TITLE: Thank God for Spitballs Part 2
AUTHOR: Becca
E-MAIL: lordsbecca@yahoo.com
WEBSITE: http://potterpeepz.homestead.com
RATING: PG-13 (Only because some people are too immature to read this)
CATEGORY: Slasher! (Same gender romance)
ARCHIVE: Pheonixx's site-yes. Eliza's site-yes. Anywhere else-email me first!
SUMMARY: After writing "Thank God for Spitballs", some friends wanted more. So here it is!
**DISCLAIMER: Roses are red, violets are blue, me no own, so you no sue!
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I hadn't told Ron and Hermionie yet-I was afraid. How was I supposed to tell them that I, Harry Potter, was going out with Draco Malfoy? I just prayed that they would understand. But that was a long shot. The fact of me liking a guy was no sweat. The problem was, was that it was Draco Malfoy. I just hoped I had friends after all this.
I took a large breath and sighed. I was about to walking to the library, where I would face my best friends, and tell them I was er, in "love" with Draco. Afterwards, I planned to go see Draco, and tell them how it went.
I walked into the large, open library, and found where Ron and Hermionie were sitting. They sat, chatting unknowing to the fact that their best friend was going with their worst enemy.
"Hey!" Ron greeted, as a smile swept over his face. "Gosh, I haven't seen you forever! Where have you been?"
I sighed again. I didn't want to, but I had to tell them. "Well, I've uh...been...seeing someone."
"You're dating?!" Hermionie smiled.
All I could do was nod.
"Oh! Who?" she asked.
"Yeah man! Is she hot?" asked Ron, who gave me a wink.
I lowered my head. "Er, she's not exactly a..."she"..."
My friends just stared at me.
Ron broke the silence-by laughing. "That's funny, Harry! But, seriously...who is it?"
I sighed. Would they believe me? "I'm not kidding, Ron. It's Draco." I raised my head to look at the reaction. It wasn't pretty. Ron's face had turned a pale green, and Hermionie's looked so white, it was like she was frozen.
"Please," I begged, worried they would walk out and leave me. "Please respect my decision to do this. I mean, I can't not do this. It's what I want to do, and what I think is right."
Hermionie spoke: "Harry, I don't think there's anything wrong with that, but...I mean, Draco Malfoy? Are you sure this isn't a trick to try and humiliate you in front of the entire school?"
"No!" I screamed defensively. "Draco wouldn't do that! Don't you see, the only reason he teased me was because he liked me." Ron raised an eyebrow. "You know," I explained, "reverse psychology?"
Ron rubbed his hands over his face and sighed. "I can't believe this..."
The doors to the library opened, and Draco walked in. I frowned. I didn't want him to be there while I embarrassed myself by telling my best friends that I was gay. And not just gay, but gay with Draco.
Draco walked up behind me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "I hope your friends have handled this well," he said, glaring at Ron and Hermionie.
Ron's eyes narrowed. "Gee Harry," Ron said to me, though he was looking at Draco, "If Mal-er, Draco pretended to hate you because he liked you, he must be in love with me."
Draco sighed. "I guess not." He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I'll let you finish, then come up to my room. The password is 'Mudblood'."
I nodded, and watched Draco walk off. His hips swayed, ever so slightly. He seemed to hold himself differently ever since the day he attacked me with spitballs-more confident and reassured of himself. The change that had taken over his attitude was incredible. The world was being blessed with his amazing smile a lot more then usual, and both of us were excelling at school. While I helped Draco with Transfiguration and Magical Creatures, Draco helped me with Potions. We even traded ideas for Quidditch moves.
Once gone, Hermionie banged her head against the table. "Harry, do you realize what you're doing?"
I shook my head.
"You are siding with the enemy. Did you forget? Lucius Malfoy is a Death Eater! You side with him, you side with Voldemort-which means you betray everything you yourself stand for." She sighed. "I don't care if you're gay Harry. There is nothing wrong with that. But I do have a problem with you dating a Death Eater!"
I stood quickly from my chair, ballistic. "Just because his father is a DE, doesn't mean he is! Draco's different. He's better then all the other Slytherins. Can't you see that?"
Hermionie's eyes were full of pity. "I'm sorry Harry," she said. "But no. I can't see it."
"Fine." I yelled. "You don't want to be with Draco? Then you won't be with me!"
I stormed out. I knew I had overreacted, but I couldn't take the fact that my friends weren't going to support me. I needed them now-I knew the whole school was going to be on my case by the next morning. I waned Ron and Hermionie to stand up for me, but I knew they were going to side with everyone one else.
I stood up in front of the Slytherin painting.
I had to talk with Draco.
