Knock First, Damn-It!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. The story, however, is my own, my preciousssss (LOTR rocks!).

A/N: uhh, hey, guys. so this chapter has been a long time coming. but, well, the reason this is soooooo brutally late is because last year senior year hit and well, i didn't have the strength to hit back. i was always busy- mostly for school- cause i was taking four ap classes and had tons of extra curriculars after school. so, i was swamped. but i've always said, if i start a story on here, i'll finish it. but, don't worry. it may take a while between some updates (since I just moved into college yesterday…I'm nervous!), and i apologize for that, but all my stories will be finished. i already have a few new stories in the works- including a sequel to You Had Me at Hello (yay!)- so you haven't quite gotten rid of me yet. on that note,here's chapter 10 of Knock First, Damn-it!, and I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 10- Hawaii, Speedos, and Draco…Oh My!

"Look, you, the contents of this single suitcase are probably worth more than you make in a year, okay? And I have ten of them. That's a hell of a lot of years. So you better be careful or so help me I'll-"

"I'm so sorry," Harry apologized to the frazzled baggage clerk. "C'mon, Draco," and he began to drag the blonde, who was still muttering about his hundred pound silk shirts, away. "Be careful. He means it," he mouthed to the clerk, and finally pulled Draco away from the baggage check.

"What are you doing, Leo? I have to protect my belongings! I refuse to leave them alone! They'll miss me! And that pimply, pre-pubescent muggle won't know how to comfort them. They need me…"

"Geez, it's a good thing you don't have a pet," Harry rolled his eyes, "The poor thing would be loved to death. Literally."

Draco snorted, "Well, pardon me for actually caring for the things I own, Mr. Misplaces-his-wand-at-least-once-a-day."

Harry scowled, "I'm just forgetful, all right? I put it down and then I never remember where…"

"Harry," Draco interrupted chidingly, "you're the only wizard alive who can do wandless magic. You could always just do a tracing spell. Besides, you technically don't even need the wand to begin with."

"I just feel safer having it with me, I guess. Anyway, how did we get on this subject again?" Harry looked confused.

Draco scratched his head, "You know, I don't really remember. But that does seem to happen quite a lot in this story, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, it does," Harry agreed, and they both stood there with speculative looks on their faces for a while.

"Flight 22A to Honolulu now boarding at Gate 2A. First class passengers please report there as soon as possible. Flight leaves in half an hour. Thank you."

"That's us," Harry said, picking up his carry-on bag and starting to walk in the direction of the A gates. He soon realized, however, that Draco wasn't following him, so he stopped and turned around. His husband was staring woefully at his own rather large bag (which was possibly exceeding the size limitations). Harry sighed and went to pick up the blonde's bag, and again started in the direction of their gate.

Draco skipped alongside him, "Thanks, Leo! I would've carried it myself, you know, but the truth is, I have no idea where we're going, so I thought it better that I focus all of my attention and energy on following you."

"Yes, dear, I understand," Harry humored him with no resistance. It was easier that way.

Draco ignored his monotonous tone and cried jovially, "A muggle flying machine! I wonder what it'll be like!"

Harry winced. He'd been slightly worried about taking Draco on an airplane, but it was their only option…sorta. Apparating across oceans was dangerous, especially with two people. And though Hermione had pointed out that he'd probably have no problem apparating them to Hawaii, Harry figured it was better to be safe than sorry. And plus, Draco needed to have experiences like this. So, here he was at an airport, with a wizard who'd been told (by Harry himself) that airplanes were nothing to worry about, ready to board a machine that scared a lot of muggles to death.

They reached the gate and Harry put the bags down. He pulled out the first-class tickets and handed them to the stewardess. She beamed at him, "Welcome to Roundabout Airlines. I hope you enjoy your flight and your stay on one of the most beautiful islands in the world!"

"Thank you very much, miss," Harry flashed her a charming smile and blushing, she handed him back the tickets. Harry once again picked up the baggage and walked through the gate, Draco hot on his heels.

"What was that all about, huh?" Draco complained, "She was practically undressing you with her eyes!"

Harry groaned, "Draco, love, we've been married for less than five hours and you're already becoming a nervous, overprotective husband?"

Draco's eyes narrowed, "If some chick threw herself at me, wouldn't you have the same reaction?"

