A/N: Hello, darlings! (If that's getting annoying, let me know. I'll find other endearing names to overuse.) I was reading this over and I said, "What was I thinking? This is so not even worth an R." Naturally I have some choices.
1. Bump it down to PG-13
2. Make it worth an R
I don't know, dears. Let see where the bouncing muse takes us, shall we?
Thanks to: Crystal, Becks, kjersti,Sweet Eowyn (I'll try to write lots more for you),Adelina, and of course Krissy, my fellow Dracoholic! *grins*
My friend Heather's gonna kill me! This is the 10 time I've stopped writing a story she was reading because inspiration delivered a new idea. Maybe if I beg she'll let me finish this one before she offs me!
P.S. Glad you all enjoyed the random dancing!
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Part Eight
I stumbled into the common room after a very late night session with Draco to find myself faced with a number of very ticked people. "Harry, where have you been?" asked Hermione. This didn't seem the time to tell her that I had been having sex with Draco on a table topped with dragon hide, so I resorted to lying. Did I mention I was a horrible liar?
"Detention," I replied calmly.
"Until four in the morning?" Ron asked.
"Dungeons aren't that bad," said George.
"Yeah, and we'd know," sighed Fred.
"It took time," I insisted.
"Why weren't you at dinner?" demanded Hermione.
"I was in the infirmary," I lied.
"Nice try, Harry. We checked there," said Seamus. Damn!
"Madame Pomfrey said that both you and Draco had been released an hour before dinner," Dean said.
"Malfoy wasn't at dinner either," Fred remarked.
"You're right," said Ron. Double damn! At this rate, they were going to figure it all out. I tried to stay calm. Neville seemed pale enough for the both of us.
"Where were you?" Hermione asked, pushing me against a wall.
"I don't see how that's any damn of your business," I said coldly. She looked hurt. For an instant I regretted saying that.
"You have no right to talk to her like that!" Ron yelled.
"Oh god, why don't you just screw her already and get it over with?" Shit, I was starting to sound like Draco. I didn't care. I needed a distraction and Ron beating me senseless seemed like a good one.
"You bastard," he hissed.
"Is that the best you can do?" I taunted. Then I went a step too far. I sneered at him. He socked me hard in the stomach. I doubled over, but that contemptible smile never left my face. He raised his fist to hit me again.
"Ron! Stop it!" Neville cried, stepping between us.
"Move aside, Neville," Ron commanded, his voice low and menacing.
"I will not! Look at you, Ron. You're ready to bash your best friend's skull in! Need I remind you that he has already been in a fight today and is quite obviously not himself?"
Ron lowered his fist.
"Fine, but get him out of my sight." Neville nodded and helped me upstairs.
"Thanks, Neville," I wheezed as he set me on my bed.
"I would first like to say that you're a terrible liar."
"Fair enough," I laughed.
"Secondly, you can't provoke your best friend every time someone starts to catch on."
"Catch on to what?"
"Please, Harry. How astoundingly stupid do you think I am? It's not that hard to figure out that you're being quite naughty with Draco Malfoy, especially after the night you woke me up," Neville said. My respect for Neville increased greatly.
"What exactly did you hear?" I asked him.
"A hell of a lot more than I ever wanted to. But, Harry- Malfoy?"
"I know."
"I don't think you quite get it. Let me repeat it for emphasis. Malfoy?"
"I know. You don't know how much I wanted to believe it wasn't true."
"I've got a pretty good idea. I saw you moping about for days after Snape paired up you and Malfoy. But still- Malfoy?" I laughed and winced immediately after. "Thirdly, you need to get better at sneaking out. Think, Harry. You've been nearly caught when it was just you. You'll have to be more careful now that it's you and Malfoy, especially with the noises you two make."
"Sorry," I replied sheepishly.
"Don't apologize to me. After the second night, I wised up and asked Gran to send me some earplugs. Can't hear a thing," Neville said briskly.
"Why do you do it?" I asked him.
"Do what?"
"Lead us on."
"Oh, you mean act like a hopeless, oblivious dunce?"
"Not hopeless," I said. He laughed.
"You're right. Completely hopeless. Not all of it is an act. But I keep it up so people will leave me alone."
"About?"
"My parents."
"Oh," I said.
"I knew you knew. I'm actually quite observant."
"You've been duping us all these years?"
"Yep. You never suspected a thing."
"Neville?"
"Yes?"
"Why are you doing this for me?"
"Because you're the hopeless one, and somebody's got to watch out for you."
"Thanks, Neville."
"Good night, Harry."
"'Night, Neville."
I heard stifled laughter in the dark. "What?" I asked tiredly.
"Honestly, Harry- Malfoy?"
"Good night, Neville," I called crossly.
"Good night, Harry." Again came the stifled laughter.
"Shut up, Neville."
"You want to use a set of earplugs? I might be at this for awhile."
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^_^ What did you think of Neville? If this chapter seems to be very odd, it's because it was written while under the influence of bad kool-aid, sugar flowers and sauerkraut. Don't let that stop you from reviewing.
