TITLE: Thank God for Spitballs prt 3
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 (and readers) wanted more. So here it is! *To view part two and one, look up "Thank God for Spitballs". Thankies!*
**DISCLAIMER: Roses are red, violets are blue, me no own, so you no sue! Ahh...this also means you WB. Isn't it wonderful knowing one of the richest companies can't sue you for dumb reasons? Lets me sleep at night!
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"Mudblood," I spat, sneering at the word. Saying the word made me realize just how different Draco and I really were. While I respected the Muggles and Muggle-borns, Draco was even part of a...er..."club" which destroyed them. *(A/N: ever notice how the Death Eaters are like the KKK?)* How would this affect our future?
But I jut laughed as the picture swung open and allowed me to walk into the Slytherin common room. Why was I even thinking about a serious future with Draco? We hadn't even been going out for a month. I couldn't believe I was thinking about a future, a serious future, with Draco Malfoy.
There were about twenty Slytherin's in the common room-more then I was hoping for. A few jumped at the site of me, others rubbed their knuckles, preparing for a fight.
"Harry!" said a voice in the common room.
I looked up to see Pansy walked towards me, with narrowed eyes. "Yes?" I asked.
She slapped me across the face. "Draco dumped me, you little shit!"
I frowned. "It's not my fault," I said, defending myself. "I mean, just because you didn't please him..."
She slapped me again. "Little bastard! It is too your fault! If you hadn't been absolutely revolting and kissed him, he'd still be mine!"
"What do you have against gays, Pansy?" I asked. "What the hell is so wrong with us? We're people too!"
"You gays and lesbians are freaks of nature! You're disturbing and queer...you're all bizarre!"
"You're prejudice," I stated. "Prejudice against Muggles, Muggle-borns, gays, lesbians...might as well be prejudice against everyone and never talk to anyone ever again."
Draco walked into the common room from a long staircase. "Pansy, leave him alone." He beckoned to me. "C'mon, we'll go to my room so others won't give us shit."
I followed Draco up the steps, and into a cold room. It was his, no doubt, because he had plastered pictures of me playing Quidditch all over the walls. My pictures didn't even notice me, they were all staring at Draco. I blushed, not knowing how to react to it. Was I supposed to say something, or just pretend like it was normal? Did he think I was doing the same in my room (which I wasn't)?
Draco noticed I was uncomfortable. "Harry, I don't expect you to do the same. I mean, you're in the same room with Ron, aren't you? My father has been paying the school for a private room." He began to blush. "I've actually had these up for a while."
It was my turn to blush. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, and my face get hot. "Yeah, if I did it, Ron would attack me," I said, defending my reasons. "And then there's Dean, and Seamus, and I'm sure Neville would hate it, but I don't think he'd say anything. Not unless it started scaring him and giving him nightmares!" I laughed, trying to make it sound like a joke-though I was serious.
Draco lightly laughed, and sat down on his bed. He stopped laughing and his face showed that he was serious. "What did Hermione and Ron say?"
I lowered my head and sat on the bed next to him. "They hate the idea," I sighed. "They don't mind that I'm gay, but the fact that I'm going out with you bothers them." I shook my head, and raised it so it was even with Draco's. "And frankly Draco, I can't say that I don't agree with them. We're so different, you and I. I-I don't know. I mean, you're working for Voldemort."
Draco stared. "Yeah? So?"
My mouth gaped. "Don't you get it? You're the predator, and I'm the pray. That's not strange to you? It's like a bear going out with a salmon."
Draco smiled. "No, you're much cuter then a salmon." He leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips. I pulled away.
"No, Draco, this isn't right. It doesn't even feel right."
"What are you talking about, Harry?" Draco took my hand and lightly rubbed it. "I've never done anything that has felt so right. We're perfect, you and me."
"Draco, no we're not." I pulled my and away. "We're not perfect. You wish to rid the world of Muggles and Muggle-borns. And here I am, living with Muggles, best friends with a Muggle-born. Don't you understand? We don't work. Not unless we change our ways. We're going to have to compromise." My frowned became more sullen. "Besides, what about your father?"
Draco sighed, and his head fell into his hands. "My father doesn't know, and I don't want him to."
"Why not?"
Draco laughed. "Harry, c'mon. You actually have to ask? Do you *know* what my father will do to me if he finds out you and I are..." He shook his head. "No, I can't tell him. Besides, then he'd tell Voldemort, and it'll become a huge mess. I can't risk it. I can't risk what we have right now."
I lowered my head and nodded. I didn't want to admit it, but the relationship I was having with Draco was hurting both of us, more then we'd like. It was a Romeo and Juliet scenario: we came from two different worlds, both of which didn't want us to be together. It was going to be hard, if we were going to try and make it work. In fact, I was positive this wasn't going work. The toll it was taking on my sleeping, and my friendships was harsh, and I'm sure it was hurting him as well.
"Harry?" Draco asked, concern filling his voice. "What's wrong?"
"Draco, I think it best if we..."
Draco's head fell, and he slowly nodded.
"It's not because of you, but our past, and the fact we're just two different people. It would be best if we didn't see each other."
"Yes, Harry," Draco said. "I think you're right. We should stop while we're ahead."
I gave him a kiss on the cheek and he smiled softly. I stood and walked to the door. My pictures were crying, and I knew I wanted to as well.
"Good-bye, Draco," I said.
"Good-bye, Harry."
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::Leans back in chair, smiling and satisfied:: What? You want *more*? Oy vay...well, review/email at let me know if you want more or not. I think that was a good ending. ::runs when sees a reader's pissed off look:: Okay! But I'll only write more if you tell me to! Jeez...calm down. It's up to you to bring Harry and Draco back together. Remember: Romeo and Juliet eventually got together. They got together in *heaven*, but together non the less!