Harry laughed as he showed the tickets to the steward at the final door, "No, I wouldn't. Not with the knowledge that you're as gay as the day you were born."

The steward gave them a funny look and handed Harry back the tickets, "Your plane is the first one on the left. Enjoy your flight."

Draco walked ahead haughtily, clearly pouting. Harry, muttering a silent prayer, closed his eyes and then hurried to catch up, "Look, Dray, I'm sorry. Please don't be angry. It's a beautiful day. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and we're going on our honeymoon. Please forgive me."

Draco had reached the base of the stairs to the airplane and the steward standing there. He turned slowly and said, "We need the tickets to board, Harry," and turned back around.

Harry sighed and, juggling the two bags, handed the man the tickets. He smiled, "Go right on ahead. Mary will show you to your seats."

They climbed the stairs and met a pretty blond woman at the top. "Hello, I'm Mary, and I'm one of the first class stewardesses on this flight. Let me show you to your seats. They're the best on the plane." They followed her through coach seating and walked through a black curtain. Draco stopped dead.

"Is this where we'll be sitting?" he asked breathlessly.

Harry smiled, "Yep." Mary showed them their seats and they declined refreshments for the time being. Draco sat immediately and watched Harry struggle to put the bags (mostly Draco's) into the overhead luggage compartment. He plopped down next to his husband after quite a valiant fight and looked at him questionably, "Are you still mad at me now?"

Draco gave him a critical look, "Well, these seats have cheered me up greatly, but…no, I'm still annoyed with you."

Harry was rubbing his neck dejectedly when he suddenly had an idea, "Would it make you feel better if I said that I'd fly into a jealous rage if a guy hit on you?"

Draco considered that for a moment. "Well…it'll do for now," he winked.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed back into his seat as the other first class passengers started to enter and find their seats. Draco settled back happily as well and took Harry's hand that had been lying between them. Harry smiled. It really was going to be all right now.

"Good morning. This is your captain speaking. The skies look clear so this should be an easy flight. We'll be taking off in five minutes so I ask that all carry-on luggage is secure and each passenger has his or her seatbelt fastened correctly."

Harry glanced up to make sure the luggage compartment's door was closed and then he strapped himself in. "Harry," Draco whined, "I can't buckle my seat-thingy. Brooms don't have them, you know."

Harry gave him an indulgent smile and leaned over to secure the blonde in his seat. As he clicked the seatbelt in place, he accidentally brushed over his husband's crotch. Draco squeaked and turned bright red. "Harry!" he whispered urgently, "not here!"

Harry rolled his eyes, "Obviously."

"But now that I think about it, is there anywhere on this contraption to do 'that'?"

Harry laughed, "What, planning on joining the mile-high club, love?"

Draco blinked, "What's a 'mile-high club'?" Harry started to answer when suddenly the engines roared to life. Draco tensed up instantly, "What's that?"

"Umm, the engines…"

"But they'll stop soon, right? I mean, we're not going to Hawaii on an 'earthquake mobile', but on an airplane, right? It'll stop once we're in the air, right? We're not gonna die, right?" Draco was becoming just slightly hysterical.

"Umm…"

"Harry Potter, you lied to me! You said that this was going to be, and I quote, 'A walk in the park'! Well, this ain't like no walk I've ever been on!"

People were starting to stare. Harry chuckled uneasily, "Draco, love, can we please stop drawing attention to ourselves? Remember, the less the better…"

"I don't care how much attention I'm attracting! This is horrib-" Suddenly, the plane lurched as it hit a pocket of turbulence. Draco screeched.

Harry took a deep breath, "Listen, Dray, it'll be fine, all right? Just calm down and hold my hand, okay?"

Draco's shoulders heaved as he tried to control his breathing and he slowly relaxed back into his seat, "You're right. I'll be fine. I can get used to it. I barely even feel the engines now and…" Draco made the mistake of looking out the window. "BLOODY HELL! How high up are we?"

Harry groaned and decided on honesty, "About six miles by now."

"Holy crap! These things go that high!?" Draco cried.

"Apparently," Harry mumbled.

"We're going to die," Draco said grimly.

By that point, everyone in first class was staring at the two wizards. Some older people were chuckling (remembering their first experiences flying on an airplane) and one woman in particular found it quite amusing. She had her hand over her mouth and her eyes were watering. She also happened to be sitting directly across from them.

