Hey, look, it's chapter 4! Hopefully the last chapter. Especially since I promised my friend
I would let him read this tomorrow. Not that I had much choice, he was holding my
favorite lipstick hostage. Well, here ya go!
Oh, by the way, Morien Alexander asked, "What exactly happened in the forest? Did they
just kiss or go at it like horny rabbits?" Haha, good question. Feel free to think whatever
you want about it, I'm not sure myself. But I suck at writing sex scenes (not bad at acting
them out though... *wink* Kay, that was probably more information than you needed.),
which is why this remains *mild* slash. So think what you want in your own twisted little
mind.
Hey, guess what! This chapter's been completely rewritten. And the story will continue,
although it's going to go off in a completely different direction. Blame John. It's all John's
fault. Shut up, John.
Oh, and if there's spelling errors or weird line breaks, it's because I'm on someone else's
computer, the keyboard is weird, and it has Publisher instead of Word. Ick. And,
technically, that's also John's fault.
~*~*~*~
Call and Answer-Chapter 4
~*~*~*~
Harry awoke with a smile on his lips, despite the fact that he had gotten less than
two hours of sleep. After all, what he had been doing all night was well worth missing
some sleep for. He closed his eyes, reenacting the events of the night in his mind.
"Harry? Harry! HARRY!"
A sneaker came crashing through the hangings on his bed, interrupting his
daydream. "Come on, get *up*" said Ron's voice. "It's seven thirty, we're late for
breakfast."
"All right, all right, I'm up," Harry mumbled, reluctantly forcing his mind to return
to reality. He stood up and attempted to smooth the wrinkles from his robe. He had gotten
back to the dormitory sometime around six a.m. and had fallen into bed, clothes, shoes
and all. Ron, of course, noticed this immediately, reminding him that Harry had not been in
the dormitory when Ron had gone to bed.
"Where were you last night?" he asked, dragging Harry toward the door. "Forget
the robe, it's hopeless."
"If I told you," Harry replied cheerfully, deciding Ron was right about his robe, "I
would have to kill you."
"Told him what?" asked Hermione, who was waiting for them in the common
room.
"Why Harry didn't come to bed last night," Ron explained.
"I *did*" Harry protested, "just not until late. And I'm not sure if I cantell you
yet." He and Draco had not discussed telling anyone else about their relationship.
"Oh, come *on*" Ron pestered as they walked to the Great Hall.
"Trust me, you really don't want to know anyway."
"Yes, I do," Ron argued, and spent the rest of the walk trying to convince Harry to
tell where he had been as Hermione looked on in amusement.
When they walked into the Great Hall, Harry immediately noiced an empty seat
between Crabbe and Goyle. Apparently Draco had also been a bit slow, and his friends had
not been nice enough to wait for him. They didn't seem to miss him to much, either, but
they might just have been too busy stuffing their faces with food.
"I'll be right back," Harry said to his friends. "Go ahead and save me a seat." He
hurried back down the hall to the Slytherin dormitories. Leaning against the wall, he
waited for the portrait to open.
He didn't have to wait long. The portrait swung open and Draco stepped out,
looking very hurried. He didn't even notice Harry standing there until Harry grabbed his
shoulder, spun him around, and kissed him.
"Morning," Harry said brightly as they pulled away from the brief kiss.
"Morning," Draco replied. "What are you doing here? Not that I'm not glad to see
you."
"I came to talk to you. Ron and Hermione want to know where I was last night."
"What did you tell them?"
"I haven't told them anything yet. I wanted to talk to you first."
"Tell them whatever you want."
"You don't want to tella nyone about us, then?"
"You do?"
"It would certainly make things easier. We wouldn't have to sneak off somewhere
to be together."
Draco was a bit surprised. "Go ahead and tell them then. I just assumed that you
would want to keep this a secret. They're going to think, you've gone crazy, you know."
"Who cares what they think? Even if they do, they'll get over it. I thought *you*
might want to keep it a secret. Didn't want to ruin your reputation or anything.
Draco laughed hollowly. "Please. My so-called friends probably wouldn't even
notice. They didn't say anything about me not being around last night, and now it seems
they've left me to walk to breakfast alone."
