Story title: Next time don't look down!
Author: RandomBabbling
Chapter: 10. 'Marmite. Love it or hate it?'
Rating: PG-13 for mild cussing and some sweet sweet Slash!
Homophobes, turn round and head for the door, if you don't like it don't read it! *glares*
Plot: Harry challenges Draco to a race. Draco falls off his broom. Slash is beginning to creep into the plot, and how are our two yummy boys going to get out of this one?
Pairings: Harry/Draco (YAY 4 HP/DM!)
*A/N* I don't own them so don't sue! If ya even try, I'll hex you, ya muggle!
This chapter is dedicated to Greeneyes-Blackleather (again). I wish you didn't have to finish your 'Ask Draco', but it had to end sometime, and I'm glad he's free now....
See ya at the party! *wink wink*
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Chapter 10: Marmite. Love it or hate it?
"Draco, listen to me." Harry said softly, resting a hand on Draco's muddy shoulder, "Nobody has to know you kissed me. Hell, I've known I was gay for months now, and I haven't told anybody about that! I mean, why should I have to tell anyone? It's not like Ron HAS to tell everyone just because he's straight."
Draco looked up. "You're gay?"
"Well why do you think I kissed you back?"
He sat up, looking stunned. "I forgot about that."
Harry smiled, and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist. "No one has to know."
The blonde/brown Slytherin sighed, and carefully laid his head on Harry's shoulder. "Sounds good to me."
"Good, now shut up and kiss me again."
***
Draco smiled. A real smile this time, and gently planted a soft tender kiss on Harry's lips, making it last only a few moments before pulling back.
"Thankyou." He whispered.
"What for?"
"Everything. For not letting me fall, for saving me from that spider, everything."
Harry smiled. "It doesn't matter."
"Yes it does. You would have said it."
"Yeah, well you're not me."
"I know, that's a big part of my charm."
"Oh shuddup."
"Make me."
Harry paused, then grinned again. "Wasn't this how the whole thing started?"
"No."
"Oh...OK, must have got confused...."
***
Once the two wizards finally realised that they were supposed to be trying to get back to Hogwarts, they reluctantly stopped their oh-so-cute kissing and cuddling, and tried to remember which way was West, which soon caused another argument, leading to Harry being slapped several times by a severely annoyed Draco, before he realised that Harry was, actually, right, and reluctantly apoligised.
Yes, I know I'm not going into enough detail, but come on people, I need to get this chapter finished by 10:00pm, and it's 9:35pm now...
What? Oh fine, I'll tell the story properly.....
*Ahem*
"Are you sure this is the right way, Harry?" Draco asked, again.
"Yes, Draco, I'm sure." He replied, again.
He stopped, and pointed up at the sky. "Look, there's Sirius, the Dog Star, there on the left, see."
Draco looked up, squinting a little. "Where?"
"There!"
"I can't see it."
Harry sighed, "It doesn't matter, I know which one it is."
Draco gave Harry a kiss on his cheek, "You better, 'cause there's NO WAY I'm staying in this awful place for the rest of my life."
Harry pouted, "What? Not even if *I* was with you?"
"Not even if you paid me."
"Well you don't have to worry about that, because we'll be out of here by morning, or at least midnight." Harry answered, turning back, "Am I going too fast?"
He let Draco catch up with him, and wrapped his arm around Draco's waist to steady him.
"I'm OK, Harry, seriously." Draco complained, "I can still walk, I still have at least a tiny shred of dignity left to cling to while I'm still standing."
"I'm only trying to make it easier for you, Drake." Harry answered affectionately, "I don't want you to be in any more pain than you have to be."
"Oh stop being so sentimental. I've coped in worse situations than this."
"Such as?"
"You really don't want to know, trust me."
"OK."
If there was one thing he'd learnt from his time with Draco, it was that if he said you didn't want to know, then you really, REALLY didn't want to know.
Harry decided to change the subject. Unlike Draco, who was used to being alone most of the time, Harry couldn't stand silence if there were other people around.
"So, seeing as I'm technically your boyfriend now..." He paused to kiss Draco lightly on the side of his neck, "I guess it's fair that I know a little more about you."
He thought for a moment, still walking, before plucking a question at random.
"What Quidditch team do you support? Out of school, I mean."
Draco pondered the question for a moment, then answered; "I've supported The Kenmare Kestrels since I was nine, but father still thinks I like the Holyhead Harpies, like he does. Ignorant bugger."
"What?"
Draco shrugged. "He's a git, Harry, he really is. I can't stand him."
"You're serious?"
"Yes, is that so hard to believe?"
"But he's your father! And you hardly ever stop talking about him!"