And Draco, though still upset, was a Malfoy, after all. He turned towards her slowly, leaned over Harry, and fixed her with a cold look, "Do you mind?"

"Humph," and she turned back towards her husband.

Suddenly, the plane gave a startling lurch. Draco jumped and grabbed onto Harry. The brunette looked down at his husband, who was mumbling incoherently into his shirt as he clutched it, and smiled. He actually loved this side of Draco. He rubbed Draco's back gently and whispered sweet nothings in his ear while the plane continued to shake and shiver. Draco whimpered. Harry sighed.

"This is your captain speaking. Please do not panic, as we've only hit a slight bit of turbulence. We should be fine in a few minutes time."

"A FEW MINUTES?" Draco shouted, "That's like a year in flobberworm, you know!"

Harry chuckled uneasily. "Sweetheart," he muttered warningly into the blonde's ear, "Muggles don't know what flobberworms are, remember."

Draco paled considerably. "Harry," he whispered in a strained voice, "what if I never get to see a flobberworm again? I actually liked them, you know. I used to give them AAAAHHHHH (a rather large tremor had just shaken the plane)…I-I-I used to give them names, you see. I had one named Gary and another named Eric and then there was Cindy and…" Draco's voice was growing steadily higher as he continued to speak.

Harry grasped his shoulders tightly, "Draco, love, look at me. Look at me," he commanded. Draco raised his wet eyes to meet Harry's. "Are you really that scared?" Harry questioned softly. Draco nodded his head. Harry sighed, "But, sweetheart, you're a wizard," he whispered the last word, "You've done loads of dangerous stuff. This is something normal muggles do all the time."

"B-But," Draco stuttered, "I'm not familiar with it. And it scares me."

Harry couldn't help the small smile that spread across his face. "You've changed so much, you know that? Not only are you willing to admit your feelings now, but you also don't mind crying in front of me. Do you know how much that means to me?" Draco sniffed and nodded his head. Harry brushed a strand of the hair he loved so much out of his husband's eye, "I love you, Draco. And I promise I won't let anything happen to you," he murmured, hugging him tightly. "And," Harry added almost inaudibly next to his ear, "if worst comes to worst, I'll just apparate us straight to Hawaii."

"But," Draco gasped, "isn't that dangerous? Isn't that the very reason we're riding in this death machine?"

Harry's shoulders slumped with guilt, "Well, yes, it is dangerous. For normal wizards. But, not to toot my own horn-"

"You're stronger than Merlin," Draco supplied flatly.

"Well…yeah. So…I could have apparated us there with pretty much no trouble. And even if I still hadn't wanted to risk it," he ploughed on bravely, "we could have taken the Knight Ship out of London and been to Honolulu in about ten minutes. But I wanted our honeymoon to be perfect, so I thought the customary trip to get to our destination was a good idea. At the time," he finished dejectedly.

Draco rubbed his eyes and refused to meet Harry's own green orbs, "You messed up big time, Leo. But," he heaved a large sigh, "I'm not mad at you. I understand why you did what you did. And it makes me love you all the more."

Harry perked up, "You mean you're not angry with me? Wow, I bet that's a twist the readers were never expecting."

Draco nodded solemnly. Another sharp vibration overtook the plane and Draco again buried his head in Harry's shirt. Harry patted his head, "Do you want to go wash your face in the bathroom to help calm yourself down?" Draco nodded. "Do you want me to come with you?" Draco nodded again, so Harry got up and walked towards the washroom, the blonde right behind him. He opened the thin door and cocked his head toward it, "After you."

The door slid shut just as Mary, the stewardess, said, "Sirs, there's not enough room for both of…"

"Damn, it's cramped in here," Harry muttered after the door clicked shut behind them. He looked at Draco, whose back was against the wall and legs were straddling the toilet. "Okay, let's get that face washed and get out of here before we die from lack of oxygen." He reached towards the faucet while grabbing a paper towel. He turned the cold tap on and ran the paper towel under it. The problem was, this forced him to pretty much press his entire body against Draco's. Draco shuddered. "Don't worry, love, it'll be fine," he soothed, starting to wipe Draco's face.

"It's not…that," Draco mumbled. All of a sudden, the plane hit another particularly nasty pocket of turbulence and Harry was pitched forward into Draco. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Dray! I'll-"

"Harry," Draco said in a low voice, "I think I know what will make me feel better…"

"Huh? That's great! What is-" Harry gasped as Draco thrust his hips up into Harry's. He was rock hard. "Oh…oh! Draco, we can't! Not up here, not in here! People will hear!"

