A/N: I love you! ^_^ All of you. Even if you're a mean person who couldn't take the time to review. Those of you that reviewed, you get a big hug, and hopefully a chapter you'll all enjoy.
Thanks to: Cat Samwise, Rosemerta (I know my lunch sounds disgusting, but the muses weren't speaking to me and I had to turn to sugar!), CrystalStarGuardian, Bellerophon (There's nothing wrong with being insane. *HUG*) and my dear Krissy, who makes Draco look oh so cute in a bunny suit!
Wait, a few more thanks for princessbombss, ExCueTee, Al, Tinuviel182, maidmarian62, Glace de Slytherin, and Blah blah blah, for whom the changes to chapter one were made!
Glad you liked Neville's moment to shine! Hope to include more of Harry and Draco doing what they do best...each other! (evil grin)
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Part Nine
Somehow Valentine's Day sneaked up on Harry. He just went to bed one night and when he woke up the next morning was nearly frightened to death when Valentine's Day pounced on him screaming gleefully, "I'm here! I'm here! I'm here and you didn't get Draco a present! Hehehe!"
"Damn. Knew I forgot something," Harry said. He lay there considering possible ways to make up for this. "Hey, wait. Today's Saturday." At this point Saturday jumped out from under Harry's bed and made several weird faces before retreating back to its hiding place.
A rapping at the window interrupted his thoughts. He stumbled out of bed and opened it. An eagle owl was holding a package for him wrapped in silver ribbon. Harry had no doubt whom it was from. Neither did Neville. "You didn't get him anything, did you?" Neville asked.
"No," Harry confessed.
"What are you going to get him?"
"I don't know."
"Understandable. What do you get the boy who has everything?"
"Is pointing the obvious part of looking out for me?" Harry snapped.
"Only when you can't see it," replied Neville.
"What am I not seeing?"
"Moron, get him something he can't buy."
"Oh!" Harry said. It was so simple. "Like what?"
"Oh goodness! Here we are, ladies and gentlemen, living proof you can't be athletic and smart."
"Hey!"
"Write him a poem or do something romantic with him- far away from here, please." Harry glared at him.
"You know, I think I liked you a whole lot better when I thought you were an idiot."
"H'm. Aren't you going to open it?" Neville asked.
Harry did. Inside was a pair of finely etched silver handcuffs. Harry blushed. "Kinky," Neville said. Harry looked at him.
"Harry, do I look like a first year to you? Oh look, there's a note. 'Bring the handcuffs. I'll bring the whipped cream and stuffed bunny rabbits.' Oh God," Neville said, clutching his face. "Oh dear God!"
"What is it?" Harry asked with concern.
"I just got an awful mental picture. That'll give me nightmares of the normal variety for days."
"Serves you right," Harry said maliciously.
He ignored Neville's horrified look and took out a piece of parchment and a quill. What could he get Draco for Valentine's Day? Harry laughed at himself. Never in a million years would he have thought that he would be trying to get a present for Draco Malfoy.
"What am I going to do?"
"Write him a poem," repeated Neville.
"I'll die before I write bad poetry to anyone, especially Draco."
"Tell him why you love him."
"Oh, let me think. 'One day I hated you then a fell down a flight of stairs and all of a sudden I thought you were cute.' That won't cut it, Neville."
"I said why, not when or how. If you don't like my ideas, bugger off."
"You're not helping."
"You're not thinking. The only other suggestion I have is to go wherever you go, do whatever it is you do, do it damn well, and neglect to tell me anything about it!" Harry looked at Neville for a moment before breaking into a smile.
"Thanks, Neville."
Luckily the first person he ran into was Draco. He kissed him hard. "Happy Valentine's Day!"
"Indeed. Like your present?"
"Yes, they're beautiful, but-"
"But?"
"I didn't get you a present."
"You are my present."
"How?"
"You could have anybody you wanted. You're Harry Potter, the-" Harry placed a finger to his mouth.
"Call me the Boy Who Lived and I swear I'll punch your gorgeous face in. Understood?"
"H'm. Bit touchy aren't we? I wasn't going to call you that anyway."
"Good. Let's go."
"Where's to, love?"
"Anywhere we can be alone for several hours."
"Hours? Planning to make this an all-day project?"
"All-weekend, actually. Up for it?"
"You know it."
"Let's go."
"Patience, Harry. Give me an hour or two to set things up properly."
"An hour?"
"Just an hour."
"There are many days in an hour."
"And many hours in a night. Calm down, Harry. Good things come to those who wait."
