A/N: Hello, m'dears! Miss me? It was very nice to see how many people had me on their favorites list and author alert. Sorry I haven't posted in awhile, but I was banned from the computer.
Thank you to:Crystal,lil_gemini,Hermione Malfoy, Raggona, miss breed, Sarah-chan, Kris/Star Lin, do you really care ?! (my unresponsible reader. Tsk, tsk), Lindsay Beth, Prongs, Lelio/Kerr, Sophia Luna, I_Wuv_Ron, Mystica,and Tinuviel 182.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed "Amalia" and "Final Thoughts" I'm so glad you liked them, especially the poem, cuz I always say poetry's not my thing.
Much love to Becks, who told me why this story's more addictive than Pringles.
Special thanks to Cat Samwise, who came up with a plot, even though she has repeatedly threatened the person who asked for it in the first place.
Watch out! I think this is where things get confusing (as if they weren't already.)
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Part Twenty-One (fourth version)
Draco, who was feeling particularly elated over the events in Potions, was resisting the urge to devour Harry completely and failing miserably. He traced a path with his tongue from Harry's navel to his nipple, sucking briefly before capturing his lips. He pulled Harry closer, every inch of their bodies touching. Psyched as he was, he was beginning to feel deterred by Harry's lack of enthusiasm. He ran his tongue along his neck. Nothing. Not even a shiver.
"What's wrong, lamb?" he asked, smiling ever so slightly.
"What happened to Hermione today-" Harry paused.
"Yes?"
"It wasn't on purpose, was it?"
"I'm hurt you would think that," Draco replied, pouting. "The crocodile's tears completley slipped my mind. I din't think she'd pass out from pain." *So soon. Wuss* he thought bitterly.
"I'm sorry. It's just that-"
"Granger and I don't play well together?" Draco interrupted.Harry nodded. "Don't worry. I'm sure we can reach some kind of - arrangement."
Harry gave a small frown at the way he said arrangement. It didn't sound right. But Drtaco kissed him again, and all other thoughts vanished. Nothing mattered but Draco's soft lips on his and his tongue, which Harry was desperately trying to find. He pulled away. Draco sighed.
"What now?" he demanded, impatience creeping into his voice.
"It's Ron," Harry replied. *Oh, fuck me,* Draco swore silently. He ran his hand thorugh his silvery hair.
"What about Weasley?"
"This entire things seems to upset him. I don't think he understands this whole thing yet."
"Go talk to him."
"What? Now?"
"Can you think of a better time?"
"Are you serious?"
"It is apparent to me that if Weasley doesn't get it, I don't get any. Go. Make him get it."
"Oh, and here I thought you were trying to be sweet," Harry teased.
"Sweet? You should know better. I'm just in it for the sex," Draco joked.
"Really?" said Harry, raising an eyebrow. "Why don't you just go after Pansy then? I'm sure she'd be happy to serve." His eyes flashed momentarily. Draco embraced him.
"You know perfectly well why I don't go after Pansy. One, she's repulsive. Two, even if she weren't, she's not you."
"Good answer," Harry replied, kissing him passionately.
"I'm glad you thought so," Draco murmured, eyes half-closed.
Harry tore away and began fastening his robe. "What now?" asked Draco.
"I'm going to talk to Ron."
"Now?"
"Can you think of a better time?"
"Oh, sure. Use my own words against me."
"Okay," Harry said brightly. "See you later," he called, walking out.
"Damn," Draco muttered with a smile, "I really screwed myself over on that one."
Harry found Ron alone in the Gryffindor common room, staring at a table. "You know," he began, not turning to look at Harry,"I don't think I'll ever be able to look at that table the same way again." Harry blushed when he realized that it was the table where he and Draco had been caught kissing. "Do you think Filch will kill me slowly or quickly in a fit of rage if i burn it?"
"Slowly, knowing Filch," Harry answered.
"Very slowly," Ron agreed.
"ROn, we need to talk."
"I think walking in on your best friend swapping spit with your worst enemy might be a little beyond talking."
"Look, I realize you probably feel betrayed-"
"Betrayed? God, Harry, betrayed doesn't cover the half of it!"
"What then?"
"It's a whole slew of things. Betrayed is one of them, but I'm also confused, angry, guilty, and upset. Part of me is even glad."
"Glad?" echoed Harry.
"Yes, because it means you won't be repulsed when I do this." Ron kissed him softly. It was nothing like Draco's kisses of burning ice. Instead it was like warm sunlight. Ron pulled away and ran upstairs. He wasn't the only one confused.
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^_^ Oh, dear! Everybody wants Harry! I guess that's what happens when you're sweet and hot! *thwap* Ouch! Well, it's true! Our angel Draco doesn't fall for just anybody, ya know! *grin* Review, darlings!