"You're a wizard, Harry. Cast a silencing charm."

"But what if someone needs to use the toilet…?"

"Please," he traced a finer down Harry's chest and looked up at him through hooded eyes, "For me?"

Harry gulped; he seemed to be lost in an inner conflict. Draco stared at him intently, until…"Fine! All right already. You win."

Draco smiled smugly, all traces of his earlier fear and anxiety gone for the moment, "I knew you'd co-" He gasped as Harry grabbed him roughly and crushed their lips together. "Oh, god," Draco groaned, as Harry trailed a hot hand down to the zipper on the blonde's pants. When Harry undid them without pretense and started to push the jeans down, Draco interjected shakily, "What is this? Marathon sex?"

"Yes and no," Harry responded hoarsely, "Yes, because I want to get this done as quickly as possible, so we don't hold anyone up, and no, because for some inexplicable reason, I'm ridiculously turned on all of a sudden."

He pushed Draco's boxers down as the blonde shivered, and nudged him further back against the wall. Harry smiled seductively and picked Draco up, while Draco threw his head back and sighed, "I knew you'd come around."

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"Well, that was enlightening," Draco said smugly as he settled back into his seat with only a slight wince.

Ignoring all the weird looks and knowing glances being thrown their way, Harry sat down as well, "How so?"

"Now we know that limited space is no obstacle," he smirked.

Harry rolled his eyes, "You're unbelievable."

"Don't I know it?" Draco grinned.

"Well," Harry reasoned, "You at least seem to be in a better mood now."

"Yeah, I'm just peachy now that all that turbulence stuff has stopped." And indeed it had: shortly after they'd barricaded themselves (only for half an hour) in the washroom, ironically enough.

"Well, I'm just glad you're happier now. When you're happy, I'm happy." Harry wrinkled his nose in disgust even as he heard the words coming out of his mouth.

"Oh, Leo, I love when you go all sappy on me!" Draco cooed, pinching Harry's cheek. After much bantering and laughing later, they sat snuggled together quietly, beyond caring what the other first class passengers thought of them. Just as Draco was letting out a sigh of contentment…

"This is your captain speaking. It seems a pretty bad storm has sprung up suddenly in front of us, so prepare for a bumpy ride pretty much all the way to our destination. I advise that you fasten your seatbelts."

Harry and Draco looked at each other. Harry slowly started to stand up, and with a glance towards the bathroom door, he smirked and said, "After you."

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"Welcome to Honolulu, Hawaii!" a beautiful girl wearing only a grass skirt and a coconut bra cried jovially as she threw a white lei around Draco's neck.

Draco, the first one off the plane, smiled brightly, "Thank you so much! I'm so happy to be here!" Harry, the second person off, rolled his eyes. After the fight Draco had put up to get off the plane first (mostly throwing elbows and kicking shins), it amazed Harry that Draco could be so honestly joyful. Then again, it was Draco.

The girl looked past Draco and smiled coyly at Harry, "You're so handsome! I'm sure you'll enjoy your stay." She took longer placing the lei around his neck than was necessary.

Harry rubbed his neck, "Thanks…I think."

"Oh, you're British too! I love those accents. That will score you even more points with the women here!" the girl gushed. Draco scowled.

Harry glanced behind him at the other passengers, who were quickly growing impatient, and hastily jumped the last few steps. He looked uneasily at the native girl and began walking towards the glowering Draco. "Hey!" the girl shouted, "want my phone number?"

That was the last straw for Draco, apparently. He marched right up to Harry, grabbed his hand, and glared daggers at the girl, "For your information, Harry here is my husband. Hus-band. Which means he's gayer than a tranny at a Cher show. He shoves his dick up my arse every night and sometimes during the day. As a matter of fact, just now on the-"

Harry slapped a hand over the blonde's mouth. Smiling apologetically and starting to drag Draco and their two bags away, he said cheerfully, "True, every last word. And he's loads better looking than you, anyway. Cheers." And they walked away quickly, leaving forty stunned passengers and a fuming greeter in their wake.

"Welcome to Hawaii, indeed," Draco muttered indignantly as he struggled out of Harry's grasp and began to straighten his rumpled clothing.