Draco stopped and glared at Harry, "Well he IS very high up in the Ministry, and not everyone around hates him as much as I do so it's benifical to me to at least pretend I have some respect for the bastard."
Harry blinked. "Makes sense."
"Damn right it does, plus the fact that if he knew I couldn't stand him he'd waste no time in hexing me halfway to hell."
Harry laughed, then realised from the serious expression on Draco's face that he wasn't joking. This was getting weirder by the minute.
"Wow... Draco? Do you think maybe I've stepped into an alternate universe?"
"Not at all."
"OK. If you're sure."
"Positive, now keep walking."
"Yes, sir."
***
After walking for another hour or so, exchanging useless information about themselves such as how they like their toast done and whether they love or hate Marmite on it, they stopped for a rest. (Incidentally, Harry loved it and Draco liked it but only enough to make the butter go a little brownish, just in case you'd like to know.)
Harry leant against the trunk of a large Oak tree, and sighed. "Shit, I'm bloody tired."
"Me too."
Draco limped over to Harry and sat awkwardly beside him, hissing in pain as his leg knocked against one of the knarled roots.
"Does it feel any better yet?" Harry asked him.
"No, it feels like someone's using it as a pincushion!" He muttered, "But I can walk on it OK with the branch, so I think I'll be able to get back to Hogwarts without fainting from utter exhaustion. How about you?"
"I feel fine, actually, apart from some bruises and a few cuts. Although my back hurts a little. I think Dumbledore must have put some sort of protection spell on me or something and that's why I'm not hurt."
"Ah...That would explain it." Draco replied in a rather distant tone.
"What?"
"Nothing. It's just...It's weird. You survived the killing curse before you could even talk! You've escaped from You-know-who countless times, yet you still get all this protection and stuff, and all the rest of us - who probably haven't even got whatever it is that lets you get away with all that - get nothing."
Harry just shrugged. "I wondered about that. I really don't know why everyone seems to be so crazy about keeping me alive, to be honest. I would have thought I could handle myself seeing as I'm still alive so far."
"Isn't that what I just said?"
"Not really....I guess I'm too tired to think about what's coming out of my mouth."
"I know the feeling."
Draco shivered. The rain had stopped at last, but the temperature had dropped even lower. He felt like he'd just spent an hour in a bath full of icecubes.
"If it wasn't for the cold I think I'd fall asleep right here." He added.
He waited for Harry to answer, but all that came in reply was a dull snoring sound.
Draco leaned over and shook his partner roughly by the shoulder.
"Wake up, you scar-faced idiot." He demanded, "It'd be suicide to fall asleep in this hellhole! If those things come back don't expect me to stick around after you!"
Harry opened one brilliant green eye and gazed lazily at Draco. "Scaredy-cat."
Draco snorted. "I'd rather be a coward who still posseses all his natural limbs than be a brave thrill-junkie who can only count to five on his fingers and toes."
Harry opened both eyes and wrapped his arms around Draco's shoulders. "You're such a Malfoy."
"Oh, Potter, I think you just mortally wounded my ego."
There's that Draco Sarcasm again. Don't you love it?
"Really? It'd be a big improvment."
"You're absolutely insufferable, has anyone told you that?"
"Irresistable, you mean."
"When you look at me like that, of course."
They kissed briefly, losing themselves in each others arms for a moment, taking a few precious minutes to pretend they were somewhere else, somewhere where nothing and no one could get to them, where all that mattered was here and now and the fact that someone, finally, loved them.
~TBC~
Aaaaawwww.....
Dammit, this is really getting to me! I think I'm lost...They should have got to Hogwarts by now! *consults map of the forest*
Ooohhhh, it's upsidedown! *turns map around* OK, we'll be there in no time...I think.
Hang on...This is a map of the London Underground! *glares* Never trust those dodgy map sellers....*calls lawyer*
Ah....Now for some thankyous and stuff.....
Trephinia Cealyn, I wasn't suggesting Blaise looks bad....Just that he's not Drakkie's type. And yes, in this 'fic HE is a GUY. But thanx for the review! *winks*
the-princess-bard; Thanks for the idea, I'll give it a go! Hey, I got no other ideas....
mandraco - Hey, a review is a review whether it sucks or not! And that one didn't anyway...The fact that you even reviewed is good enough for me!
withset - Great! I wasn't planning on a Prefect's Bathroom scene, but now I am! And yes, Harry will wash Drakkie's hair...*giggles in cute chibi happiness*
Snuffy5 - Ummm....Thanx....I think....
Wow....This is kinda fun....I'll try this everytime if you have anything of relative importance to say...I can't say hi to everyone...
Shit, that sounded soooooooo inflated-ego!Draco.....