Luv ya!
Silver
1. Bump it down to PG-13
2. Make it worth an R
I don't know, dears. Let see where the bouncing muse takes us, shall we?
Thanks to: Crystal, Becks, kjersti,Sweet Eowyn (I'll try to write lots more for you),Adelina, and of course Krissy, my fellow Dracoholic! *grins*
My friend Heather's gonna kill me! This is the 10 time I've stopped writing a story she was reading because inspiration delivered a new idea. Maybe if I beg she'll let me finish this one before she offs me!
P.S. Glad you all enjoyed the random dancing!
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Part Eight
I stumbled into the common room after a very late night session with Draco to find myself faced with a number of very ticked people. "Harry, where have you been?" asked Hermione. This didn't seem the time to tell her that I had been having sex with Draco on a table topped with dragon hide, so I resorted to lying. Did I mention I was a horrible liar?
"Detention," I replied calmly.
"Until four in the morning?" Ron asked.
"Dungeons aren't that bad," said George.
"Yeah, and we'd know," sighed Fred.
"It took time," I insisted.
"Why weren't you at dinner?" demanded Hermione.
"I was in the infirmary," I lied.
"Nice try, Harry. We checked there," said Seamus. Damn!
"Madame Pomfrey said that both you and Draco had been released an hour before dinner," Dean said.
"Malfoy wasn't at dinner either," Fred remarked.
"You're right," said Ron. Double damn! At this rate, they were going to figure it all out. I tried to stay calm. Neville seemed pale enough for the both of us.
"Where were you?" Hermione asked, pushing me against a wall.
"I don't see how that's any damn of your business," I said coldly. She looked hurt. For an instant I regretted saying that.
"You have no right to talk to her like that!" Ron yelled.
"Oh god, why don't you just screw her already and get it over with?" Shit, I was starting to sound like Draco. I didn't care. I needed a distraction and Ron beating me senseless seemed like a good one.
"You bastard," he hissed.
"Is that the best you can do?" I taunted. Then I went a step too far. I sneered at him. He socked me hard in the stomach. I doubled over, but that contemptible smile never left my face. He raised his fist to hit me again.
"Ron! Stop it!" Neville cried, stepping between us.
"Move aside, Neville," Ron commanded, his voice low and menacing.
"I will not! Look at you, Ron. You're ready to bash your best friend's skull in! Need I remind you that he has already been in a fight today and is quite obviously not himself?"
Ron lowered his fist.
"Fine, but get him out of my sight." Neville nodded and helped me upstairs.
"Thanks, Neville," I wheezed as he set me on my bed.
"I would first like to say that you're a terrible liar."
"Fair enough," I laughed.
"Secondly, you can't provoke your best friend every time someone starts to catch on."
"Catch on to what?"
"Please, Harry. How astoundingly stupid do you think I am? It's not that hard to figure out that you're being quite naughty with Draco Malfoy, especially after the night you woke me up," Neville said. My respect for Neville increased greatly.
"What exactly did you hear?" I asked him.
"A hell of a lot more than I ever wanted to. But, Harry- Malfoy?"
"I know."
"I don't think you quite get it. Let me repeat it for emphasis. Malfoy?"
"I know. You don't know how much I wanted to believe it wasn't true."
"I've got a pretty good idea. I saw you moping about for days after Snape paired up you and Malfoy. But still- Malfoy?" I laughed and winced immediately after. "Thirdly, you need to get better at sneaking out. Think, Harry. You've been nearly caught when it was just you. You'll have to be more careful now that it's you and Malfoy, especially with the noises you two make."
"Sorry," I replied sheepishly.
"Don't apologize to me. After the second night, I wised up and asked Gran to send me some earplugs. Can't hear a thing," Neville said briskly.
"Why do you do it?" I asked him.
"Do what?"
"Lead us on."
"Oh, you mean act like a hopeless, oblivious dunce?"
"Not hopeless," I said. He laughed.
"You're right. Completely hopeless. Not all of it is an act. But I keep it up so people will leave me alone."
"About?"
"My parents."
"Oh," I said.
"I knew you knew. I'm actually quite observant."
"You've been duping us all these years?"
"Yep. You never suspected a thing."
"Neville?"
"Yes?"
"Why are you doing this for me?"
"Because you're the hopeless one, and somebody's got to watch out for you."
"Thanks, Neville."
"Good night, Harry."
"'Night, Neville."
I heard stifled laughter in the dark. "What?" I asked tiredly.
"Honestly, Harry- Malfoy?"
"Good night, Neville," I called crossly.
"Good night, Harry." Again came the stifled laughter.
"Shut up, Neville."
"You want to use a set of earplugs? I might be at this for awhile."
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^_^ What did you think of Neville? If this chapter seems to be very odd, it's because it was written while under the influence of bad kool-aid, sugar flowers and sauerkraut. Don't let that stop you from reviewing.
Luv ya!
Silver