A/N: I really need to learn how to plan a story. Mine just kind of ramble along, never getting to an actual point. Maybe I need to sit down and have a nice chat with Plot and Complication. Actually I think a conversation with Complication is near impossible.
I have no idea where that last chapter came from. Now I have to fit it in somehow!
And yes, once I start with the complications, I just keep them coming. They just keep piling up and just when things look like they're going smoothly, I throw in another complication, right Marisa? I hope everything's a surprise, cuz it's always a surprise for me!
Thanks to sweet Kerr, Cat Samwise, Becks, Hermione Malfoy, Prongs, Sarah-chan, Tinuveil182 (I was just wondering what happened to you),Krissy, Moondragon, Raggona, AVK, Crystal, sgc_star, Mrrrisa and Vidak, who didn't review but said my writing was good even if he didn't agree with the content. And Sweet Eowyn, who finally got back, Do you really care?! (just a good and overactive imagination), and pande pink, who's just filled with ideas.
Warning: Blatant Seamus abuse.
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Part Nineteen
Things didn't go well between Ron and Harry either. Ron breezed through the doorway of their dorm and slammed the door shut behind him. Dean, Seamus, and Neville looked up curiously. Harry came in almost immediately afterwards, panting. He had been running around trying to catch Ron all day. "Ron, listen to me."
"Harry, how could you?"
"Ron-"
"I just don't understand. Malfoy?"
"Ron-"
"Why him? Of all goddamned people why to you have to pick the biggest jerk in the universe?"
"Listen-"
"Why?"
"I'd tell you if you'd shut up long enough to listen!" cried Harry, thoroughly exasperated.
"What's going on?" questioned Dean cautiously.
"Harry's screwing Malfoy," Ron replied angrily. Dean's eyes widened.
"How so?" asked Dean, raising his eyebrows.
"I didn't ask for details, but I walked in on them kissing."
"That's no surprise," said Seamus. Everyone turned to stare at him. "Well, he's hot," Seamus explained. *Thwap* Dean smacked him upside the head. "Ouch! What did you hit me for? It's true!" *Thwap* Seamus muttered something and moved from within range of Dean's slap-happy arm.
"You're not helping," Ron muttered to him.
"Was I supposed to be?" Seamus inquired, scratching his head.
"Yes! You're supposed to be with me on this."
"I'm with Harry."
"What? You hate Slytherin!"
"Yes, but that hatred stops abruptly to admire Draco's body," Seamus sighed. *Thump* Dean threw a textbook at him. "Will you quit abusing me? How will I explain a huge bruise on my face to my mum?"
"Tell her you opened your mouth. I'm sure she'll understand," Dean replied calmly.
"Besides, it not just his body. Harry actually loves him," Ron said. Harry was now completely embarrassed. This was not what he wanted at all.
"What? Dean, pass me a piece of parchment and a quill," Seamus requested. Dean passed him the afore mentioned materials. "Neville, who's the director at St. Mungo's?"
"Why?" Neville asked.
"I'm going to write a nice letter recommending that Harry be locked up with all the other nutcases," he answered. Neville winced.
"Real sensitive, Seamus," muttered Dean.
"I thought you were on my side," protested Harry.
"Harry, sex with Draco is one thing. Loving him- well, that's just plain phsyco," Seamus replied, scribbling his note. He jumped up. "Ron, can I borrow your owl?"
"Sure," Ron said with a grin.
"Seamus, sit down," Dean sighed.
"It's for his own good, Dean. The sooner he gets on the road to recovery, the better off he'll be," he explained, bouncing up and down excitedly like someone who just had an enormous amount of sugar.
"Shut up," Dean said.
"Are you gonna make me?" Seamus said bolting for the door. He didn't make it far however before Dean tackled him. "Ouch! Dean! Are you trying to kill me?" he asked, squirming beneath Dean.
"Shut up," Dean repeated.
"Get off!" Seamus huffed. Dean stood and offered his hand to Seamus, who dusted himself off with mock dignity.
Seamus's eyes lit up and he started bouncing again. "Oh- I got it!"
