LETS SKIP THE TREATS AND GET TO THE TRICKS
Disclaimer: Don't I have one here? No? Well I own nothing!#grins#
A/N: Welcome back to the Harry and Draco snog-a-thon. Now for the snog part! LOL.
Chapter 6: You're Gay!
Draco I get the feeling your father feels I'm responsible for this.
Draco snorted after reading the note and took the pad from Harry writing tiredly. Aren't you?
NOT DIRECTLY! He's acting like I'm trying to…destroy you or something. And I want this ended as much as you do. Though I don't fancy much more poking and prodding and 'tests'.
We'll be in the Prophet tomorrow. I'm almost completely sure of that. Maybe with a picture…but anyway the point is for my father you'll be destroying my reputation.
Err, that is…not already destroyed? Harry arched an eyebrow.Me…being seen by the whole wizarding world 'kissing' Harry Potter. Draco shuddered. Yup, my reputation is ruined.
Umm Draco, not to pry… Harry's lips twisted under Draco's. Aren't you gay?
That's beside the point! Draco huffed.
Harry nodded slightly. Doesn't know does he?
Draco debated for a second with himself. Noo. But as I said that is beside the point. It's YOU! There's a difference between me kissing Blaise Zabini and YOU!
If I did it there'd be less groping? Harry smirked.
Besides that! It's YOU!Why can't we just kiss? Then go along with our lives? I want to be able to eat normally again! I want to stop using spells when I need to go to the bathroom! I WANT TO PEE normally!
Because if we kiss now my father will know. And if I'm correct and we do end up in the Prophet then everyone will know!
Harry frowned deeply. I think it's time we talked to Fred and George.
Why? Draco frowned.
There must be another way to break this. We'll just find out the incantation ask them how the whole thing works basically and…research. We'll find out how to fix this ourselves. Though it'd save us a lot of TIME if we just kissed. Then we could tell people we solved how to nullify the spell or whatever.
What if they ask for proof? Draco arched an eyebrow.
I dunno. We'll tell them…it's private. Very embarrassing and stuff.
But it WOULD be embarrassing. Me, kissing you!
But they wouldn't know that. Well, the general public, if the Prophet doesn't find out anyway. The only people that could tell…
After breakfast the next day, Draco and Harry walked up Hospital wing. Since most of the school knew of their little predicament it wasn't too weird going around the school except for the staring. Anyway, they entered with Poppy's permission as she left temporarily and after little debate, Harry was blushing but sitting once again on Draco's lap in the chair between the two only occupied beds. He then brought out the pad and notebook and wrote.
Hullo Fred, George. He turned the pad to the two red heads, each on a bed.
"Hey." Fred hissed out between clenched teeth.
"Harry." George said the same way.
Draco smirked and took the paper from Harry. So who got you? Father or Severus?
"Both." Fred muttered.
"Snape had us scrub the floor, walls, desks, chairs, caldrons, every surface he could think of…"
"With a toothbrush."
George scowled darkly nodding. "And then we were just finishing up polishing his leather chair when Malfoy comes in."
"All we felt was a tingle and it was over. We thought nothing of it. Made it all the way to Gryffindor common room before we started giggling, our hair turned purple, our mouths stretched into grins and we were wearing lipstick." Fred finished with a hissing sigh.
HA! Draco copied the note twice and ripped off the two sticky papers, pushing Harry off his lap so he could stand temporarily to slap them on Fred and George's foreheads. Harry grinned guiltily as they tried to fight their bindings on the bed to remove the notes but didn't help.
You should have considered the consequences before you went doing this to us.
Fred smirked. "But aren't you ever so comfy sitting on ferret's lap?"
It's kind of difficult sitting in two seats when you're stuck at the mouths Fred! Harry flushed and shot a look into Draco's eyes which were narrowed on him. It was very disconcerting up close.
What do you mean by that Weasel? Draco snatched the writing utensils from Harry and wrote quickly.
"Why don't you ask Harry." George's grin widened slightly.
Harry fidgeted under the probing gray eyes. I have no idea what you two are talking about. We didn't come to talk about this. He waved a hand at his and Draco's mouths. We want to know about the spell. The incantation, how it works…how to end it?
Fred sighed in a put-upon way. "The incantation is Liposuctos. They way it works is two people who are close together or are the only ones in a confined space are fused together at the mouths after the spell is cast. The words basically mean 'lip suction'. So that is exactly what the spell does. The harder you try to pull away from the fuse the more suction is applied until…" George made a dramatic gestured to Harry and Draco. "The spell has…or had a safeguard though that if the participants didn't kiss in twenty-four hours it would just cancel. But…something just went wrong for you two."
So it is like Dumbledore's little trick. Draco scribbled to Harry.
"The only way to break the spell is to kiss." George said.
"So you might as well do it and get it over with."
But the whole school's seen us. We can't just kiss now!
"Only Fred and I know the way to end it with a few others."
But my father would know. And he won't…like, me kissing Potter.
"Malfoy why don't you just tell daddy you're gay. Simple."
I can just see that wonderful conversation now. Gee dad, as my reputation is going to the hippogriffs let me make it worse! I'm an insatiable bottom-boy and if it was possible, I'd blow all day and have kinky monkey sex all night. Draco turned the pad around with a straight face.
Harry flushed furiously as George snorted and Fred grinned widely. "What a coincidence. I know an insatiable top-boy, who also likes kinky monkey sex and isn't adverse to getting blown. Though he likes other things being…oralised if you know what I mean."
Draco blinked, startled before a pink blushed rushed into his cheeks. That was hypothetical! And bloody well stop wriggling around on me Potter!
