A/N: Here we go. I've got Ron/Neville, Vincent makes another appearance, and Harry and Draco knock each other senseless. (It get's messy, dears.)
Thanks to Glace de Slytherin (major points for your review.),Cat Samwise, Beth825, cari and nori, Calamity, miss breed, Dreamer, SteerpikeSister, Spookygirl,^_~, Abbey, Tinuviel 182, Mystica (suggestion noted), Prongs, Lindsay Beth, Tom Riddlpley (thank you), Krissy, Marisa, and Lelio.
Appologies to Krissy, who actually likes Pansy.
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Harry gave a startled cry and ran back to the Gryffindor dorms. He slammed open the door, walking in on Ron and Neville at the same point Hermione caught them. Neville buried his face in Ron's shoulder and laughed. Ron swore. "Sorry," Harry mumbled. He sat down on the bed and put his chin in his hands.
"What's wrong?" Neville asked. Harry couldn't form words. "C'mon, Harry. Don't make us use veritaserum," he coaxed.
"We won't," Ron said quickly. "Then we'd get too much information."
"DracokissedPansy," Harry mumbled.
"What? I couldn't understand a word," Ron said. Neville repeated what Harry said slowly. Ron's face drained of color.
"That bastard. I'll kill him," he swore.
"Ron-" Neville began.
"You're not suggesting I sit and do nothing?"
"No, but let's hear everything first."
"You sound like 'Mione."
"There's a lot of that going around," Harry muttered.
"What happened?"
"I walked around the corner and they were kissing."
"Are you sure?"
"You may think I'm an idiot, Neville, but I know what kissing looks like and that was it."
"I don't think you're an idiot, just a bit dense. Could you have misinterpreted it?"
"Neville, how do you misinterpret Draco's tongue down Pansy's throat?" Ron demanded. Neville shuddered.
"God, awful mental image."
"Hah! I owed you one," Ron said gleefully.
"Good question," Harry remarked.
"Harry, he wouldn't," Neville insisted.
"He did!" exclaimed Ron.
"But there's got to be a reason-"
"He's a slimy git!"
"Ron-"
"What else would you call him?"
"Misunderstood."
"Nev, that's something entirely different."
"Is it?"
"Forget it! I'm going someplace where people aren't kissing!" Harry yelled, storming off. Ron and Neville were silent for a moment.
"Well," Ron began, "shall we continue?" Neville smiled.
*
Harry was on his way to Hagrid's when he ran into Vincent. "Hello again," Vincent said.
" 'Lo," Harry muttered.
"Something bothering you?" Harry paused for a moment. He shouldn't tell Vincent, but... "Does this have anything to do with Draco?" Harry gave a forced smile.
"No, of course not. What makes you think that?"
"Because Draco was upset about you yesterday."
"Why would he care about me?"
"You're his boyfriend," Vincent remarked. Harry's jaw dropped. Vincent laughed. "It's kind of hard to sleep through the rattling of handcuffs. Never would have picked you as one for accessories." Harry felt the familiar blush of embarrassment creep over his face.
"Does anybody else know?"
"Nope. I cast a soundproofing charm right away. Draco's er- sex life is not something that needs to be shared. His father-"
"I know," Harry whispered.
"What was he angry about?" he asked.
" He muttered something about 'sneaky', 'Weasley' and 'can't believe him' and more stuff along those lines. Mentioned a kiss."
"Oh, shit. You mean to say-"
"Well, it sounds like he thought you cheated on him."
"But-"
"You wouldn't do that."
"Course not."
"Tell him that," Vincent said. Harry thought for a moment and smiled.
"Thank you, so much. For a while I thought-"
"That Draco had left you for Pansy?" Harry nodded. "Draco would chose torture over her."
"Same thing," Harry replied.
"Dear God, you're starting to sound like him!"
"Am I?"
"Yes, but you're wasting time. Go after him."
Harry ran back to the Gryffindor dorms for his invisibility cloak and ran all the way to the Slytherin dorms, slipping in behind some first years. He took it off instantly. "Draco!" he called.
