! Even you creepy old man that is sitting in the back.
Avec tout l'amour je posses,
Puppy-on-crack