Harry covered his face with a muffled moan as he wished he could hide and stopped trying to get off Draco's lap and squished into the corner of the chair.
Look! Now you've gone and disturbed Potter's delicate sensibilities.
Fred and George snickered together. "More like he destroyed ours but anyway! We're getting out of here at lunch! Pomfrey's found a cure for this joker-curse thing."
George went serious. "We expect mum'll be writing us today."
"Ignore any Howlers that might go off okay?" Fred tried to grin but it wavered.
You're afraid. Draco looked at them incredulously.
You've never met Mrs. Weasley Harry wrote before pushing off Draco's lap. They both stood as Madam Pomfrey returned. See you guys at lunch. Hope the Howler isn't too bad.
Never knew my dad knew any curses like that. Draco scribbled as they left the hospital wing. Must ask him to teach me that one.
After another awkward feeding session Harry and Draco at least got the entertainment of watching a newly released and restored Fred and George, receive their Howlers from their mother. One for each.
Fred and George both looked over their plates of food at each other and opened the letters quickly before letting go.
"FRED WEASLEY!" George's said his name of course, "HOW DARE YOU PUT THIS FAMILY BACK INTO SCANDEL! I KNOW IT WAS THE TWO OF YOU! DOING SUCH A THING TO POOR HARRY! YOU OUGHT TO BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELVES! HOW YOU COULD EVER LOOK THE POOR BOY IN THE EYES AFTER RUINING HIS REPUTATION SO. THE PROPHET HAS GOT PICTURES FROM ST. MUNGO'S SHOWING HIM 'KISSING', THEY SAY, THAT MALFOY BOY. DID YOU THINK OF HOW THIS WOULD AFFECT HIM? FOR YEARS ONWARD! WHEN PEOPLE THINK OF HARRY POTTER THEY'LL SEE A MALFOY ATTACHED TO HIS MOUTH!" Here the letter paused and you could hear their mother drawing a deep breath. Harry also took this time to cover his eyes and groan again not needing her to remind him! "YOU BOYS APOLOGIZE TO THEM BOTH IMMEDIATELY! FOR ALL YOU KNOW THE MALFOY BOY DOESN'T SWING THAT WAY EITHER! AND JUST WAIT TIL YOU GET HOME!" The threatening tone wasn't a good place to be left off for Fred and George as the letters ripped themselves to shreds before them. They sat forward, pale faced before letting out a choked laugh.
"So Mum can't make killer Howlers."
The upper Gryffindors at the table chimed in with a laugh. "You can always write back and inform her Malfoy does swing that way. And is loving the publicity."
Fred sighed theatrically. "She doesn't care if Malfoy loves it. But if she heard from our dear Harry that he wasn't so…adverse…" Fred fluttered his eyelashes while George made smooching sounds behind him.
Harry flushed. I'm not writing your Mum to tell her I like…being connected to Malfoy to save your butts!
George made a put-out noise. "If you don't well have to bring forward our own evidence won't we Fred?"
Fred nodded. "I wonder if that picture charm works on memories of things you've read…"
Draco's eyes were flicking back and forth between Fred and George and Harry and he took in the resultant blush with suspicions before he decided at Harry's capitulation.
I'll write the letter! There's no need to get nasty. I was going to do it anyway. Because you guys know I love you like brothers… Harry grimaced at them as he put the pen down and Fred and George grinned back.
"We love you too Harrykins!"
As they left the Great Hall Draco started shunting Harry towards the dungeons and he went hesitantly along. When they paused in an alcove Harry startled as he was pushed against the wall and stared at Draco wide-eyed until he realized the wall behind him was being used by Draco to prop the pad on to write.
Now I know the Weasels have something on you! What is it?Harry blanched before shaking his head slightly.
A load of hippogriff-pie! They read something from you. Journal? Diary?Draco smirked triumphantly as Harry blushed. How bad is it? Something really big on you? Harry nodded slightly. Hmm, it has something with you not being adverse, to…kissing…males, Draco paused. Then his eyes widened. Oh HELL! YOU'RE GAY! YOU'RE GAY!
Harry grabbed the pad and started writing hurriedly. You can't tell anyone! You can't! Please…Malfoy…they'll…they'll think we did this! And I'm not ready to tell anyone!
Draco crowed internally. The GREAT Harry Potter…afraid.
I'm not afraid! I just don't want people to know I fa... Harry blanched.
You fancy someone. Who. Come on Potter…who! Draco started poking him in the ribs. Come on? Inform me what male is worthy of the Boy-Who-Lived. What's he have that I don't?
Harry resisted the urge to write nothing and instead shook his head.
I bet I can figure it out! Let's see. Harry watched Draco think, breath bated. The more he thought the more he frowned. He met Harry's eyes once or twice and Harry tried to fight back the bright red blush that hit him whenever he did. Finally his face cleared suddenly.
That's not funny Potter. Comfy on my lap. Not adverse to kissing…ME. Blushing whenever someone suggests you like this. Draco waved a free hand at their connected mouths.
Harry took the pad and looked down at it pensively. It wasn't supposed to be funny. He's got absolutely nothing you don't have. Harry looked up with a fresh blush.
Draco blinked in surprise and Harry blinked back awkwardly. Then took the small step forward until their bodies were improperly close before shutting his eyes. When another tongue licked over his bottom lip he realized, eyes widening, that Potter was kissing him. Harry was actually kissing him! His eyes fluttered shut before he groaned softly and returned the favour.
And it was getting good. Really good. He had pressed Harry back against the wall and they were touching each other now, hands slipping into robes and hair and Harry was moaning softly and 'oh his mouth was so wet', when there was a pop. They both opened their eyes and suddenly flew apart with a crash and a thump.
