Alrighty. So here we go with chapter ten! It's rather short and erratic, but I'm guessing you'll like it anyways.
Because, really, do you expect anything else from me after this long?
Didn't think so.
I'ma put an update in here just cause I got it into my head that you guys actually care about my personal life: September was a horrible month for me - I lost my daddy. Well, the person I considered my daddy. He had a stroke and passed away which really kinda blew a hole in the first weeks of my new college life. Anyways, it's important to me because he was gay. My love for him kind of opened my mind when before I didn't agree with homosexuality, I now embrace it, enthusiastically lol. So he impacted my fanfic a lot. I decided that most everyone in my story was going to be gay because in real life, people are and I think sometimes when you aren't exposed to it, it can be shocking. I started out wanting to make a statement and I think I do despite the craziness of this fic (after all pretty much every character in here is) So I just thought you guys should know.
And also, despite all that, college is going pretty alright. I work two jobs and always have a buttload of homework, but I manage. And Huxley (which is what I've named my new laptop) makes it so much easier. I was going to name him after George Orwell, who I adore ten times over Aldous Huxley, but Brave New World was a bit more high-tec and futuristic-y than 1984 so I went with it.
Anyways, onward!
Heres to my larger-than-life reviewer peeps!
fattoad: Hehe thanks once again, I happily accept your fanatically fantastic reviews. Seriously.
Dreamsofdragons: Thanks ever so much, college is going great. So far. You were lucky lol now that I finally have a laptop I can't imagine how I was getting on without one. Thanks for your review!
Euge: Sorry but your username is just too confusing to type out lol. I am attending college at the ever so wonderful University of Science and Arts of Oklahoma. It's seriously amazing. Thanks for the review!
Iri: I'm so glad I could cheer you up. And I know exactly what you mean by depressing and happy. I'm sorry that the name change was not desired by you, honestly I've hated the names from the beginning, the only reason I had them was because I could not for the life of me think of anything else. I'm not sure how much of an upgrade the new names are on that but I find them more aesthetically pleasing. Anyways, thanks sooo much for your review, it just tickles me to hear that people actually remember things from my story - great stuff!
One: It was sad. I felt so miserable while I was unable to keep updating my fic and my deviantart things. I think the wait was worth it though. Huxley (my laptop) is the most awesome thing I could've asked for...now if I could just get a car everything'll be set. I know what you mean about blowing your money, I've had to excersise some serious self-control to keep from spending it all, every dime. I'm glad September was a good month for you, it was the worst in my life for me, but that's life I spose. Thanks
Nala: That's hilarious, the same thing happened to me lol It's nice that you asked permission but the saying is not mine to give. That particular phrase came off an episode of Sister Sister. I often put things in my fic that I get from television and other sources, I usually do try to give credit though. Thanks so much
Akila: Lol I love my reviewers so far. This is a good trade.
Nala(again): umm... after reading your most recent review I think there's a confusion. This is me talking and I'm replying to your review lol. Though that did give me an excellent idea for a chappie...
And as always special thanks to 00 kouga's true love Restricted-Souls24 Grb Hanan Nala 6 aka-Tater Salad 9 da9877 Akila Aingeal 00 for adding me to their FavStory/Author Alerts
Chapter Ten: House Elves and Intimates
Enjoy!
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Harry awoke happy. He was comfortable and dozing next to an extremely soft and warm body which smelled like vanilla and spices. He did not want to face the faint sunlight that lit his face. All he wanted to do was relax, let the cool breeze blow through his hair, and snuggle closer to the body next to him.
Unfortunately, said body had different ideas. " Harry." Draco chanted softly. " Harry, you need to wake up. Breakfast is in an hour and I daresay you need to wake up before your dormmates, so that you don't have to give any um...explanations."
Harry's eyes fluttered open. Draco was right. " But I don't wanna." he whined.
" You're so cute when you pout like that." Draco said.