"I noticed. Come on, let's go before all the food is gone," Harry said, taking
Draco's hand as they walked back to the Great Hall together.
~*~*~*~
Harry had been gone for over ten minutes, and his friends were beginning to
wonder where he had disappeared to when he and Draco walked in. Ron nudged
Hermione, who looked up from the book she was reading.
"What is *up* with Harry and Malfoy?" he asked. Their hands were hidden from
view, but even from accross the room it was obvious that theyw were talking, and seeming
quite friendly toward one another.
"Well, Harry *did* save Draco's skin just a couple weeks ago," Hermione
reminded him. "Maybe Draco's decided to be a bit nicer to him."
"Yeah, maybe," Ron muttered suspiciously as Draco went over to the Slytherin
table and Harry came to sit with them.
"Okay," he said, taking a seat. "I can tell-"
"Since when are you so friendly with Malfoy?" Ron interrupted.
"Well," Harry replied, "that's part of what I have to tell you. Actually, that *is*
what I have to tell you."
Ron now looked thoroughly confused. "What are you *talking* about?"
"Well, um..." Harry tried for a moment to think of the best way to say this, then
realized there really was no good way. "Draco and I..."
"Since when are you on a first-name basis with that scum?" Ron interrupted again.
"Draco and I are dating," Harry blurted out. His friend gave him a blank stare. "I
*told* you you didn't want to know."
"Wha...you..." Ron had turned an interesting shade of pale green.
"You're joking, right?"
"I'm not joking."
"You're not joking...He's...he's not joking..." Ron muttered to no one in particular
before passing out cold into his eggs.
"Ron? Ron, are you okay?" Harry asked, shaking him.
"Oh, he'll be fine. He's just a bit surprised is all," Hermione interjected. "Anyway,
I think this is just great, you two finally putting aside all your differences and all." She was
smiling broadly.
"Thanks. I'm glad *you* think so. RON!"
~*~*~*~
Several minutes later, Ron woke up with egg on his face, [sorry, minor BNL
reference] quite literally. Harry and hermione managed to calm him down and keep him
from trying to kill Draco, and they all finished breakfast.
"Come on. let's go," said Harry when they were finished, standing and leading
them over to the Slytherin table.
~*~*~*~
Draco was busy making sure he had everything he needed for his next class when
he noticed HArry, Ron, and Hermione coming toward his table. He assumed they were
heading for the door on the other side of it, until Harry leaned over and whispered
something to Ron that looked suspiciously like, "Be nice."
Still, when the three of them stopped right next to him, Draco was more than a
little surprised.
"Well, come on," said Harry.
"Huh?"
"We have Potions together, remember?"
"Oh. RIght." Draco stood up, took Harry's hand and the four of them walked out
together.
"Congratulations," said Hermione quietly to Draco, with a small smile.
"Um." It was definitely weird having her be so nice to him. "Thangs Gr-
Hermione."
Ron was silent.
"How's he taking it?" Draco whispered to Harry.
"Better than he was. You should've seen him when I first told him." Harry
described Ron's reaction at breakfast.
Draco snorted with laughter. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah, but don't say anything, okay? He promised to be civil to you if you are to
him."
"What fun is that?" Draco pretended to pout for a moment. Harry slapped him
gently. "Okay, okay, I guess that's fair."
The four of them arrived in Potions to find Professor Snape stirring something in a
large cauldron. He looked up from shaking white powder from a jar into the cauldron and
looked rather surprised to see the four of them together. They were the only ones in the
class so far. On an impulse, Draco grabbed Harry and kissed him. Ron looked more than
slightly nauseous, Hermione beamed, and Snape's mouth dropped open as the jar he had
been holding fell into the potion with a splash.
Before anyone could react, the potion exploded, spalsing all of them with a yellow
liquid. The room seemed to spin for a moment, then everything went back to normal. Or
so it seemed.
"What...is...going...on...here?" Snape said slowly.
~*~*~*~
From the author: That's all for now! I've got a slight problem with Chapter 5, but I don't
want to give away what happened, so I can't tell you what it is. I'll try to get it up soon.
