Well, this is a fic for one Harry Potter on the occasion of his birthday. A three-parter. It's slash, don't like, don't read. I mean, if you don't like it why did you click on it? It's Harry/Draco, by the way. No flames please. Begins in their 6th year.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you recognize from the book. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling and her affiliates.
Just to See Him Smile: Chapter One
It was a rainy, mucky day in Scotland. Particularly so near Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Perhaps it was fate that decided to make it come pouring down that day. Maybe it was just a fluke. But whatever or whoever decided to make the storm come that day certainly had a romantic spirit.
The school had planned a Hogsmeade weekend that day, but as it had rained, Harry Potter had decided to stay in the Gryffindor common room near the fire. His best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger had decided to go in spite of the torrents of wind and water, Ron to buy more Dungbombs and visit his twin brothers who ran a joke shop in Hogsmeade, and Hermione to research some extra credit paper. 'As if she needs it,' Harry thought, 'she gets at least 109 percent on every paper she hands in.'
Harry was quite content to sit next to the roaring fire in one of the cushy armchairs scattered throughout the room; he wouldn't have gone to Hogsmeade for a 100 Galleons. Harry just simply sat back and relaxed.
That is, until Seamus Finnigan came along. Seamus had also wisely stayed at Hogwarts and was asking everyone, from the little first years to the paintings on the walls for advice about his pitiable love life. So when Seamus saw Harry sitting by the fire, eyes closed and a smile on his face, he bounced over and proceeded to ask Harry for his opinion as well.
"Hey, Harry!" He said as he plopped down in an armchair next to Harry's.
Harry jumped slightly, startled. "What?"
"I need help and I'm asking your advice."
Harry sat up straighter and said, "Okay. Shoot."
"Well, I really like this person and I'd ask them out, but he wouldn't have me if I asked, I'm sure. I--"
Harry interrupted, "Wait a second here. Did you say 'he?'"
Seamus nodded.
"You mean... you're... that way?"
Again, a nod.
"But-- wha-- how?"
Seamus smiled and said, "Well, to make a long, long, story short, it's this. Lavender Brown. The Yule Ball permanently affected my sexuality and I haven't gone straight since. Over two years now and I'm still gay. I find that boys do more for me than girls."
Harry was still a bit shocked. "Oh... But this guy is a Gryffindor, right?"
"Oh, yeah. I mean the other houses have hot guys too, but I'll always like Gryffindor guys best."
Out of pure curiosity, Harry asked, "Who are the hot guys in the other houses?"
Seamus was surprised. "Harry Potter isn't turning gay, is he?"
"No! I'm just curious."
"Yeah, suuure..." Seamus replied with a twinkle in his eye. "Anyway, hmm...in Hufflepuff, Justin Finch-Fletchley isn't too bad. Nice chest. Hips are a bit too wide though. Not too much, but enough to be noticed. A pity Cedric Diggory died. God, that boy was hot!" Seamus fanned himself with his hand.
He watched Harry pretend not to be interested, but Harry wasn't a very good actor, at least not to Seamus' eye, trained to see detail.
"In Ravenclaw... well, that house tends to make better girls than boys, but Terry Boot isn't too shabby. Has a nice body, but his eyes are a bit too close together. The majority of Slytherin is as ugly as Snape's ass, but Blaise Zabini is one of the acceptable ones. Which is pretty good, as there are only two in the entire house.
The other one's Draco Malfoy."
Harry was astonished and horrified. "Malfoy...?!"
"Oh, yeah. I mean, the personality's a major turn off, but you have to admit... Haven't you ever seen how hot he is?"
Harry answered in a dignified tone, " I don't look at boys and evaluate their looks."
"Yeah well, sucks for you. That boy is hot, no doubt. Well-toned body with the Quidditch and all, lovely gray eyes, hair to die for, and those clingy pants show off the tightest ass I've ever seen in my life. Well, it's a tie with your ass, but still..."
"What?!" Harry exclaimed.
Seamus nodded. "Yep. Didn't you know. You're the bedroom fantasy nearly two-thirds to the people above 4th year in this school. Malfoy is a major fantasy icon too, though no one would ever admit about him. You've got those toned muscles from Quidditch, the slim waist and hips, and of course, the tight, tight ass. Half the girls fantasize about your eyes and running their fingers through your hair."
Harry leaned back into the armchair, emereld eyes still widened in shock. It is a bit strange, finding out that you're the bedroom fantasy of... a lot of people. Then he leaned forward quickly and had the expression of someone who just had a not-so-pleasant idea hit them. "You... you don't like me, do you?"
Seamus laughed. "Oh no. You may be hot, but I don't like you that way. I like you as a friend."
Harry was relieved. "Then who do you like?"
"Oh... umm..." Seamus hesitated. "...Ron."
Harry laughed and after while, Seamus laughed with him. "Ron?" Harry asked, still chuckling. "Oh God, Ron's straighter than an arrow!"
Seamus smiled ruefully. "Yeah.. But I'm optimistic. Some arrows come crooked, you know."
Harry nodded. "That's true. But still... you'd have a better chance of getting Draco Malfoy to screw you than Ron."
Seamus shook his head. "Nah.. why would I want Malfoy? I want Ron, remember? And besides, Malfoy wouldn't have me anyway. He won't have anything less than what he wants. And you know what? Draco Malfoy's been in love with you for almost two years."