Harry juggled the bags to get a better grip and followed after his obviously seething husband. "Look, sweetheart, I'm not quite sure what happened back there, but if I did something, I'm sorry…"

Draco stopped short and spun around, "It's not your fault you're bloody gorgeous and charming."

Harry furrowed his brows, "Umm…okay? Then why are you mad?"

Draco scowled, "Because the girls always hit on you! What about me?"

Harry stared at him for a few seconds and then burst out laughing. Draco scowled harder. Chuckling desperately, Harry choked out, "Why do you care? You're gay!"

Draco blinked and shifted uncomfortably, "Well, it's just that…I don't want to date them or anything, obviously, but it would just be nice to be noticed and admired for once, you know?"

Harry's eyes bugged out, "Are you kidding me? Do you know how many times I've had to like, fight a guy to keep him off you?"

"Of course I do! I'm a very desirable man."

Harry choked, "But you just said…"

Draco scoffed, "I know I'm a hot gay guy. But what about the girls? Why won't they hit on me?"

"Well," Harry weighed his words very carefully, "sweetheart, there may be a reason for that. There may be, mind you. You see, love, most women like a very…uhh…firm face. Something very masculine and, umm, manly." Harry was grasping desperately at straws, "And you, Dray, have a softer, prettier face. You're the beautiful to my, ehh, handsome." That was the first time Harry had ever admitted to his own attractiveness.

"Are you saying that the reason girls don't like me is because I look like one?" Draco shouted, looking scandalized.

"No!" Harry cried, "That's…that's not what I meant!"

Draco sneered, "Yes, it was."

Harry's eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights, "Uhh…okay." He sighed in defeat, "You do have a pretty face, and sometimes it seems a little more feminine than masculine. But you do not, I repeat do not, look like a girl. You're all man," Harry grabbed him, "and that's just the way I want you." He kissed Draco hard.

A throat cleared behind them and they broke apart guiltily. "Do you mind?" an old woman asked huffily. Draco opened his mouth to respond, but Harry grabbed his arm and steered him away.

They walked in silence a bit, reached the baggage carousel, and waited for their bags with Harry's arm securely around Draco's waist. The peace was broken however when Draco's first suitcase chugged into sight. "Oh, my baby!" Draco cried and threw himself at the bag.

As he watched Draco become reacquainted with his luggage, Harry gave a pained smile. One thing was for sure: this wasn't going to be just any honeymoon.

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The little bell above the door tinkled as Harry and Draco entered the surf shop. They'd been on the island for a day, and so far there'd been no mishaps. They'd checked into their hotel (the ritziest on the island), settled into their gorgeous room (Draco's "Holy hell!" just about covered it), and relaxed around the pool. And today, Harry had been coerced into going shopping, which was why they were now standing in the Ron Jon Surf Shop.

"Wow!" Draco breathed, "Look at all those swimsuits!"

"Yeah," Harry agreed unenthusiastically, "look at all those swimsuits."

Draco looked at Harry and grinned, "Aww, c'mon, Leo. You told me you wouldn't complain if I wanted to go shopping!"

"Who's complaining?" Harry asked innocently.

Draco rolled his eyes and dragged Harry over to a rack of speedos, "Pick a few," he ordered.

Harry blinked, "What now?"

Draco sighed exasperatedly. "Pick a few to try on," he prodded.

Harry looked at the speedos and his eyes grew wide, "SPEEDOS!? ME? ME IN A SPEEDO? HELL NO!"

"Why not?" Draco asked coyly, "it would look so good on you, Leo…"

"B-But…" Harry sputtered, "I-I…"

Draco sighed, "Look, love, I don't understand you. Through the years we were dating, you became much more confident in your body. Your fashion sense has improved greatly, thanks in large part to moi, and you've become more adventurous in what you'll wear. Yet, you still hate shopping, and you won't let me dress you! Don't you appreciate the fact that you're husband is the divo of the century?"

"Umm…" Harry looked uncertain.

Draco's eyes roamed the store wildly and lit up when they landed on a sales clerk who'd been eyeing them with amusement. He marched up to the young man and grabbed his arm. "You! Don't you think that bloke over there would look killer in a speedo?" the blonde demanded.

The man's eyes wandered all over Harry's body and he grinned, "Hell yes."

Draco smirked, "You see, Leo? Even the yokels think so."