" I am not cute. I am Harry fucking Potter, savior of the wizarding world, defeater of Voldemort, and Gryffindor Golden Boy. I am a Sex God I am not cute, I am dead sexy and hot." Harry said in a childish voice.
Draco laughed. " Oh please Potter. I am Slytherin Ice Prince of Darkness, rumoured to have been in league with Voldemort, I not you, am Hogwarts Sex God , I'm damn rich and I am more sexy than anyone on the face of this planet."
Harry 'harrumphed'
Draco chuckled. "Now get up and get to your dormitory." Draco vanished the pallet and the remains of their picnic the night before.
"Draco that was just mean!"
"They don't call me Slytherin Ice Prince of Darkness for nothing." he stated.
" Well that was still mean."
" Look at this face, does this look like my caring face?"
" Thats mature"
" This comes from the guy who watches cartoons!"
" You like them too!"
"So"
"So"
" So, I'm allowed to like them, I'm not part muggle."
" I'm sorry, I don't speak monkey."
" Potter, you're nuts."
"You're right they are my nuts and I like it that way!"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Go to your dorm."
"Make me."
Draco stood up and brought Harry to his feet. He put his arms around his shoulders and brought his face close to Harry's. " I can make you in ways you'll never comprehend Potter." he said, breathing across Harry's lips.
Harry shivered. Draco smiled and walked towards the exit. "I'd like it if we remained a secret for now. I'm not sure if you or I am ready to come out of the proverbial broom closet yet." And with that, he slowly stepped down the trap door on his way back to the Slytherin common room.
Harry crossed his arms and stood there for a little while longer. Then finally, knowing it was the best thing to do grabbed his things and trudged slowly back to Gryffindor house thinking all the while of ways to make a certain Slytherin blonde go crazy...
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Hermione was again, in the library looking for a certain book for her Transfiguration homework. She was about to reach for a dusty volume, when a certain hand reached to grab the same one. She pulled her hand away startled then looked at the culprit.
Pansy Parkinson stood there smiling back at her. "Um...you can have it. I've already read it, I was just going to look up a term..."
"No, no thats alright I've read it as well I was just going to look up a certain wand movement for my homework."
"What spell is it?"
"The Wisconotious spell. I can't remember if its swish, flick, prod, or swish, flick, tilt." Hermione's forehead creased in thought.
" Swish, flick, tilt." Pansy said.
" Wow thanks." said Hermione, smiling
"Are you still working on your Transfiguration essay?"
"Yes, are you?"
"Yes" said Pansy.
" Well, would you like to join me, I always say two heads are better than one." Hermione said, gesturing towards her favorite table.
"Delighted." said Pansy, sitting down across from her.
"Now the main thing I think you should remember about this spell, is that..." Hermione went on.
Pansy already knew what she was talking about anyways, she decided to spend her time staring at Hermione...
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Blaise was pouting. Again. " He won't even let me look at him!" he said, muttering to himself.
He was in the library, researching muggle diseases when he bumped into someone. " Oh..Sorry." said Seamus Finnigan, turning to leave. He turned back around. "Um, have you by any chance seen Harry Potter?" he asked innocently. Too innocently.
" No, I haven't." Blaise said and walked away from the disappointed looking Gryffindor. He was turning to go down another aisle when he spotted Pansy chatting with none other than Hermione Granger.
"Oh my gosh!" he said, ducking behind a shelf. "Pansy? Chatting with Granger? I don't believe this..."
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A knock sounded on Big M's door. "Come in." she called.
It opened and Madame Pince entered, looking excited.
"Oh, Pincey! I was just sitting down to tea. Would you like to join me?" Big M gestured to the chair next to her.
"Of course." Pince conjured a tea cup, poured herself some tea and took a sip. After a few moments of relaxed silence, she spoke up "So tonight's the big night huh? We're going to put our plan into action?"
"Yes" Big M nodded, sipping tea.
