Disclaimer: Err, I guess I don't own the adorable little munchkin but then again J.K brought him to us at 11…he's four now…#rubs chin thinking before grabbing him# MINE! MINE! MINE! Muahahahahahha!
Wow, it has been that long! Don't worry people. I'm getting back on top of the other stories too. It'll take me a bit to get my momentum back again though so bear with And yeah I know it's a long way from July 16th but some family was here too and umm, it's really kind of weird trying to write "slash!" with people peeking over your shoulder...even if you're not actually writing a sex scene or something such. I told you guys I'm working on another story already right?...
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Chapter 27
:Wake up! Wakey wakey: A singsong voice hissed in his ear. Harry groaned in his sleep and swiped at his ear.
:Five more…minutes…Potty.: Harry yawned and twisted his body. For some reason his head wouldn't move.
:Wake or I'll twist your head off your shoulders.: the left head deadpanned.
Harry cracked open an eye. :Technically not possible. You may break my neck. But you can't twist my head off my shoulders.: He hissed.
A tail smacked against the side of his head and he snorted softly before lifting his body up slowly, Potty falling back onto the bed eventually.
:Why didn't you talk to me last night. Explain why you were out so late: The middle head asked softly as the snake's body wound up Harry's arm.
:Sorry. I don't wish my: Harry gestured around as he moved from on the bed to the bathroom. :nestmates, to know I speak to you. It's not considered, good, you know.: He quirked a smile shutting himself into the bathroom.
Talk stopped as Harry took a hot shower. Potty preferred a soak but this would do to, so migrating to wrap around his neck and shoulders they bathed together. With a towel wrapped low over his hips and Potty over his shoulders he opened the door whistling softly. To find Nott, Zabini and Malfoy huddled together whispering while Crabbe and Goyle snored on. Harry cocked a hip and stood propped in the doorway as they kept chatting.
:They are not very quiet talking about you.:
:And it's amazing I can be right here talking back about them and they not notice.: Harry hissed under his breath.
Out loud he said. "Good morning." And smiled slowly as they blinked at him.
Draco was the first to finish goggling over Harry and noticed the snake on him. "You bathe with your snake!"
Harry stepped forward mussing up his hair. "She likes hot water. By the way, we used it all." He grinned then. "Oops." The boys spluttered making a sudden rush for the bathroom while Harry strolled over to his trunk. He dressed casually and went up to breakfast, Potty stashed under his robes.
He sat in front of his plate and thought hard. In a moment two raw eggs appeared and scrunching up his nose at the 'pumpkin juice', he banished it before cracking both of his eggs into it.
:Slip it down bartender.: Potty hissed to him, hungrily.
Harry snickered under his breath before lowering the goblet into his lap and balanced between his thighs Potty fed from his robe sleeve.
:MM.: Potty sighed in satisfaction.
:This is good.:
:Fresh is best.: His mother hissed matter-of-factly.
"Potter!" Harry's head shot up at the call and he rolled his eyes as Malfoy sat down across from him.
"Don't be a hot-water hog all the time we're here please."
Harry smiled in response. "I won't be then. It's so pleasing to know the threat of having no hot water can make you be polite."
Malfoy scowled and returned to his breakfast and Harry continued to smile slightly, moving the goblet from Potty when she finished and necking back what was left.
The other boys of the dorm came and sat down to start breakfast a few minutes later and after Harry was done and ready to get up to take Potty back to the rooms, Snape came by with the schedules.
"Potter." He was handed his list and moved on. He looked down, reading as he walked and noticed he had Potions first thing. He snorted and sped up his walking. Acquaintances or not outside of class, Snape would skin him if he showed up late. Harry hissed his apologies to Potty who decided to explore while he and the other hatchlings were out and promised to come back for her at lunch. Grabbing his bag with the school stuff inside and his list he headed for the classroom deeper into the dungeons, not noting he had Defense Against The Dark Arts last class that day.
AN: HEY GUYS! LONG TIME NO SEE. Guess what! I'm 18! Dances As soon as they boot me off my kiddie deal I'll get full net and can go back to TSS rubs hands together but besides that. I've actually GOT HBP now. And I've read it, and had all my time to get over it. And I have. So Dumbledore's dead. So what…but then again…there'll be no Sevvie in the next book til the end…lip trembles he'll prolly die….
J: Oh god not this again!
