AN: Second Chapter! Short-ish. Buuuutt...
If I get enough reviews... ::hinthint::... I may write a sequel that I have an idea for. I wanna hear your feedback! Speaking of
Feedback: Much appreciated. Constructive criticism as well as compliments are welcome.
Email: AngryPenguin211@aol.com. Drop me a line to badger me to update, or if you just want to chat! ^_^
Warnings: Dude, **SLASH**. If you didn't figure that out in the last chapter... you need help.
Dedicated: To my Zo-bo, for sharing in HarryDraco obsessiveness! ^_^ We bad. We bad.
***ATTENTION***: I need a beta person. ^_^ That means: I email you my fics after I write them, you say thumbs up! thumbs down. etc, and we become chatty fun fanfic friends. So no, Zoe, it can't be you because you're not a *fanfictionalist.* You gotta be one of those two. Or at least someone educated at literature and that sort of stuff. Must be able to cope with SLASH, YAOI, INCEST/TWINCEST and all that stuff that makes homophobes squicky. So email me @ AngryPenguin211@aol.com, and my IM is the same. See you!
Chapter Two: They Were *What*???
Seamus Finnigan was out of breath. He had run out of the gardens, up the steps and into the dining hall and collided head-on with Ron Weasely, who had just been leaving.
"Harry--Malfoy--" Seamus was bent double, Ron was looking *very* confused, but other than that, no one else seemed to be noticing.
"What? Slow do-- I say, slow down, Seamus!" said Ron, placing a hand on the stricken boy's shoulder. After a few minutes of panting and gesticulating, breath for an explanation was barely found.
"Harry--and Malfoy--kissing--no, *snogging*--"
"What?!" interrupted Ron, almost shouting, but not really wanting to draw attention. "What did you say about the gardens??"
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It was like tearing something that was whole in two roughly when the kiss was stopped. They were both panting, confused, but somehow aching to repeat the whole whirlwind of an experience all over again. Harry collapsed against the wall with a sigh, and Draco did the same beside him. Draco suddenly flinched visibly.
"What?" asked Harry. Draco closed his eyes and clenched a fist.
"Thinking of how angry my father's going to be when he finds out my first kiss was with a boy, let alone Harry Potter," he said softly, with a touch of loathing. Harry caught a lock of silver-blond hair between to fingers and felt its pampered softess.
"First?" said Harry, chuckling. "I wouldn't have known." Draco blushed slightly, but tried to keep himself calm. Harry continued to stroke the silky locks.
"He doesn't have to find out," Harry whispered. Draco swatted the boy's hand away and turned around quickly. "He does, and he will. He'll sense something when he sees me, and he *will* find out. Don't underestimate my father, Potter."
Harry, a little dissappointed at going back to 'Potter' so soon, frowned. Draco continued, his old sneer returning.
"And let me tell you, Potter, this doesn't change anything. I and you have no idea what got into me tonight. I wan't you to *forget*. Forget forget forget forget forget. Because you and yours are *still* Muggle-loving garbage, and I still *hate* you."
As suddenly as it had came, the loving fog that had came lifted, and the two boys were once again no more than passionate enemies in a normal fourteen-year-old life, Draco walking speedily off (he would be stomping, but he moved too gracefully for that term) and Harry giving a loud harrumph and turning with a swirl of--
Draco's cloak.
He gasped, clamping a hand over his mouth. Simultaneously, he heard footsteps approaching fast. His fingers fumbling over smooth velvet and stiff collar, he folded up the cloak as fast as he could and thrust into the (thankfully) luxurious sleeve of his robe just as he collided with Ron, who had made a run around the corner.
"Harry! I er, Seamus, ah..."
"Where's Malfoy??" demanded Seamus rather loudly, and at the same time as Ron, causing Harry to hesitate for a moment to comprehend them.
"Malfoy?" asked Harry, feigning ignorance *very* well. Seamus's eyes were practically popping out of his head, he was casting nervous glances in every direction, and Ron was looking worse than all three of them.
"He was here! He was... I thought I saw... I suppose..."
"He thought he saw Malfoy and you sno... kissing," blurted Ron. Harry put on a mask of half-surprise, half-disgust on his face.
"Kissing? I think someone's been slipping *something* into your pumpin juice, Seamus, because I'd jump out of the North Tower before kissing Malfoy," said Harry, laughing and clapping an arm about Seamus (who was still sputtering madly and pointing everywhere)'s shoulders. "Come on, let's get back into the castle." Ron followed, still looking *very* bewildered. They walked with the usual chatter and laughter, and Harry was still nervously aware of the uncomfortable bulge in his sleeve.
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He made sure no one was in the vicinity of the dormitory, then made his way over to his dresser. Slowly pulling out the bottom drawer and digging to the bottom, he pulled out something long, black and soft. He covered his face with it convulsively, taking in the scent like it was precious, clean air after almost being suffocated. It smelled faintly of lavender.
Just then, he heard footsteps softly approaching. He quickly folded up the high-collared dress cloak and placed it where it had been in the bottom drawer, and when his friend walked into the bedroom, all he saw was Harry Potter, lying relaxed on his bed, reading a copy of 'Quidditch Through the Ages'.
End
AN: Bweeee! I love confusing Ron. if I am motivated enough (::cough::REVIEW::cough::) there will be a sequel in store...