"I can't wait."
"Me either." Big M agreed.
"Did we get everything worked out? Is it all perfect?" Pince asked, an anxious expression on her face.
"Certainly. We are the cleverest witches in this school after all, the plan should go smoothly."
"I dunno about cleverest, I think Miss Granger may have us beat." Pince said proudly.
"I'm not sure but you're right, she can definitely hold her galleons to us." Big M said, also proudly.
"You know the strangest thing," Pince began, frowning, "She's been spending a lot of time in the library with that Parkinson twit lately"
"I thought they hated each other." Big M frowned.
"As did I..." Pince trailed off.
Big M shrugged "I guess people can develop the weirdest behaviors."
"Yeah, being attracted to others completely different from them. It's so odd." Pince added.
"I for one am glad that description does not fit me." Big M concluded.
"Me too." Pince added, "Me too..."
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"Damn you Potter and your damn sexiness!" The man shouted, pacing his room yet again. "Why do you have to be on my mind twenty four hours a day?"
" Is it the way you look angry, right before I take away house points? Or the way your face sneers in disgust when you look at me? Or the way your eyes glint malevolently, when you think you've just gotten away with passing notes?"
He sipped his drink. "Ahh." he sighed. "Yep, sometimes, I let you get away with things, just to see that look in your eyes. I want those eyes, looking up at me, with longing, with need, and with...love? No! Not love! Lust. Yes, I want those eyes begging for me."
'How can I get him to shag me?' the man thought, tapping his chin. ' Or better yet, how can I get him to where I'm able to shag him whether he wants me to or not?'
" I know! I'll brew a potion." he said, smiling. "Yes, a potion. And then Potter will be mine. Forever."
"Muahahahahahaha!" he laughed maniacally, his evil laughter ringing through the dungeons.
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"Damn it! This has to work!" Lucius Malfoy yelled in a rage, slamming his fist down on the table he was working at. His plans had more than a few kinks. "Why can't I get this figured out?" He said to himself.
Of course, his wife wasn't helping matters. Narcissa Malfoy was currently busy tying her undergarments to all of the house elves' heads. She was also putting up Christmas decorations, in the middle of September.
"Cissie darling, you mind telling me why you tied your underwear to all of our house elves' heads?" Lucius asked, trying to keep his voice calm. He was lucky that due to his evilness, and a certain example set by the freaking Gryffindor he was currently plotting against, he had made it to where his house elves could no longer quit, ever. Not even when presented with clothes.
" Because, dear their poor heads aren't getting enough oxygen!" Narcissa chittered at him, as if he should expect it.
"Right...well...I'm just going to go lay down in a hole and die. So if you need me, just call me on my cell, or better yet, just don't call me."
" Ok Fred, but you know what Scooby says about ghosts, they can be dangerous so don't play with fire ok? Have fun on your vacation!" Narcissa said, and with that turned around to hang up more garland on the wall.
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Neville was depressed.
Ron was depressed.
Neville and Ron were both depressed.
Neville said to Ron "You want a soda?"
Ron said to Neville " No way."
Neville gulped down a diet Dr.Pepper and sighed. " Life sucks."
"Tell me about it." said Ron.
Just then, Colin Creevery came up and handed them each a lime green flyer.
"Whats this?" Ron asked.
"It's a thing." said Neville.
"Join our group" said Colin and rushed off.
"I'm joining." said Neville.
"I'm not." said Ron.
Neville is still depressed.
Ron is still depressed.
Neville and Ron are still depressed.
But Neville's in the Harry Potter Support Group!
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Was that lame?
Was it pointless?
More importantly, do I care?
Probably not. But you're free to tell me how you feel anyways. Reviews are much appreciated. And flames keep me on my toes. So you know what to do.
Chapter Eleven should be up in a day or two.
Blessed Be!
TOMMY DALE GRACE
September 12th, 2008
they can't hold a candle to you, daddy, not one of em.