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^_^ Heed Draco's last words, m'dears. I need time to think now. Suggestions and comments would be much appreciated!
Luv ya!
Silver
Thanks to: Cat Samwise, Rosemerta (I know my lunch sounds disgusting, but the muses weren't speaking to me and I had to turn to sugar!), CrystalStarGuardian, Bellerophon (There's nothing wrong with being insane. *HUG*) and my dear Krissy, who makes Draco look oh so cute in a bunny suit!
Wait, a few more thanks for princessbombss, ExCueTee, Al, Tinuviel182, maidmarian62, Glace de Slytherin, and Blah blah blah, for whom the changes to chapter one were made!
Glad you liked Neville's moment to shine! Hope to include more of Harry and Draco doing what they do best...each other! (evil grin)
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Part Nine
Somehow Valentine's Day sneaked up on Harry. He just went to bed one night and when he woke up the next morning was nearly frightened to death when Valentine's Day pounced on him screaming gleefully, "I'm here! I'm here! I'm here and you didn't get Draco a present! Hehehe!"
"Damn. Knew I forgot something," Harry said. He lay there considering possible ways to make up for this. "Hey, wait. Today's Saturday." At this point Saturday jumped out from under Harry's bed and made several weird faces before retreating back to its hiding place.
A rapping at the window interrupted his thoughts. He stumbled out of bed and opened it. An eagle owl was holding a package for him wrapped in silver ribbon. Harry had no doubt whom it was from. Neither did Neville. "You didn't get him anything, did you?" Neville asked.
"No," Harry confessed.
"What are you going to get him?"
"I don't know."
"Understandable. What do you get the boy who has everything?"
"Is pointing the obvious part of looking out for me?" Harry snapped.
"Only when you can't see it," replied Neville.
"What am I not seeing?"
"Moron, get him something he can't buy."
"Oh!" Harry said. It was so simple. "Like what?"
"Oh goodness! Here we are, ladies and gentlemen, living proof you can't be athletic and smart."
"Hey!"
"Write him a poem or do something romantic with him- far away from here, please." Harry glared at him.
"You know, I think I liked you a whole lot better when I thought you were an idiot."
"H'm. Aren't you going to open it?" Neville asked.
Harry did. Inside was a pair of finely etched silver handcuffs. Harry blushed. "Kinky," Neville said. Harry looked at him.
"Harry, do I look like a first year to you? Oh look, there's a note. 'Bring the handcuffs. I'll bring the whipped cream and stuffed bunny rabbits.' Oh God," Neville said, clutching his face. "Oh dear God!"
"What is it?" Harry asked with concern.
"I just got an awful mental picture. That'll give me nightmares of the normal variety for days."
"Serves you right," Harry said maliciously.
He ignored Neville's horrified look and took out a piece of parchment and a quill. What could he get Draco for Valentine's Day? Harry laughed at himself. Never in a million years would he have thought that he would be trying to get a present for Draco Malfoy.
"What am I going to do?"
"Write him a poem," repeated Neville.
"I'll die before I write bad poetry to anyone, especially Draco."
"Tell him why you love him."
"Oh, let me think. 'One day I hated you then a fell down a flight of stairs and all of a sudden I thought you were cute.' That won't cut it, Neville."
"I said why, not when or how. If you don't like my ideas, bugger off."
"You're not helping."
"You're not thinking. The only other suggestion I have is to go wherever you go, do whatever it is you do, do it damn well, and neglect to tell me anything about it!" Harry looked at Neville for a moment before breaking into a smile.
"Thanks, Neville."
Luckily the first person he ran into was Draco. He kissed him hard. "Happy Valentine's Day!"
"Indeed. Like your present?"
"Yes, they're beautiful, but-"
"But?"
"I didn't get you a present."
"You are my present."
"How?"
"You could have anybody you wanted. You're Harry Potter, the-" Harry placed a finger to his mouth.
"Call me the Boy Who Lived and I swear I'll punch your gorgeous face in. Understood?"
"H'm. Bit touchy aren't we? I wasn't going to call you that anyway."
"Good. Let's go."
"Where's to, love?"
"Anywhere we can be alone for several hours."
"Hours? Planning to make this an all-day project?"
"All-weekend, actually. Up for it?"
"You know it."
"Let's go."
"Patience, Harry. Give me an hour or two to set things up properly."
"An hour?"
"Just an hour."
"There are many days in an hour."
"And many hours in a night. Calm down, Harry. Good things come to those who wait."
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^_^ Heed Draco's last words, m'dears. I need time to think now. Suggestions and comments would be much appreciated!
Luv ya!
Silver