"Go away," he replied sullenly. Harry turned to see him lying on his bed.
"No, we have to talk."
"No, we don't."
"I can explain."
"Don't waste your breath."
"Look it was just once and it was a mistake!"
"I'll bet."
"Ron was confused and he just kissed me and he ran off and-"
"Weasley! Why don't you just go and have a threesome with him and Granger?" Draco snapped, rising to his feet.
"Well, if you didn't know about Ron- Wait. What does Hermione have to do with all this?"
"Everything! I saw you kissing the little mudblood whore yesterday!"
"Wha-Whoa! You saw me kissing Hermione?"
"Yes, so don't even try to deny it."
"She was upset. She walked in on Ron and Neville and she started crying. I comforted her and she gave me a friendly kiss. *That's all.*"
"Weasley and Longbottom? Excuse me while I throw up!" Draco yelled, making a face.
"Hey!"
"Wonderful! Just fucking wonderful. Now you can all have a big orgy."
That was it. Draco was acting like a two-year-old. He wasn't listening at all. How could somebody be so stubborn? Harry went over to him and pushed him onto the bed. He kissed him, hard. "Look," Harry began, unfastening Draco's robes. "I didn't sneak into Hermione or Ron's dorms."
"You wouldn't- have to sneak into- Weasley's dorm. You live- in the same one," Draco gasped, running his fingers through Harry's hair as he deliverd kisses all over his body.
"But I didn't go to him. I never have." Harry said, unfastening his own robe. "I sneaked into yours. Do you know why?"
"Why?" Draco asked.
"Because I don't want Ron or Neville or Hermione. I just want you. Only you."
Draco pulled Harry to him and kissed him. "Good answer," he said.
"Glad you thought so," Harry replied, kissing Draco's neck, shivering when he felt Draco run his tongue up his neck. Draco nibbled Harry's ear, biting him a little too hard when Harry's hands moved lower.
"Don't go," he whispered.
"Go? I just got here."
"Stay."
"How long?"
"Always."
"Whatever you want," Harry promised.
***
Okay. They didn't knock each other senseless. Happy, dears? Review!
Luv ya!
J. Silver
Thanks to Glace de Slytherin (major points for your review.),Cat Samwise, Beth825, cari and nori, Calamity, miss breed, Dreamer, SteerpikeSister, Spookygirl,^_~, Abbey, Tinuviel 182, Mystica (suggestion noted), Prongs, Lindsay Beth, Tom Riddlpley (thank you), Krissy, Marisa, and Lelio.
Appologies to Krissy, who actually likes Pansy.
***
Harry gave a startled cry and ran back to the Gryffindor dorms. He slammed open the door, walking in on Ron and Neville at the same point Hermione caught them. Neville buried his face in Ron's shoulder and laughed. Ron swore. "Sorry," Harry mumbled. He sat down on the bed and put his chin in his hands.
"What's wrong?" Neville asked. Harry couldn't form words. "C'mon, Harry. Don't make us use veritaserum," he coaxed.
"We won't," Ron said quickly. "Then we'd get too much information."
"DracokissedPansy," Harry mumbled.
"What? I couldn't understand a word," Ron said. Neville repeated what Harry said slowly. Ron's face drained of color.
"That bastard. I'll kill him," he swore.
"Ron-" Neville began.
"You're not suggesting I sit and do nothing?"
"No, but let's hear everything first."
"You sound like 'Mione."
"There's a lot of that going around," Harry muttered.
"What happened?"
"I walked around the corner and they were kissing."
"Are you sure?"
"You may think I'm an idiot, Neville, but I know what kissing looks like and that was it."
"I don't think you're an idiot, just a bit dense. Could you have misinterpreted it?"
"Neville, how do you misinterpret Draco's tongue down Pansy's throat?" Ron demanded. Neville shuddered.
"God, awful mental image."
"Hah! I owed you one," Ron said gleefully.
"Good question," Harry remarked.
"Harry, he wouldn't," Neville insisted.
"He did!" exclaimed Ron.
"But there's got to be a reason-"
"He's a slimy git!"
"Ron-"
"What else would you call him?"