Luv ya!
J.Silver
Thank you to:Crystal,lil_gemini,Hermione Malfoy, Raggona, miss breed, Sarah-chan, Kris/Star Lin, do you really care ?! (my unresponsible reader. Tsk, tsk), Lindsay Beth, Prongs, Lelio/Kerr, Sophia Luna, I_Wuv_Ron, Mystica,and Tinuviel 182.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed "Amalia" and "Final Thoughts" I'm so glad you liked them, especially the poem, cuz I always say poetry's not my thing.
Much love to Becks, who told me why this story's more addictive than Pringles.
Special thanks to Cat Samwise, who came up with a plot, even though she has repeatedly threatened the person who asked for it in the first place.
Watch out! I think this is where things get confusing (as if they weren't already.)
***
Part Twenty-One (fourth version)
Draco, who was feeling particularly elated over the events in Potions, was resisting the urge to devour Harry completely and failing miserably. He traced a path with his tongue from Harry's navel to his nipple, sucking briefly before capturing his lips. He pulled Harry closer, every inch of their bodies touching. Psyched as he was, he was beginning to feel deterred by Harry's lack of enthusiasm. He ran his tongue along his neck. Nothing. Not even a shiver.
"What's wrong, lamb?" he asked, smiling ever so slightly.
"What happened to Hermione today-" Harry paused.
"Yes?"
"It wasn't on purpose, was it?"
"I'm hurt you would think that," Draco replied, pouting. "The crocodile's tears completley slipped my mind. I din't think she'd pass out from pain." *So soon. Wuss* he thought bitterly.
"I'm sorry. It's just that-"
"Granger and I don't play well together?" Draco interrupted.Harry nodded. "Don't worry. I'm sure we can reach some kind of - arrangement."
Harry gave a small frown at the way he said arrangement. It didn't sound right. But Drtaco kissed him again, and all other thoughts vanished. Nothing mattered but Draco's soft lips on his and his tongue, which Harry was desperately trying to find. He pulled away. Draco sighed.
"What now?" he demanded, impatience creeping into his voice.
"It's Ron," Harry replied. *Oh, fuck me,* Draco swore silently. He ran his hand thorugh his silvery hair.
"What about Weasley?"
"This entire things seems to upset him. I don't think he understands this whole thing yet."
"Go talk to him."
"What? Now?"
"Can you think of a better time?"
"Are you serious?"
"It is apparent to me that if Weasley doesn't get it, I don't get any. Go. Make him get it."
"Oh, and here I thought you were trying to be sweet," Harry teased.
"Sweet? You should know better. I'm just in it for the sex," Draco joked.
"Really?" said Harry, raising an eyebrow. "Why don't you just go after Pansy then? I'm sure she'd be happy to serve." His eyes flashed momentarily. Draco embraced him.
"You know perfectly well why I don't go after Pansy. One, she's repulsive. Two, even if she weren't, she's not you."
"Good answer," Harry replied, kissing him passionately.
"I'm glad you thought so," Draco murmured, eyes half-closed.
Harry tore away and began fastening his robe. "What now?" asked Draco.
"I'm going to talk to Ron."
"Now?"
"Can you think of a better time?"
"Oh, sure. Use my own words against me."
"Okay," Harry said brightly. "See you later," he called, walking out.
"Damn," Draco muttered with a smile, "I really screwed myself over on that one."
Harry found Ron alone in the Gryffindor common room, staring at a table. "You know," he began, not turning to look at Harry,"I don't think I'll ever be able to look at that table the same way again." Harry blushed when he realized that it was the table where he and Draco had been caught kissing. "Do you think Filch will kill me slowly or quickly in a fit of rage if i burn it?"
"Slowly, knowing Filch," Harry answered.
"Very slowly," Ron agreed.
"ROn, we need to talk."
"I think walking in on your best friend swapping spit with your worst enemy might be a little beyond talking."
"Look, I realize you probably feel betrayed-"
"Betrayed? God, Harry, betrayed doesn't cover the half of it!"
"What then?"
"It's a whole slew of things. Betrayed is one of them, but I'm also confused, angry, guilty, and upset. Part of me is even glad."
"Glad?" echoed Harry.
"Yes, because it means you won't be repulsed when I do this." Ron kissed him softly. It was nothing like Draco's kisses of burning ice. Instead it was like warm sunlight. Ron pulled away and ran upstairs. He wasn't the only one confused.
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^_^ Oh, dear! Everybody wants Harry! I guess that's what happens when you're sweet and hot! *thwap* Ouch! Well, it's true! Our angel Draco doesn't fall for just anybody, ya know! *grin* Review, darlings!
Luv ya!
J.Silver