"Hey!" the man cried indignantly, "Who're you calling a yokel?"

Draco sneered, "Fine, a yuppie then. You're obviously not a native Hawaiian," he said bluntly, eyeing the messy blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, and deeply tanned skin.

The guy shrugged, "So I'm from California. Sue me. What does that have to do with Mr. Hottie over there trying on some speedos?"

"Mr. Hottie?" Harry questioned weakly, looking at the slowly reddening blonde, "Draco…"

"Though," the guy continued, "I'd also really like to see you in some of them as well…sir." He smiled sexily at Draco.

"Now wait just one minute!" Harry growled.

"Hush, Leo. Let the man speak," Draco gave the other blonde a winsome smile.

Harry snorted and mumbled under his breath, "Of course, soon as it's you…"

While Draco chatted away happily with the clearly smitten clerk, Harry restrained the impulse to punch the man and instead browsed around the store for a while. He'd selected a few pairs of swim trunks to try on and was just walking over to the dressing rooms when he saw the blonde tug on a piece of Draco's hair. Rubbing his neck distractedly, he decided it was time to break up his husband's little party, "Draco, love, I've chosen a few things I want to try on."

Draco looked over at him, "Well, go on then."

"But," Harry smiled wickedly, "I need you to help me with them."

In two seconds flat, Draco was past Harry with the swim shorts over his arm and heading for the dressing room. Harry sighed contentedly at the wizard's predictability. He started to follow him when he saw the store clerk checking out his husband's ass. Making a detour, he walked right up to the guy, grabbed his chin, and hissed menacingly, "Draco's ass is mine. Stay away from him, or so help me, all your innards will turn into your outtards." And he stalked away after his ass.

As soon as he walked into the dressing room, Draco attacked him, "I was wondering how long it'd take you to put that guy in his place, Harry."

"Huh? I though you wanted to flirt with him!?"

Draco snorted, "As if. I just wanted my big, strong hubby to protect me from him."

Harry rolled his eyes, "How could anyone have possibly figured that out? It's completely mental. When will I understand you?"

"Never," Draco winked saucily.

"You know what we can do now to annoy that store clerk?" Harry asked as he started to unbutton his shorts.

"What?" Draco asked breathily.

"Make lots of noise," Harry whispered into his ear huskily. Draco grinned.

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Two hours later, Harry and Draco walked into their hotel room still laughing. The look on the kid's face when they'd come back from the dressing room had been priceless. Also, among other news, Draco had "convinced" Harry (mostly with his tongue) to buy one speedo.

Harry collapsed on the couch, happily exhausted, and closed his eyes, while Draco walked into the bedroom to put away their bags. Harry fell into a deep sleep almost instantly, so he missed the small yelp that came suddenly from the other room.

About half an hour later, he woke up abruptly. Stretching like a cat, he went in search of Draco, who was nowhere in sight. "Draco?" he half yawned, half yelled as he entered the bedroom.

"Yes?" an icy voice responded from the floor.

Harry looked down. "Draco!? What are you doing lying down there? You shouldn't have let me fall asleep! We'll miss our dinner reservations!" and when Draco made no response, Harry snapped, "Well?"

"I've fallen and I can't get up, you moron," Draco growled.

Harry blinked. Oops.

To be continued…

A/N: i apologize for any of Draco's comments that might have offended someone. he's an ass, obviously...haha. also, a big thank you to Paranormal Medicine who left an amazing comment a few months ago that sparked me to start writing again! though, all your comments are amazing! next part will be up soon, i swear. until then, please review to let me know there are people who still care! and please forgive me for the long delay again…Knock First, Damnit is back, baby! until next time…that's all folks!

Preview of A Dish Best Served Cold

"I will tell you because I know you'll understand and help me. But," Draco's eyes started to tear, "it's horrible and degrading and-"

"Utterly boring," an all-too-familiar voice chimed in.

"I agree. Their weepy, fluffy act is really quite tedious."

"I know. If they keep it up much longer, all their readers will abandon them!"

"And we all know how troublesome that would be, because then what would we do with them?"

"I shudder to even think of it."

"Really, you two, you've gotta pull yourselves together!"

"Get your acts in gear!"

Harry and Draco just stared at the men before them. Finally, Harry managed to burst out with, "What are you two doing here?"

Chapter 11 Coming Soon to a Computer Screen Near You!