"Got what?" asked Ron.
"A clue?" Dean suggested.
"At long last," sighed Neville.
"Hey!" Seamus called, looking hurt. "Since when are you one to talk about clueless?"
"Don't you know? Neville's a genius in disguise," laughed Harry.
"Sure fooled me," muttered Seamus.
"Oh, you're just jealous," Dean said.
"What have you got, Seamus?" Ron asked. Seamus opened his mouth and suddenly closed it. He frowned.
" I forgot."
"Great! He forgot!" Dean said.
"Figures," mumbled Ron.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! I remember now!" Seamus exclaimed.
"Well, out with it!" Ron cried.
"I figured out Harry's nightmares," Seamus announced.
"What nightmares?"
"Do you remember how he kept waking us up with his nightmares?"
"Yeah," grumbled Ron.
"What kind of dreams were you really having Harry?" Dean teased.
"No, nimrod!" Seamus exclaimed, resuming his hyper-bouncing. "Those weren't dreams. I'd bet anything that there were six people in this dorm instead of five!" There was a stunned silence.
"Well, what do you know, he finally did get a clue," Neville exclaimed. "Well done, Seamus."
Ron didn't comment for the simple reason that he was completely absorbed with being horrified. His face turned pale under his freckles and his mouth dropped open. "Planning on catching flies there, Ron?" inquired Neville politely. Ron just gaped and made several half-hearted attempts to close his mouth.
"I-I-" he stuttered.
"Am doing a very wonderful impression of a goldfish," Seamus finished. *Thwap* "OW!! Damn! Stop it, Dean." He glared at his best friend, who merely gave him a little smile. Ron gave a small squeal, followed by a moan, and covered his face with his hands.
"H'm, I'd say he just got an unpleasant mental picture," Neville replied. Ron shuddered.
"Didn't have one until now. Thanks, Neville."
"Don't mention it." Ron was silent for a bit.
"Oh my God," he said.
"Ron-" Harry began.
"Oh my god. You- him- here? Ohhh!"
"Ron-"
"You and-? Ohhh, god!"
"Uh-oh. Someone's having a breakdown," Dean said quietly.
"And-? Oh, god-the common room," Ron groaned.
"Harry, really! The common room?" Seamus scolded.
"Beats handcuffs," sighed Neville.
"Hand- Oh god!" Ron moaned.
"Now, now. They're very nice handcuffs," Neville said reassuringly.
"Ohhhhh!"
"I think that was a bit more information than he needed right now," Dean said.
"Handcuffs? Ooo! Do tell!" begged Seamus. *Thwap* "Bastard!" *Smack*
"Seamus!" Dean protested, rubbing his cheek.
"Dean!" Seamus replied, mocking him. "Twit." *Thwap* "Cut that out!"
"Stop it," Harry said softly, stealing a glance at Ron, who still had his face covered and was now rocking back and forth.
"I think he's scarred for life," Neville said cheerfully.
"Yep, complete emotional wreck. Nice going, Harry," remarked Seamus. *Thwap*
"Thanks, Dean."
"No problem, Harry."
Harry sat down next to Ron. "Ron," he called softly. No answer. "Ron?" He put a hand on his shoulder gingerly. Ron yanked away.
"Don't touch me," he said, his voice sounding strangely muffled.
"Ron, please," he begged, touching his face. Again Ron jerked away. Something glistened on Harry's hand. Tears. Ron was crying.
"I said 'don't touch me!'"
"Ron, listen."
"Just go away. I just can't- I just can't talk to you right now. I-I-I just can't" Ron sobbed quietly.
"I understand. You need time." Ron nodded.
"Time. Yeah, time and a sleeping potion."
"We'll get one!" Dean said, dragging Seamus with him.
"So we'll talk-"
"Soon, but not tonight. It's just too much," Ron sighed, wiping his eyes. Harry nodded.
"Whatever you want," he promised.
***
^_^ *sigh* Love Seamus- he's so hyped! SO- What did you think? Suggestions, dearies? Alway open. Oh and I promise no Hermione/Harry. No, no, no! Not in this fic, my dears.