I would let him read this tomorrow. Not that I had much choice, he was holding my
favorite lipstick hostage. Well, here ya go!
Oh, by the way, Morien Alexander asked, "What exactly happened in the forest? Did they
just kiss or go at it like horny rabbits?" Haha, good question. Feel free to think whatever
you want about it, I'm not sure myself. But I suck at writing sex scenes (not bad at acting
them out though... *wink* Kay, that was probably more information than you needed.),
which is why this remains *mild* slash. So think what you want in your own twisted little
mind.
Hey, guess what! This chapter's been completely rewritten. And the story will continue,
although it's going to go off in a completely different direction. Blame John. It's all John's
fault. Shut up, John.
Oh, and if there's spelling errors or weird line breaks, it's because I'm on someone else's
computer, the keyboard is weird, and it has Publisher instead of Word. Ick. And,
technically, that's also John's fault.
~*~*~*~
Call and Answer-Chapter 4
~*~*~*~
Harry awoke with a smile on his lips, despite the fact that he had gotten less than
two hours of sleep. After all, what he had been doing all night was well worth missing
some sleep for. He closed his eyes, reenacting the events of the night in his mind.
"Harry? Harry! HARRY!"
A sneaker came crashing through the hangings on his bed, interrupting his
daydream. "Come on, get *up*" said Ron's voice. "It's seven thirty, we're late for
breakfast."
"All right, all right, I'm up," Harry mumbled, reluctantly forcing his mind to return
to reality. He stood up and attempted to smooth the wrinkles from his robe. He had gotten
back to the dormitory sometime around six a.m. and had fallen into bed, clothes, shoes
and all. Ron, of course, noticed this immediately, reminding him that Harry had not been in
the dormitory when Ron had gone to bed.
"Where were you last night?" he asked, dragging Harry toward the door. "Forget
the robe, it's hopeless."
"If I told you," Harry replied cheerfully, deciding Ron was right about his robe, "I
would have to kill you."
"Told him what?" asked Hermione, who was waiting for them in the common
room.
"Why Harry didn't come to bed last night," Ron explained.
"I *did*" Harry protested, "just not until late. And I'm not sure if I cantell you
yet." He and Draco had not discussed telling anyone else about their relationship.
"Oh, come *on*" Ron pestered as they walked to the Great Hall.
"Trust me, you really don't want to know anyway."
"Yes, I do," Ron argued, and spent the rest of the walk trying to convince Harry to
tell where he had been as Hermione looked on in amusement.
When they walked into the Great Hall, Harry immediately noiced an empty seat
between Crabbe and Goyle. Apparently Draco had also been a bit slow, and his friends had
not been nice enough to wait for him. They didn't seem to miss him to much, either, but
they might just have been too busy stuffing their faces with food.
"I'll be right back," Harry said to his friends. "Go ahead and save me a seat." He
hurried back down the hall to the Slytherin dormitories. Leaning against the wall, he
waited for the portrait to open.
He didn't have to wait long. The portrait swung open and Draco stepped out,
looking very hurried. He didn't even notice Harry standing there until Harry grabbed his
shoulder, spun him around, and kissed him.
"Morning," Harry said brightly as they pulled away from the brief kiss.
"Morning," Draco replied. "What are you doing here? Not that I'm not glad to see
you."
"I came to talk to you. Ron and Hermione want to know where I was last night."
"What did you tell them?"
"I haven't told them anything yet. I wanted to talk to you first."
"Tell them whatever you want."
"You don't want to tella nyone about us, then?"
"You do?"
"It would certainly make things easier. We wouldn't have to sneak off somewhere
to be together."
Draco was a bit surprised. "Go ahead and tell them then. I just assumed that you
would want to keep this a secret. They're going to think, you've gone crazy, you know."
"Who cares what they think? Even if they do, they'll get over it. I thought *you*
might want to keep it a secret. Didn't want to ruin your reputation or anything.
Draco laughed hollowly. "Please. My so-called friends probably wouldn't even
notice. They didn't say anything about me not being around last night, and now it seems
they've left me to walk to breakfast alone."
