Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all of these characters, except Aura Venezia,
and the later song lyrics belong to American Hi-Fi
WARNING: This story will contain SLASH. If you do not like it, please do not read it!
AN: I hereby dedicate the whole story to Emily and Mandé, who encouraged (*cough* threatened *cough*) me to continue with my short stray from humor.
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The students all woke in their beds the next morning, knowing nothing more than that they'd all had strange dreams last night.
The common room was abuzz with news of the upcoming Christmas holiday. Everybody seemed overjoyed at the prospect of going home tomorrow. Except of course, for Harry. Aura sensed however, that his lack of joy was not because he was not going home. She drew her chair over to where he sat. "Knut for your thoughts," she said.
"Aura, you don't seem to need for me to tell you my thoughts for you to know what I'm thinking," he replied, seeming to be angry. But then he sighed and turned to face her.
"I don't know what you did, but I know you've done something. Don't give me that look," he said, as she began a mock-protest.
"You know as well as I do who I dream about. I assume you know as well as I how I really feel about him."
"Will you tell me anyway?" asked Aura.
"Only if you will tell me why you are doing what you have done," he replied.
"I'm sorry, Harry," she replied. "But seeing as I do know what you're going to tell me, it just is not a fair enough trade."
"Well then, would you tell me who you really are then?" asked Harry.
"You don't think I am who I say I am?" she asked, grinning.
"No, I don't. Who are you?"
"You'll find out soon enough. Take a walk with me, Harry?"
In the Slytherin common room, a much more chaotic scene was pictured. Somehow, somehow, someone had managed to get inside the classroom with a camera. Colin Creevey was the most likely candidate. The pandemonium that followed could only have been topped if Voldemort himself had fallen out of the sky with a hit list and his wand drawn.
The best part of it was, no one knew whether they should believe it or not. Sure, they had a vague feeling that something had happened in that detention, but nobody really remembered what. Surely it hadn't been Draco Malfoy kissing Harry Potter.
"Well, it's a damn good forgery if I've ever seen one," said Blaise Zabini.
"Oooo, look! You can almost see their tongues moving!" guffawed Pansy Parkinson.
"Give that to me!" thundered Draco, trying to grab the picture out of her hands.
Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle sat, and watched, and laughed until they thought they might cry as Draco chased Pansy around the room, trying to get the picture back so he could tear it up.
Finally Draco just gave up and cried "Accio picture!" The picture wrenched itself from Pansy's hands and flew into Draco's, where he promptly ripped it to shreds.
"Aww, why'd you have to go and ruin all the fun?" she moaned.
With the laughter of the others still ringing in his ears, Draco stormed out of the common room. He didn't understand why he remembered what happened that night, or worse, why he had enjoyed it. He only knew that he needed to find Aura Venezia, and he needed to find her right now.
WARNING: This story will contain SLASH. If you do not like it, please do not read it!
AN: I hereby dedicate the whole story to Emily and Mandé, who encouraged (*cough* threatened *cough*) me to continue with my short stray from humor.
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The students all woke in their beds the next morning, knowing nothing more than that they'd all had strange dreams last night.
The common room was abuzz with news of the upcoming Christmas holiday. Everybody seemed overjoyed at the prospect of going home tomorrow. Except of course, for Harry. Aura sensed however, that his lack of joy was not because he was not going home. She drew her chair over to where he sat. "Knut for your thoughts," she said.
"Aura, you don't seem to need for me to tell you my thoughts for you to know what I'm thinking," he replied, seeming to be angry. But then he sighed and turned to face her.
"I don't know what you did, but I know you've done something. Don't give me that look," he said, as she began a mock-protest.
"You know as well as I do who I dream about. I assume you know as well as I how I really feel about him."
"Will you tell me anyway?" asked Aura.
"Only if you will tell me why you are doing what you have done," he replied.
"I'm sorry, Harry," she replied. "But seeing as I do know what you're going to tell me, it just is not a fair enough trade."
"Well then, would you tell me who you really are then?" asked Harry.
"You don't think I am who I say I am?" she asked, grinning.
"No, I don't. Who are you?"
"You'll find out soon enough. Take a walk with me, Harry?"
In the Slytherin common room, a much more chaotic scene was pictured. Somehow, somehow, someone had managed to get inside the classroom with a camera. Colin Creevey was the most likely candidate. The pandemonium that followed could only have been topped if Voldemort himself had fallen out of the sky with a hit list and his wand drawn.
The best part of it was, no one knew whether they should believe it or not. Sure, they had a vague feeling that something had happened in that detention, but nobody really remembered what. Surely it hadn't been Draco Malfoy kissing Harry Potter.
"Well, it's a damn good forgery if I've ever seen one," said Blaise Zabini.
"Oooo, look! You can almost see their tongues moving!" guffawed Pansy Parkinson.
"Give that to me!" thundered Draco, trying to grab the picture out of her hands.
Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle sat, and watched, and laughed until they thought they might cry as Draco chased Pansy around the room, trying to get the picture back so he could tear it up.
Finally Draco just gave up and cried "Accio picture!" The picture wrenched itself from Pansy's hands and flew into Draco's, where he promptly ripped it to shreds.
"Aww, why'd you have to go and ruin all the fun?" she moaned.
With the laughter of the others still ringing in his ears, Draco stormed out of the common room. He didn't understand why he remembered what happened that night, or worse, why he had enjoyed it. He only knew that he needed to find Aura Venezia, and he needed to find her right now.