Luv ya!
J. Silver
I have no idea where that last chapter came from. Now I have to fit it in somehow!
And yes, once I start with the complications, I just keep them coming. They just keep piling up and just when things look like they're going smoothly, I throw in another complication, right Marisa? I hope everything's a surprise, cuz it's always a surprise for me!
Thanks to sweet Kerr, Cat Samwise, Becks, Hermione Malfoy, Prongs, Sarah-chan, Tinuveil182 (I was just wondering what happened to you),Krissy, Moondragon, Raggona, AVK, Crystal, sgc_star, Mrrrisa and Vidak, who didn't review but said my writing was good even if he didn't agree with the content. And Sweet Eowyn, who finally got back, Do you really care?! (just a good and overactive imagination), and pande pink, who's just filled with ideas.
Warning: Blatant Seamus abuse.
***
Part Nineteen
Things didn't go well between Ron and Harry either. Ron breezed through the doorway of their dorm and slammed the door shut behind him. Dean, Seamus, and Neville looked up curiously. Harry came in almost immediately afterwards, panting. He had been running around trying to catch Ron all day. "Ron, listen to me."
"Harry, how could you?"
"Ron-"
"I just don't understand. Malfoy?"
"Ron-"
"Why him? Of all goddamned people why to you have to pick the biggest jerk in the universe?"
"Listen-"
"Why?"
"I'd tell you if you'd shut up long enough to listen!" cried Harry, thoroughly exasperated.
"What's going on?" questioned Dean cautiously.
"Harry's screwing Malfoy," Ron replied angrily. Dean's eyes widened.
"How so?" asked Dean, raising his eyebrows.
"I didn't ask for details, but I walked in on them kissing."
"That's no surprise," said Seamus. Everyone turned to stare at him. "Well, he's hot," Seamus explained. *Thwap* Dean smacked him upside the head. "Ouch! What did you hit me for? It's true!" *Thwap* Seamus muttered something and moved from within range of Dean's slap-happy arm.
"You're not helping," Ron muttered to him.
"Was I supposed to be?" Seamus inquired, scratching his head.
"Yes! You're supposed to be with me on this."
"I'm with Harry."
"What? You hate Slytherin!"
"Yes, but that hatred stops abruptly to admire Draco's body," Seamus sighed. *Thump* Dean threw a textbook at him. "Will you quit abusing me? How will I explain a huge bruise on my face to my mum?"
"Tell her you opened your mouth. I'm sure she'll understand," Dean replied calmly.
"Besides, it not just his body. Harry actually loves him," Ron said. Harry was now completely embarrassed. This was not what he wanted at all.
"What? Dean, pass me a piece of parchment and a quill," Seamus requested. Dean passed him the afore mentioned materials. "Neville, who's the director at St. Mungo's?"
"Why?" Neville asked.
"I'm going to write a nice letter recommending that Harry be locked up with all the other nutcases," he answered. Neville winced.
"Real sensitive, Seamus," muttered Dean.
"I thought you were on my side," protested Harry.
"Harry, sex with Draco is one thing. Loving him- well, that's just plain phsyco," Seamus replied, scribbling his note. He jumped up. "Ron, can I borrow your owl?"
"Sure," Ron said with a grin.
"Seamus, sit down," Dean sighed.
"It's for his own good, Dean. The sooner he gets on the road to recovery, the better off he'll be," he explained, bouncing up and down excitedly like someone who just had an enormous amount of sugar.
"Shut up," Dean said.
"Are you gonna make me?" Seamus said bolting for the door. He didn't make it far however before Dean tackled him. "Ouch! Dean! Are you trying to kill me?" he asked, squirming beneath Dean.
"Shut up," Dean repeated.
"Get off!" Seamus huffed. Dean stood and offered his hand to Seamus, who dusted himself off with mock dignity.
Seamus's eyes lit up and he started bouncing again. "Oh- I got it!"
"Got what?" asked Ron.
"A clue?" Dean suggested.