Aah! Cliffie! I actually did something remotely like a cliff hanger! So, how did you like it? Love it, hate it, don't care, tell me all about it in the review. I'll type up the next part as soon as I can. See you soon,
Misty Shinigami-- The goddess of death and proud of it
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you recognize from the book. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling and her affiliates.
Just to See Him Smile: Chapter One
It was a rainy, mucky day in Scotland. Particularly so near Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Perhaps it was fate that decided to make it come pouring down that day. Maybe it was just a fluke. But whatever or whoever decided to make the storm come that day certainly had a romantic spirit.
The school had planned a Hogsmeade weekend that day, but as it had rained, Harry Potter had decided to stay in the Gryffindor common room near the fire. His best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger had decided to go in spite of the torrents of wind and water, Ron to buy more Dungbombs and visit his twin brothers who ran a joke shop in Hogsmeade, and Hermione to research some extra credit paper. 'As if she needs it,' Harry thought, 'she gets at least 109 percent on every paper she hands in.'
Harry was quite content to sit next to the roaring fire in one of the cushy armchairs scattered throughout the room; he wouldn't have gone to Hogsmeade for a 100 Galleons. Harry just simply sat back and relaxed.
That is, until Seamus Finnigan came along. Seamus had also wisely stayed at Hogwarts and was asking everyone, from the little first years to the paintings on the walls for advice about his pitiable love life. So when Seamus saw Harry sitting by the fire, eyes closed and a smile on his face, he bounced over and proceeded to ask Harry for his opinion as well.
"Hey, Harry!" He said as he plopped down in an armchair next to Harry's.
Harry jumped slightly, startled. "What?"
"I need help and I'm asking your advice."
Harry sat up straighter and said, "Okay. Shoot."
"Well, I really like this person and I'd ask them out, but he wouldn't have me if I asked, I'm sure. I--"
Harry interrupted, "Wait a second here. Did you say 'he?'"
Seamus nodded.
"You mean... you're... that way?"
Again, a nod.
"But-- wha-- how?"
Seamus smiled and said, "Well, to make a long, long, story short, it's this. Lavender Brown. The Yule Ball permanently affected my sexuality and I haven't gone straight since. Over two years now and I'm still gay. I find that boys do more for me than girls."
Harry was still a bit shocked. "Oh... But this guy is a Gryffindor, right?"
"Oh, yeah. I mean the other houses have hot guys too, but I'll always like Gryffindor guys best."
Out of pure curiosity, Harry asked, "Who are the hot guys in the other houses?"
Seamus was surprised. "Harry Potter isn't turning gay, is he?"
"No! I'm just curious."
"Yeah, suuure..." Seamus replied with a twinkle in his eye. "Anyway, hmm...in Hufflepuff, Justin Finch-Fletchley isn't too bad. Nice chest. Hips are a bit too wide though. Not too much, but enough to be noticed. A pity Cedric Diggory died. God, that boy was hot!" Seamus fanned himself with his hand.
He watched Harry pretend not to be interested, but Harry wasn't a very good actor, at least not to Seamus' eye, trained to see detail.
"In Ravenclaw... well, that house tends to make better girls than boys, but Terry Boot isn't too shabby. Has a nice body, but his eyes are a bit too close together. The majority of Slytherin is as ugly as Snape's ass, but Blaise Zabini is one of the acceptable ones. Which is pretty good, as there are only two in the entire house.
The other one's Draco Malfoy."
Harry was astonished and horrified. "Malfoy...?!"
"Oh, yeah. I mean, the personality's a major turn off, but you have to admit... Haven't you ever seen how hot he is?"
Harry answered in a dignified tone, " I don't look at boys and evaluate their looks."
"Yeah well, sucks for you. That boy is hot, no doubt. Well-toned body with the Quidditch and all, lovely gray eyes, hair to die for, and those clingy pants show off the tightest ass I've ever seen in my life. Well, it's a tie with your ass, but still..."
"What?!" Harry exclaimed.
Seamus nodded. "Yep. Didn't you know. You're the bedroom fantasy nearly two-thirds to the people above 4th year in this school. Malfoy is a major fantasy icon too, though no one would ever admit about him. You've got those toned muscles from Quidditch, the slim waist and hips, and of course, the tight, tight ass. Half the girls fantasize about your eyes and running their fingers through your hair."
Harry leaned back into the armchair, emereld eyes still widened in shock. It is a bit strange, finding out that you're the bedroom fantasy of... a lot of people. Then he leaned forward quickly and had the expression of someone who just had a not-so-pleasant idea hit them. "You... you don't like me, do you?"
Seamus laughed. "Oh no. You may be hot, but I don't like you that way. I like you as a friend."
Harry was relieved. "Then who do you like?"
"Oh... umm..." Seamus hesitated. "...Ron."
Harry laughed and after while, Seamus laughed with him. "Ron?" Harry asked, still chuckling. "Oh God, Ron's straighter than an arrow!"
Seamus smiled ruefully. "Yeah.. But I'm optimistic. Some arrows come crooked, you know."
Harry nodded. "That's true. But still... you'd have a better chance of getting Draco Malfoy to screw you than Ron."
Seamus shook his head. "Nah.. why would I want Malfoy? I want Ron, remember? And besides, Malfoy wouldn't have me anyway. He won't have anything less than what he wants. And you know what? Draco Malfoy's been in love with you for almost two years."
Aah! Cliffie! I actually did something remotely like a cliff hanger! So, how did you like it? Love it, hate it, don't care, tell me all about it in the review. I'll type up the next part as soon as I can. See you soon,
Misty Shinigami-- The goddess of death and proud of it