A/N: A typo by a fellow author inspired this chapter! So, this chapter is dedicated to minx.
Reviewers: Juliana Black (I think you'll like this chapter)
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Chapter 5
I was none too happy with our visitors' behaviour. I mean, it wasn't like Draco's icy hatred of his Japanese equivalent, but it's not exactly fun when you have to use every single gram of your will power to resist another silver-haired pretty-boy. I actually was getting along well for a few weeks with Giniro, until...
"Haaaaaaarrry." Purred Giniro. "Hai?" I was slowly picking up Japanese. He grabbed me by the waist and held me. For such a fragile-looking and beautiful boy, he was quite strong. "Geroff!" I shouted angrily. Kuroi and Draco were coming by any moment to pick us up so we could go to Hogsmeade. He ignored my protest and proceeded to move his hand further down. "Uhhhhh...." "And I thought you didn't like me, Harry Potter!" He exclaimed, obviously noticing the effects of his handy-work. I melted into his arms as he quickened his motions, but then the door opened.
There was an awkward silence as Draco and Kuroi walked in. Giniro took no notice of them and tightened his grasp as I tried to get up and explain. "Harry..?" Draco cast an unbelieving look over us. "I didn't--" "Obviously you did." Kuroi interrupted my protests. "But--" But Draco turned around quickly and left. I became so furious that I finally got out of Giniro's tight grasp and got up to run after him.
Kuroi took hold of me as soon as I got to the door. "How dare you try and betray Draco? He ignored even my offers of love to be true to you, and you take no notice? Really, Harry Potter, you're the savior of the wizard world but you can't even be loyal to your lover! Next moment he'll be joining Voldemort, eh, Gin-chan?" Giniro said nothing and once again took hold of me.
This time I didn't bother to resist. Draco would never understand the situation, and never forgive me. I mean, what would I say? "Oh, Giniro just started to give me a handjob and I couldn't do anything about it!" Yeah, right. I didn't deserve Draco. I started to cry and leaned my head against Giniro's chest. He cradled me in his arms and patted my head. Kuroi made a face of disgust and walked out, mostly likely heading to find Draco.
"Harry-chan, you want to go and get a drink?" Giniro asked quietly. I was angry with him, but also grateful for his compassion. I sighed, got up, and wiped my tears away with my sleeve. "Yeah, that'd be great." He smiled. "Lead the way!" He got up and followed me out of the room.
We walked into The Three Broomsticks and searched the room for an empty booth. It was jam-packed, but I caught a flash of bright red hair and saw the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan, laughing in a large booth in the corner. I motioned to Giniro to follow me, and we went to sit with them. "Alright, Harry?" Asked Fred. "Actually, no. But I'd rather not talk about it. Would you do me a big favor and get me the biggest mug of mulled mead they have?" He nodded his head, deciding not to question this, and got up to fulfill my outlandish request. Lee and George stared at me, but Giniro smoothed out my hair and patted my back, as usual deciding to ignore everyone but me.
Fred came back with a huge mug brimming with mead. "Thanks." I said quickly and started to chug. I had never had any liquor before, so this was quite a new taste. It wasn't too bad, but I tried not to pay attention to anything but getting drunk. I finished quickly, and looked up to amazed faces. Without being told to, Fred ran up to the bar and got me another. It took me four of those to get drunk. Now, there are happy drunks and violent drunks. I think if I wasn't so sad at the time I'd be a happy drunk, but that first time I was a very violent drunk. "Heeey, you there with t-t-t-the hair like, y'know, fires and... stuff. Get me a-a-a-another... DRINK!" I yelled. That's all I remember of what happened when I was the Three Broomsticks, but apparently I threw a stool at Professor Snape, pushed down a Ravenclaw 3rd-year, and almost broke down the door when leaving. The only thing I remember after that was that when Fred, Giniro, and George were helping me up to the school, I bumped into Draco.
He looked extremely ruffled, and said nothing, but I yelled at him. "HEY, YOU, MLAFOY!"
"Excuse me?" The sneer I hadn't seen in so long was back on his face. "Did you just call me 'Mlafoy'? My, Potter, you've been drinking, haven't you? Pathetic prat, you are." A launched a heavy punch at him, but missed by several feet and fell. He laughed, a cruel laugh, a laugh that seemed to say, "I'm way over you!" Giniro helped me up quietly, and Draco stood, staring. Before I could easily say Giniro wasn't much of a talker, but what happened next proved me wrong.
"Yes, he's been drinking. He's been drinking because he loves you, and he was extremely disappointed that you didn't trust him. I came onto him. And if I do say so myself, I'm quite strong. And I'll eat my cloak if Kuroi hasn't kissed you or something yet. So go ahead and laugh at Harry now, but if you don't regret it later you may as well go and join Voldemort, because it will confirm my hypothesis that you have no heart!"
Draco stood, dumbstruck. Fred and George also seemed speechless at the fact Giniro could talk, and could make a good point while he was at it. People tell me I passed out beyond that point. No one ever told me what happened after, either, but I woke up in Draco's arms.
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A/N: Wow, Giniro speaks! I hope you enjoyed this chapter!