Author: RandomBabbling
Chapter: 10. 'Marmite. Love it or hate it?'
Rating: PG-13 for mild cussing and some sweet sweet Slash!
Homophobes, turn round and head for the door, if you don't like it don't read it! *glares*
Plot: Harry challenges Draco to a race. Draco falls off his broom. Slash is beginning to creep into the plot, and how are our two yummy boys going to get out of this one?
Pairings: Harry/Draco (YAY 4 HP/DM!)
*A/N* I don't own them so don't sue! If ya even try, I'll hex you, ya muggle!
This chapter is dedicated to Greeneyes-Blackleather (again). I wish you didn't have to finish your 'Ask Draco', but it had to end sometime, and I'm glad he's free now....
See ya at the party! *wink wink*
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Chapter 10: Marmite. Love it or hate it?
"Draco, listen to me." Harry said softly, resting a hand on Draco's muddy shoulder, "Nobody has to know you kissed me. Hell, I've known I was gay for months now, and I haven't told anybody about that! I mean, why should I have to tell anyone? It's not like Ron HAS to tell everyone just because he's straight."
Draco looked up. "You're gay?"
"Well why do you think I kissed you back?"
He sat up, looking stunned. "I forgot about that."
Harry smiled, and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist. "No one has to know."
The blonde/brown Slytherin sighed, and carefully laid his head on Harry's shoulder. "Sounds good to me."
"Good, now shut up and kiss me again."
***
Draco smiled. A real smile this time, and gently planted a soft tender kiss on Harry's lips, making it last only a few moments before pulling back.
"Thankyou." He whispered.
"What for?"
"Everything. For not letting me fall, for saving me from that spider, everything."
Harry smiled. "It doesn't matter."
"Yes it does. You would have said it."
"Yeah, well you're not me."
"I know, that's a big part of my charm."
"Oh shuddup."
"Make me."
Harry paused, then grinned again. "Wasn't this how the whole thing started?"
"No."
"Oh...OK, must have got confused...."
***
Once the two wizards finally realised that they were supposed to be trying to get back to Hogwarts, they reluctantly stopped their oh-so-cute kissing and cuddling, and tried to remember which way was West, which soon caused another argument, leading to Harry being slapped several times by a severely annoyed Draco, before he realised that Harry was, actually, right, and reluctantly apoligised.
Yes, I know I'm not going into enough detail, but come on people, I need to get this chapter finished by 10:00pm, and it's 9:35pm now...
What? Oh fine, I'll tell the story properly.....
*Ahem*
"Are you sure this is the right way, Harry?" Draco asked, again.
"Yes, Draco, I'm sure." He replied, again.
He stopped, and pointed up at the sky. "Look, there's Sirius, the Dog Star, there on the left, see."
Draco looked up, squinting a little. "Where?"
"There!"
"I can't see it."
Harry sighed, "It doesn't matter, I know which one it is."
Draco gave Harry a kiss on his cheek, "You better, 'cause there's NO WAY I'm staying in this awful place for the rest of my life."
Harry pouted, "What? Not even if *I* was with you?"
"Not even if you paid me."
"Well you don't have to worry about that, because we'll be out of here by morning, or at least midnight." Harry answered, turning back, "Am I going too fast?"
He let Draco catch up with him, and wrapped his arm around Draco's waist to steady him.
"I'm OK, Harry, seriously." Draco complained, "I can still walk, I still have at least a tiny shred of dignity left to cling to while I'm still standing."
"I'm only trying to make it easier for you, Drake." Harry answered affectionately, "I don't want you to be in any more pain than you have to be."
"Oh stop being so sentimental. I've coped in worse situations than this."
"Such as?"
"You really don't want to know, trust me."
"OK."
If there was one thing he'd learnt from his time with Draco, it was that if he said you didn't want to know, then you really, REALLY didn't want to know.
Harry decided to change the subject. Unlike Draco, who was used to being alone most of the time, Harry couldn't stand silence if there were other people around.
"So, seeing as I'm technically your boyfriend now..." He paused to kiss Draco lightly on the side of his neck, "I guess it's fair that I know a little more about you."
He thought for a moment, still walking, before plucking a question at random.
"What Quidditch team do you support? Out of school, I mean."
Draco pondered the question for a moment, then answered; "I've supported The Kenmare Kestrels since I was nine, but father still thinks I like the Holyhead Harpies, like he does. Ignorant bugger."
"What?"
Draco shrugged. "He's a git, Harry, he really is. I can't stand him."
"You're serious?"
"Yes, is that so hard to believe?"
"But he's your father! And you hardly ever stop talking about him!"