"Misunderstood."
"Nev, that's something entirely different."
"Is it?"
"Forget it! I'm going someplace where people aren't kissing!" Harry yelled, storming off. Ron and Neville were silent for a moment.
"Well," Ron began, "shall we continue?" Neville smiled.
*
Harry was on his way to Hagrid's when he ran into Vincent. "Hello again," Vincent said.
" 'Lo," Harry muttered.
"Something bothering you?" Harry paused for a moment. He shouldn't tell Vincent, but... "Does this have anything to do with Draco?" Harry gave a forced smile.
"No, of course not. What makes you think that?"
"Because Draco was upset about you yesterday."
"Why would he care about me?"
"You're his boyfriend," Vincent remarked. Harry's jaw dropped. Vincent laughed. "It's kind of hard to sleep through the rattling of handcuffs. Never would have picked you as one for accessories." Harry felt the familiar blush of embarrassment creep over his face.
"Does anybody else know?"
"Nope. I cast a soundproofing charm right away. Draco's er- sex life is not something that needs to be shared. His father-"
"I know," Harry whispered.
"What was he angry about?" he asked.
" He muttered something about 'sneaky', 'Weasley' and 'can't believe him' and more stuff along those lines. Mentioned a kiss."
"Oh, shit. You mean to say-"
"Well, it sounds like he thought you cheated on him."
"But-"
"You wouldn't do that."
"Course not."
"Tell him that," Vincent said. Harry thought for a moment and smiled.
"Thank you, so much. For a while I thought-"
"That Draco had left you for Pansy?" Harry nodded. "Draco would chose torture over her."
"Same thing," Harry replied.
"Dear God, you're starting to sound like him!"
"Am I?"
"Yes, but you're wasting time. Go after him."
Harry ran back to the Gryffindor dorms for his invisibility cloak and ran all the way to the Slytherin dorms, slipping in behind some first years. He took it off instantly. "Draco!" he called.
"Go away," he replied sullenly. Harry turned to see him lying on his bed.
"No, we have to talk."
"No, we don't."
"I can explain."
"Don't waste your breath."
"Look it was just once and it was a mistake!"
"I'll bet."
"Ron was confused and he just kissed me and he ran off and-"
"Weasley! Why don't you just go and have a threesome with him and Granger?" Draco snapped, rising to his feet.
"Well, if you didn't know about Ron- Wait. What does Hermione have to do with all this?"
"Everything! I saw you kissing the little mudblood whore yesterday!"
"Wha-Whoa! You saw me kissing Hermione?"
"Yes, so don't even try to deny it."
"She was upset. She walked in on Ron and Neville and she started crying. I comforted her and she gave me a friendly kiss. *That's all.*"
"Weasley and Longbottom? Excuse me while I throw up!" Draco yelled, making a face.
"Hey!"
"Wonderful! Just fucking wonderful. Now you can all have a big orgy."
That was it. Draco was acting like a two-year-old. He wasn't listening at all. How could somebody be so stubborn? Harry went over to him and pushed him onto the bed. He kissed him, hard. "Look," Harry began, unfastening Draco's robes. "I didn't sneak into Hermione or Ron's dorms."
"You wouldn't- have to sneak into- Weasley's dorm. You live- in the same one," Draco gasped, running his fingers through Harry's hair as he deliverd kisses all over his body.
"But I didn't go to him. I never have." Harry said, unfastening his own robe. "I sneaked into yours. Do you know why?"
"Why?" Draco asked.
"Because I don't want Ron or Neville or Hermione. I just want you. Only you."
Draco pulled Harry to him and kissed him. "Good answer," he said.
"Glad you thought so," Harry replied, kissing Draco's neck, shivering when he felt Draco run his tongue up his neck. Draco nibbled Harry's ear, biting him a little too hard when Harry's hands moved lower.
"Don't go," he whispered.
"Go? I just got here."
"Stay."
"How long?"
"Always."
"Whatever you want," Harry promised.
***
Okay. They didn't knock each other senseless. Happy, dears? Review!
Luv ya!
J. Silver