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 (and readers) wanted more. So here it is! *To view part two and one, look up "Thank God for Spitballs". Thankies!*
**DISCLAIMER: Roses are red, violets are blue, me no own, so you no sue! Ahh...this also means you WB. Isn't it wonderful knowing one of the richest companies can't sue you for dumb reasons? Lets me sleep at night!
^*^*^
"Mudblood," I spat, sneering at the word. Saying the word made me realize just how different Draco and I really were. While I respected the Muggles and Muggle-borns, Draco was even part of a...er..."club" which destroyed them. *(A/N: ever notice how the Death Eaters are like the KKK?)* How would this affect our future?
But I jut laughed as the picture swung open and allowed me to walk into the Slytherin common room. Why was I even thinking about a serious future with Draco? We hadn't even been going out for a month. I couldn't believe I was thinking about a future, a serious future, with Draco Malfoy.
There were about twenty Slytherin's in the common room-more then I was hoping for. A few jumped at the site of me, others rubbed their knuckles, preparing for a fight.
"Harry!" said a voice in the common room.
I looked up to see Pansy walked towards me, with narrowed eyes. "Yes?" I asked.
She slapped me across the face. "Draco dumped me, you little shit!"
I frowned. "It's not my fault," I said, defending myself. "I mean, just because you didn't please him..."
She slapped me again. "Little bastard! It is too your fault! If you hadn't been absolutely revolting and kissed him, he'd still be mine!"
"What do you have against gays, Pansy?" I asked. "What the hell is so wrong with us? We're people too!"
"You gays and lesbians are freaks of nature! You're disturbing and queer...you're all bizarre!"
"You're prejudice," I stated. "Prejudice against Muggles, Muggle-borns, gays, lesbians...might as well be prejudice against everyone and never talk to anyone ever again."
Draco walked into the common room from a long staircase. "Pansy, leave him alone." He beckoned to me. "C'mon, we'll go to my room so others won't give us shit."
I followed Draco up the steps, and into a cold room. It was his, no doubt, because he had plastered pictures of me playing Quidditch all over the walls. My pictures didn't even notice me, they were all staring at Draco. I blushed, not knowing how to react to it. Was I supposed to say something, or just pretend like it was normal? Did he think I was doing the same in my room (which I wasn't)?
Draco noticed I was uncomfortable. "Harry, I don't expect you to do the same. I mean, you're in the same room with Ron, aren't you? My father has been paying the school for a private room." He began to blush. "I've actually had these up for a while."
It was my turn to blush. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, and my face get hot. "Yeah, if I did it, Ron would attack me," I said, defending my reasons. "And then there's Dean, and Seamus, and I'm sure Neville would hate it, but I don't think he'd say anything. Not unless it started scaring him and giving him nightmares!" I laughed, trying to make it sound like a joke-though I was serious.
Draco lightly laughed, and sat down on his bed. He stopped laughing and his face showed that he was serious. "What did Hermione and Ron say?"
I lowered my head and sat on the bed next to him. "They hate the idea," I sighed. "They don't mind that I'm gay, but the fact that I'm going out with you bothers them." I shook my head, and raised it so it was even with Draco's. "And frankly Draco, I can't say that I don't agree with them. We're so different, you and I. I-I don't know. I mean, you're working for Voldemort."
Draco stared. "Yeah? So?"
My mouth gaped. "Don't you get it? You're the predator, and I'm the pray. That's not strange to you? It's like a bear going out with a salmon."
Draco smiled. "No, you're much cuter then a salmon." He leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips. I pulled away.
"No, Draco, this isn't right. It doesn't even feel right."
"What are you talking about, Harry?" Draco took my hand and lightly rubbed it. "I've never done anything that has felt so right. We're perfect, you and me."
"Draco, no we're not." I pulled my and away. "We're not perfect. You wish to rid the world of Muggles and Muggle-borns. And here I am, living with Muggles, best friends with a Muggle-born. Don't you understand? We don't work. Not unless we change our ways. We're going to have to compromise." My frowned became more sullen. "Besides, what about your father?"
Draco sighed, and his head fell into his hands. "My father doesn't know, and I don't want him to."
"Why not?"
Draco laughed. "Harry, c'mon. You actually have to ask? Do you *know* what my father will do to me if he finds out you and I are..." He shook his head. "No, I can't tell him. Besides, then he'd tell Voldemort, and it'll become a huge mess. I can't risk it. I can't risk what we have right now."
I lowered my head and nodded. I didn't want to admit it, but the relationship I was having with Draco was hurting both of us, more then we'd like. It was a Romeo and Juliet scenario: we came from two different worlds, both of which didn't want us to be together. It was going to be hard, if we were going to try and make it work. In fact, I was positive this wasn't going work. The toll it was taking on my sleeping, and my friendships was harsh, and I'm sure it was hurting him as well.
"Harry?" Draco asked, concern filling his voice. "What's wrong?"
"Draco, I think it best if we..."
Draco's head fell, and he slowly nodded.
"It's not because of you, but our past, and the fact we're just two different people. It would be best if we didn't see each other."
"Yes, Harry," Draco said. "I think you're right. We should stop while we're ahead."
I gave him a kiss on the cheek and he smiled softly. I stood and walked to the door. My pictures were crying, and I knew I wanted to as well.
"Good-bye, Draco," I said.
"Good-bye, Harry."
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::Leans back in chair, smiling and satisfied:: What? You want *more*? Oy vay...well, review/email at let me know if you want more or not. I think that was a good ending. ::runs when sees a reader's pissed off look:: Okay! But I'll only write more if you tell me to! Jeez...calm down. It's up to you to bring Harry and Draco back together. Remember: Romeo and Juliet eventually got together. They got together in *heaven*, but together non the less!