"At long last," sighed Neville.
"Hey!" Seamus called, looking hurt. "Since when are you one to talk about clueless?"
"Don't you know? Neville's a genius in disguise," laughed Harry.
"Sure fooled me," muttered Seamus.
"Oh, you're just jealous," Dean said.
"What have you got, Seamus?" Ron asked. Seamus opened his mouth and suddenly closed it. He frowned.
" I forgot."
"Great! He forgot!" Dean said.
"Figures," mumbled Ron.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! I remember now!" Seamus exclaimed.
"Well, out with it!" Ron cried.
"I figured out Harry's nightmares," Seamus announced.
"What nightmares?"
"Do you remember how he kept waking us up with his nightmares?"
"Yeah," grumbled Ron.
"What kind of dreams were you really having Harry?" Dean teased.
"No, nimrod!" Seamus exclaimed, resuming his hyper-bouncing. "Those weren't dreams. I'd bet anything that there were six people in this dorm instead of five!" There was a stunned silence.
"Well, what do you know, he finally did get a clue," Neville exclaimed. "Well done, Seamus."
Ron didn't comment for the simple reason that he was completely absorbed with being horrified. His face turned pale under his freckles and his mouth dropped open. "Planning on catching flies there, Ron?" inquired Neville politely. Ron just gaped and made several half-hearted attempts to close his mouth.
"I-I-" he stuttered.
"Am doing a very wonderful impression of a goldfish," Seamus finished. *Thwap* "OW!! Damn! Stop it, Dean." He glared at his best friend, who merely gave him a little smile. Ron gave a small squeal, followed by a moan, and covered his face with his hands.
"H'm, I'd say he just got an unpleasant mental picture," Neville replied. Ron shuddered.
"Didn't have one until now. Thanks, Neville."
"Don't mention it." Ron was silent for a bit.
"Oh my God," he said.
"Ron-" Harry began.
"Oh my god. You- him- here? Ohhh!"
"Ron-"
"You and-? Ohhh, god!"
"Uh-oh. Someone's having a breakdown," Dean said quietly.
"And-? Oh, god-the common room," Ron groaned.
"Harry, really! The common room?" Seamus scolded.
"Beats handcuffs," sighed Neville.
"Hand- Oh god!" Ron moaned.
"Now, now. They're very nice handcuffs," Neville said reassuringly.
"Ohhhhh!"
"I think that was a bit more information than he needed right now," Dean said.
"Handcuffs? Ooo! Do tell!" begged Seamus. *Thwap* "Bastard!" *Smack*
"Seamus!" Dean protested, rubbing his cheek.
"Dean!" Seamus replied, mocking him. "Twit." *Thwap* "Cut that out!"
"Stop it," Harry said softly, stealing a glance at Ron, who still had his face covered and was now rocking back and forth.
"I think he's scarred for life," Neville said cheerfully.
"Yep, complete emotional wreck. Nice going, Harry," remarked Seamus. *Thwap*
"Thanks, Dean."
"No problem, Harry."
Harry sat down next to Ron. "Ron," he called softly. No answer. "Ron?" He put a hand on his shoulder gingerly. Ron yanked away.
"Don't touch me," he said, his voice sounding strangely muffled.
"Ron, please," he begged, touching his face. Again Ron jerked away. Something glistened on Harry's hand. Tears. Ron was crying.
"I said 'don't touch me!'"
"Ron, listen."
"Just go away. I just can't- I just can't talk to you right now. I-I-I just can't" Ron sobbed quietly.
"I understand. You need time." Ron nodded.
"Time. Yeah, time and a sleeping potion."
"We'll get one!" Dean said, dragging Seamus with him.
"So we'll talk-"
"Soon, but not tonight. It's just too much," Ron sighed, wiping his eyes. Harry nodded.
"Whatever you want," he promised.
***
^_^ *sigh* Love Seamus- he's so hyped! SO- What did you think? Suggestions, dearies? Alway open. Oh and I promise no Hermione/Harry. No, no, no! Not in this fic, my dears.
Luv ya!
J. Silver