Draco stopped and glared at Harry, "Well he IS very high up in the Ministry, and not everyone around hates him as much as I do so it's benifical to me to at least pretend I have some respect for the bastard."
Harry blinked. "Makes sense."
"Damn right it does, plus the fact that if he knew I couldn't stand him he'd waste no time in hexing me halfway to hell."
Harry laughed, then realised from the serious expression on Draco's face that he wasn't joking. This was getting weirder by the minute.
"Wow... Draco? Do you think maybe I've stepped into an alternate universe?"
"Not at all."
"OK. If you're sure."
"Positive, now keep walking."
"Yes, sir."
***
After walking for another hour or so, exchanging useless information about themselves such as how they like their toast done and whether they love or hate Marmite on it, they stopped for a rest. (Incidentally, Harry loved it and Draco liked it but only enough to make the butter go a little brownish, just in case you'd like to know.)
Harry leant against the trunk of a large Oak tree, and sighed. "Shit, I'm bloody tired."
"Me too."
Draco limped over to Harry and sat awkwardly beside him, hissing in pain as his leg knocked against one of the knarled roots.
"Does it feel any better yet?" Harry asked him.
"No, it feels like someone's using it as a pincushion!" He muttered, "But I can walk on it OK with the branch, so I think I'll be able to get back to Hogwarts without fainting from utter exhaustion. How about you?"
"I feel fine, actually, apart from some bruises and a few cuts. Although my back hurts a little. I think Dumbledore must have put some sort of protection spell on me or something and that's why I'm not hurt."
"Ah...That would explain it." Draco replied in a rather distant tone.
"What?"
"Nothing. It's just...It's weird. You survived the killing curse before you could even talk! You've escaped from You-know-who countless times, yet you still get all this protection and stuff, and all the rest of us - who probably haven't even got whatever it is that lets you get away with all that - get nothing."
Harry just shrugged. "I wondered about that. I really don't know why everyone seems to be so crazy about keeping me alive, to be honest. I would have thought I could handle myself seeing as I'm still alive so far."
"Isn't that what I just said?"
"Not really....I guess I'm too tired to think about what's coming out of my mouth."
"I know the feeling."
Draco shivered. The rain had stopped at last, but the temperature had dropped even lower. He felt like he'd just spent an hour in a bath full of icecubes.
"If it wasn't for the cold I think I'd fall asleep right here." He added.
He waited for Harry to answer, but all that came in reply was a dull snoring sound.
Draco leaned over and shook his partner roughly by the shoulder.
"Wake up, you scar-faced idiot." He demanded, "It'd be suicide to fall asleep in this hellhole! If those things come back don't expect me to stick around after you!"
Harry opened one brilliant green eye and gazed lazily at Draco. "Scaredy-cat."
Draco snorted. "I'd rather be a coward who still posseses all his natural limbs than be a brave thrill-junkie who can only count to five on his fingers and toes."
Harry opened both eyes and wrapped his arms around Draco's shoulders. "You're such a Malfoy."
"Oh, Potter, I think you just mortally wounded my ego."
There's that Draco Sarcasm again. Don't you love it?
"Really? It'd be a big improvment."
"You're absolutely insufferable, has anyone told you that?"
"Irresistable, you mean."
"When you look at me like that, of course."
They kissed briefly, losing themselves in each others arms for a moment, taking a few precious minutes to pretend they were somewhere else, somewhere where nothing and no one could get to them, where all that mattered was here and now and the fact that someone, finally, loved them.
~TBC~
Aaaaawwww.....
Dammit, this is really getting to me! I think I'm lost...They should have got to Hogwarts by now! *consults map of the forest*
Ooohhhh, it's upsidedown! *turns map around* OK, we'll be there in no time...I think.
Hang on...This is a map of the London Underground! *glares* Never trust those dodgy map sellers....*calls lawyer*
Ah....Now for some thankyous and stuff.....
Trephinia Cealyn, I wasn't suggesting Blaise looks bad....Just that he's not Drakkie's type. And yes, in this 'fic HE is a GUY. But thanx for the review! *winks*
the-princess-bard; Thanks for the idea, I'll give it a go! Hey, I got no other ideas....
mandraco - Hey, a review is a review whether it sucks or not! And that one didn't anyway...The fact that you even reviewed is good enough for me!
withset - Great! I wasn't planning on a Prefect's Bathroom scene, but now I am! And yes, Harry will wash Drakkie's hair...*giggles in cute chibi happiness*
Snuffy5 - Ummm....Thanx....I think....
Wow....This is kinda fun....I'll try this everytime if you have anything of relative importance to say...I can't say hi to everyone...
Shit, that sounded soooooooo inflated-ego!Draco.....