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End of part two! Stay tuned for part three after this break! ::plays corny commercial music::
AUTHOR: Becca
E-MAIL: lordsbecca@yahoo.com
WEBSITE: http://potterpeepz.homestead.com
RATING: PG-13 (Only because some people are too immature to read this)
CATEGORY: Slasher! (Same gender romance)
ARCHIVE: Pheonixx's site-yes. Eliza's site-yes. Anywhere else-email me first!
SUMMARY: After writing "Thank God for Spitballs", some friends wanted more. So here it is!
**DISCLAIMER: Roses are red, violets are blue, me no own, so you no sue!
^*^*^
I hadn't told Ron and Hermionie yet-I was afraid. How was I supposed to tell them that I, Harry Potter, was going out with Draco Malfoy? I just prayed that they would understand. But that was a long shot. The fact of me liking a guy was no sweat. The problem was, was that it was Draco Malfoy. I just hoped I had friends after all this.
I took a large breath and sighed. I was about to walking to the library, where I would face my best friends, and tell them I was er, in "love" with Draco. Afterwards, I planned to go see Draco, and tell them how it went.
I walked into the large, open library, and found where Ron and Hermionie were sitting. They sat, chatting unknowing to the fact that their best friend was going with their worst enemy.
"Hey!" Ron greeted, as a smile swept over his face. "Gosh, I haven't seen you forever! Where have you been?"
I sighed again. I didn't want to, but I had to tell them. "Well, I've uh...been...seeing someone."
"You're dating?!" Hermionie smiled.
All I could do was nod.
"Oh! Who?" she asked.
"Yeah man! Is she hot?" asked Ron, who gave me a wink.
I lowered my head. "Er, she's not exactly a..."she"..."
My friends just stared at me.
Ron broke the silence-by laughing. "That's funny, Harry! But, seriously...who is it?"
I sighed. Would they believe me? "I'm not kidding, Ron. It's Draco." I raised my head to look at the reaction. It wasn't pretty. Ron's face had turned a pale green, and Hermionie's looked so white, it was like she was frozen.
"Please," I begged, worried they would walk out and leave me. "Please respect my decision to do this. I mean, I can't not do this. It's what I want to do, and what I think is right."
Hermionie spoke: "Harry, I don't think there's anything wrong with that, but...I mean, Draco Malfoy? Are you sure this isn't a trick to try and humiliate you in front of the entire school?"
"No!" I screamed defensively. "Draco wouldn't do that! Don't you see, the only reason he teased me was because he liked me." Ron raised an eyebrow. "You know," I explained, "reverse psychology?"
Ron rubbed his hands over his face and sighed. "I can't believe this..."
The doors to the library opened, and Draco walked in. I frowned. I didn't want him to be there while I embarrassed myself by telling my best friends that I was gay. And not just gay, but gay with Draco.
Draco walked up behind me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "I hope your friends have handled this well," he said, glaring at Ron and Hermionie.
Ron's eyes narrowed. "Gee Harry," Ron said to me, though he was looking at Draco, "If Mal-er, Draco pretended to hate you because he liked you, he must be in love with me."
Draco sighed. "I guess not." He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I'll let you finish, then come up to my room. The password is 'Mudblood'."
I nodded, and watched Draco walk off. His hips swayed, ever so slightly. He seemed to hold himself differently ever since the day he attacked me with spitballs-more confident and reassured of himself. The change that had taken over his attitude was incredible. The world was being blessed with his amazing smile a lot more then usual, and both of us were excelling at school. While I helped Draco with Transfiguration and Magical Creatures, Draco helped me with Potions. We even traded ideas for Quidditch moves.
Once gone, Hermionie banged her head against the table. "Harry, do you realize what you're doing?"
I shook my head.
"You are siding with the enemy. Did you forget? Lucius Malfoy is a Death Eater! You side with him, you side with Voldemort-which means you betray everything you yourself stand for." She sighed. "I don't care if you're gay Harry. There is nothing wrong with that. But I do have a problem with you dating a Death Eater!"
I stood quickly from my chair, ballistic. "Just because his father is a DE, doesn't mean he is! Draco's different. He's better then all the other Slytherins. Can't you see that?"
Hermionie's eyes were full of pity. "I'm sorry Harry," she said. "But no. I can't see it."
"Fine." I yelled. "You don't want to be with Draco? Then you won't be with me!"
I stormed out. I knew I had overreacted, but I couldn't take the fact that my friends weren't going to support me. I needed them now-I knew the whole school was going to be on my case by the next morning. I waned Ron and Hermionie to stand up for me, but I knew they were going to side with everyone one else.
I stood up in front of the Slytherin painting.
I had to talk with Draco.
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End of part two! Stay tuned for part three after this break! ::plays corny commercial music::