"I noticed. Come on, let's go before all the food is gone," Harry said, taking
Draco's hand as they walked back to the Great Hall together.
~*~*~*~
Harry had been gone for over ten minutes, and his friends were beginning to
wonder where he had disappeared to when he and Draco walked in. Ron nudged
Hermione, who looked up from the book she was reading.
"What is *up* with Harry and Malfoy?" he asked. Their hands were hidden from
view, but even from accross the room it was obvious that theyw were talking, and seeming
quite friendly toward one another.
"Well, Harry *did* save Draco's skin just a couple weeks ago," Hermione
reminded him. "Maybe Draco's decided to be a bit nicer to him."
"Yeah, maybe," Ron muttered suspiciously as Draco went over to the Slytherin
table and Harry came to sit with them.
"Okay," he said, taking a seat. "I can tell-"
"Since when are you so friendly with Malfoy?" Ron interrupted.
"Well," Harry replied, "that's part of what I have to tell you. Actually, that *is*
what I have to tell you."
Ron now looked thoroughly confused. "What are you *talking* about?"
"Well, um..." Harry tried for a moment to think of the best way to say this, then
realized there really was no good way. "Draco and I..."
"Since when are you on a first-name basis with that scum?" Ron interrupted again.
"Draco and I are dating," Harry blurted out. His friend gave him a blank stare. "I
*told* you you didn't want to know."
"Wha...you..." Ron had turned an interesting shade of pale green.
"You're joking, right?"
"I'm not joking."
"You're not joking...He's...he's not joking..." Ron muttered to no one in particular
before passing out cold into his eggs.
"Ron? Ron, are you okay?" Harry asked, shaking him.
"Oh, he'll be fine. He's just a bit surprised is all," Hermione interjected. "Anyway,
I think this is just great, you two finally putting aside all your differences and all." She was
smiling broadly.
"Thanks. I'm glad *you* think so. RON!"
~*~*~*~
Several minutes later, Ron woke up with egg on his face, [sorry, minor BNL
reference] quite literally. Harry and hermione managed to calm him down and keep him
from trying to kill Draco, and they all finished breakfast.
"Come on. let's go," said Harry when they were finished, standing and leading
them over to the Slytherin table.
~*~*~*~
Draco was busy making sure he had everything he needed for his next class when
he noticed HArry, Ron, and Hermione coming toward his table. He assumed they were
heading for the door on the other side of it, until Harry leaned over and whispered
something to Ron that looked suspiciously like, "Be nice."
Still, when the three of them stopped right next to him, Draco was more than a
little surprised.
"Well, come on," said Harry.
"Huh?"
"We have Potions together, remember?"
"Oh. RIght." Draco stood up, took Harry's hand and the four of them walked out
together.
"Congratulations," said Hermione quietly to Draco, with a small smile.
"Um." It was definitely weird having her be so nice to him. "Thangs Gr-
Hermione."
Ron was silent.
"How's he taking it?" Draco whispered to Harry.
"Better than he was. You should've seen him when I first told him." Harry
described Ron's reaction at breakfast.
Draco snorted with laughter. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah, but don't say anything, okay? He promised to be civil to you if you are to
him."
"What fun is that?" Draco pretended to pout for a moment. Harry slapped him
gently. "Okay, okay, I guess that's fair."
The four of them arrived in Potions to find Professor Snape stirring something in a
large cauldron. He looked up from shaking white powder from a jar into the cauldron and
looked rather surprised to see the four of them together. They were the only ones in the
class so far. On an impulse, Draco grabbed Harry and kissed him. Ron looked more than
slightly nauseous, Hermione beamed, and Snape's mouth dropped open as the jar he had
been holding fell into the potion with a splash.
Before anyone could react, the potion exploded, spalsing all of them with a yellow
liquid. The room seemed to spin for a moment, then everything went back to normal. Or
so it seemed.
"What...is...going...on...here?" Snape said slowly.
~*~*~*~
From the author: That's all for now! I've got a slight problem with Chapter 5, but I don't
want to give away what happened, so I can't tell you what it is. I'll try to get it up soon.