A/N: Guess what? I won't be posting the next chapter until I get at least 20 reviews, each from a different person! I don't like this lack of interest thing I'm getting. ^_^ Love ya anyway, dearies.
Disclaimer:
There once was a boy named Potter
His enemy Draco was hotter
Neither of them I own
And J.K reaped what she had sown
Because she was such a good plotter~
Note to self: Never use a limerick as a disclaimer
Warning: Written while listening to Glay. ::thinks:: I think they should take out the "L"! ::end thought::
Okay, well, uh.. Never mind! Read Chapter 3! And review or I won't post the next chapter!!!!
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Barely a week after our talk with Dumbledore, Harry and I walked out of the Slytherin showers together, only towels on our bottom halves to cover us. We walked into my room, not saying anything, trying to enjoy each other's presence. Then suddenly-
"Hello," said a low, accented, seductive voice. I was so surprised my towel fell off. The voice laughed. "Well, well. I think I will have more fun here then I thought I would in the first place." Even with his strange, unrecognizable accent, I couldn't help thinking how sexy his voice was. "Er.." Was all I could manage as I scrambled to pick my towel up off the floor. But Harry, never missing a beat, frowned and said, "Who are you? Step into the light so we can see you!" "Uh... yeah!" I tried to sound as tough as Harry, but it was quite hard, seeing as I was bent over and naked in front of a stranger.
The stranger laughed again. "Alright, then." From out of the shadows came a very cute Japanese boy, with black hair falling over his eyes and a smirk on his face. "You must be the exchange student," Harry said calmly. "How remarkably observant of you. " He said without even looking at Harry. Harry frowned, and was probably about to say something about the rudeness of this remark, when the Japanese boy started talking again. "So, you must be Draco. I'm Kudamono*-- er, Kuroi Kudamono." He said and bowed quickly, as if eager to look at me again. "Well, er, hullo. This is my boyfriend, Harry." I said, grabbing Harry towards me. "Harry? As in... Harry Potter?!? Forgive me, Harry-sama, I wouldn't have been so rude if I had known it was you!" He bowed very deeply. "It's alright, I guess... You don't have to do that! Really, you remind me of Dobby!" Harry exclaimed, eager for Kuroi to stop bowing to him "Eh?" "Er... never mind. Shall we go down to breakfast?" "Actually, Harry, my brother is waiting for you in your dorm. And I suggest you get some clothes on." Kuroi said quickly, seeming to want to get rid of Harry. It was amazing how clearly and fluently Kuroi spoke English. "Oh, right.. Would you mind... uh, turning 'round or something?" "I suppose.."
After Harry and I had changed, we agreed to meet each other in the Great Hall for breakfast after Harry met Giniro, Kuroi's brother. After he was quite sure Harry had left, Kuroi turned around and kissed me. I wanted to pull away, but Kuroi reminded me of Harry, somehow, even though the only thing connecting them was hair color. And, oh, what a good kisser he was! I melted right into it. But when he started to unbutton my shirt, that's when I realised what was going on. "Stop! I told you.. Harry's my boyfriend!" "You didn't seem to care when I kissed you..." "I wasn't thinking." "Obviously..." He said, now bored with me. "Well.. er.. Where do you want to sleep tonight?" He smiled mischievously. "No! I mean, you can sleep in my bed, just not with me in it!" He pouted. Boy, was he sexy when he pouted. "I.. I-I c-c-can't! I h-have a b-boyfriend!" Stuttering? I never stuttered! What kind of dark magic was this boy using? "Just this once?" He asked innocently. |}"