If I get enough reviews... ::hinthint::... I may write a sequel that I have an idea for. I wanna hear your feedback! Speaking of
Feedback: Much appreciated. Constructive criticism as well as compliments are welcome.
Email: AngryPenguin211@aol.com. Drop me a line to badger me to update, or if you just want to chat! ^_^
Warnings: Dude, **SLASH**. If you didn't figure that out in the last chapter... you need help.
Dedicated: To my Zo-bo, for sharing in HarryDraco obsessiveness! ^_^ We bad. We bad.
***ATTENTION***: I need a beta person. ^_^ That means: I email you my fics after I write them, you say thumbs up! thumbs down. etc, and we become chatty fun fanfic friends. So no, Zoe, it can't be you because you're not a *fanfictionalist.* You gotta be one of those two. Or at least someone educated at literature and that sort of stuff. Must be able to cope with SLASH, YAOI, INCEST/TWINCEST and all that stuff that makes homophobes squicky. So email me @ AngryPenguin211@aol.com, and my IM is the same. See you!
Chapter Two: They Were *What*???
Seamus Finnigan was out of breath. He had run out of the gardens, up the steps and into the dining hall and collided head-on with Ron Weasely, who had just been leaving.
"Harry--Malfoy--" Seamus was bent double, Ron was looking *very* confused, but other than that, no one else seemed to be noticing.
"What? Slow do-- I say, slow down, Seamus!" said Ron, placing a hand on the stricken boy's shoulder. After a few minutes of panting and gesticulating, breath for an explanation was barely found.
"Harry--and Malfoy--kissing--no, *snogging*--"
"What?!" interrupted Ron, almost shouting, but not really wanting to draw attention. "What did you say about the gardens??"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was like tearing something that was whole in two roughly when the kiss was stopped. They were both panting, confused, but somehow aching to repeat the whole whirlwind of an experience all over again. Harry collapsed against the wall with a sigh, and Draco did the same beside him. Draco suddenly flinched visibly.
"What?" asked Harry. Draco closed his eyes and clenched a fist.
"Thinking of how angry my father's going to be when he finds out my first kiss was with a boy, let alone Harry Potter," he said softly, with a touch of loathing. Harry caught a lock of silver-blond hair between to fingers and felt its pampered softess.
"First?" said Harry, chuckling. "I wouldn't have known." Draco blushed slightly, but tried to keep himself calm. Harry continued to stroke the silky locks.
"He doesn't have to find out," Harry whispered. Draco swatted the boy's hand away and turned around quickly. "He does, and he will. He'll sense something when he sees me, and he *will* find out. Don't underestimate my father, Potter."
Harry, a little dissappointed at going back to 'Potter' so soon, frowned. Draco continued, his old sneer returning.
"And let me tell you, Potter, this doesn't change anything. I and you have no idea what got into me tonight. I wan't you to *forget*. Forget forget forget forget forget. Because you and yours are *still* Muggle-loving garbage, and I still *hate* you."
As suddenly as it had came, the loving fog that had came lifted, and the two boys were once again no more than passionate enemies in a normal fourteen-year-old life, Draco walking speedily off (he would be stomping, but he moved too gracefully for that term) and Harry giving a loud harrumph and turning with a swirl of--
Draco's cloak.
He gasped, clamping a hand over his mouth. Simultaneously, he heard footsteps approaching fast. His fingers fumbling over smooth velvet and stiff collar, he folded up the cloak as fast as he could and thrust into the (thankfully) luxurious sleeve of his robe just as he collided with Ron, who had made a run around the corner.
"Harry! I er, Seamus, ah..."
"Where's Malfoy??" demanded Seamus rather loudly, and at the same time as Ron, causing Harry to hesitate for a moment to comprehend them.
"Malfoy?" asked Harry, feigning ignorance *very* well. Seamus's eyes were practically popping out of his head, he was casting nervous glances in every direction, and Ron was looking worse than all three of them.
"He was here! He was... I thought I saw... I suppose..."
"He thought he saw Malfoy and you sno... kissing," blurted Ron. Harry put on a mask of half-surprise, half-disgust on his face.
"Kissing? I think someone's been slipping *something* into your pumpin juice, Seamus, because I'd jump out of the North Tower before kissing Malfoy," said Harry, laughing and clapping an arm about Seamus (who was still sputtering madly and pointing everywhere)'s shoulders. "Come on, let's get back into the castle." Ron followed, still looking *very* bewildered. They walked with the usual chatter and laughter, and Harry was still nervously aware of the uncomfortable bulge in his sleeve.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He made sure no one was in the vicinity of the dormitory, then made his way over to his dresser. Slowly pulling out the bottom drawer and digging to the bottom, he pulled out something long, black and soft. He covered his face with it convulsively, taking in the scent like it was precious, clean air after almost being suffocated. It smelled faintly of lavender.
Just then, he heard footsteps softly approaching. He quickly folded up the high-collared dress cloak and placed it where it had been in the bottom drawer, and when his friend walked into the bedroom, all he saw was Harry Potter, lying relaxed on his bed, reading a copy of 'Quidditch Through the Ages'.
End
AN: Bweeee! I love confusing Ron. if I am motivated enough (::cough::REVIEW::cough::) there will be a sequel in store...
