Well, I feel extremely bad for ignoring my story; please find it in your hearts to forgive me. Well, hmmm, now, lets see, I want to know something from your opinion…should Harry forgive Draco….or have a nice long fist fight and then forgive Draco or…now this one is a little bit funnier…should Harry try and make Draco jealous by going after another person (either a girl or guy, and no, it will not be Ron or Hermione, I'm thinking that if it's a girl it will be Lavender and it it's a boy then Seamus). Well, please respond because I'm writing this one for you guys and I want to know what you want! Oh! And also, I need a Beta Reader (for all of you who don't know what that is, it's a person I send my chapters to before I post them and the Beta Reader tells me what would be better and how to make my story better), so anyone who is interested either e-mail me at ChaffonGal@aol.com or post it in a review.
Thank you to all of my wonderful reviewers (I have 52!!!! Can you believe it?)!!!!!!!!
None of these scrumptious characters are mine…sigh.
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Harry was furious. Angry, upset, enraged, you name it, and he was it. He was furious at Draco, furious at Dumbledore, furious at Snape, and he was mad at all the suits of armor in Hogwarts (Harry didn't know why he was mad at the suits of armor, but he didn't really need a reason to be mad at anyone, let alone a 300 year old oversized bullet proof vest.)
Harry was in his 'godforsaken room' as he called it, and had been there for over a half an hour. He had been pacing ever since he had entered and he believed he was making a hole in the carpet, but it wasn't helping.
"How could he, how dare he, how could he!? I hate him, I wish I could tear out his brain stem!!! God… 'why don't we just hop into bed? Blah, blah, blah. If you don't sleep with me, I'll tell my Daddy on you.'" Harry said mimicking Draco's voice, but he was interrupted from his reverie by the sound of the real Draco's voice.
"You know, you do a very good interpretation of my voice, but you have shite (AN and yes, I meant to spell it shite, it's pronounced shy-t) for memory, because I cant seem to remember saying anything about telling my 'Daddy' on you," Draco said leaning casually against the door frame. Harry whipped around and glared at Draco.
"Ah, if looks could kill Harry, I'd be six feet under, well more likely 8 feet." Draco said sauntering over to where Harry was standing. Harry turned and walked away from Draco. "Come on Harry, let me talk to you, please, I feel really bad," Draco whined sitting on his bed shooting Harry puppy dog eyes.
"The wind sounds must be really blowing hard," Harry remarked to himself, clearly ignoring Draco.
"Oh, yes, now that's not childish," Draco said a sneer beginning to appear on his face. If there was one thing Draco couldn't stand it was being ignored, he got enough of that at home.
"Yes, it must be the wind, because it certainly couldn't be some pompous little sodding prick making a really dreadful attempt at an apology," Harry said heading to the door.
"I know you are but what am I?" Draco said in his best annoying child voice. All this accomplished was Harry leaving. "Ah, bugger all!"
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Sorry, about it being so short, but you know, before I can write any more I need to know what kind of stuff my readers want, and I also need a Beta Reader too. Well, like I said if you want to be my beta reader just either tell me in your review or e-mail me. Well, have a nice happy day! And love to you all!
~Me! ChaffonGal
Thank you to all of my wonderful reviewers (I have 52!!!! Can you believe it?)!!!!!!!!
None of these scrumptious characters are mine…sigh.
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Harry was furious. Angry, upset, enraged, you name it, and he was it. He was furious at Draco, furious at Dumbledore, furious at Snape, and he was mad at all the suits of armor in Hogwarts (Harry didn't know why he was mad at the suits of armor, but he didn't really need a reason to be mad at anyone, let alone a 300 year old oversized bullet proof vest.)
Harry was in his 'godforsaken room' as he called it, and had been there for over a half an hour. He had been pacing ever since he had entered and he believed he was making a hole in the carpet, but it wasn't helping.
"How could he, how dare he, how could he!? I hate him, I wish I could tear out his brain stem!!! God… 'why don't we just hop into bed? Blah, blah, blah. If you don't sleep with me, I'll tell my Daddy on you.'" Harry said mimicking Draco's voice, but he was interrupted from his reverie by the sound of the real Draco's voice.
"You know, you do a very good interpretation of my voice, but you have shite (AN and yes, I meant to spell it shite, it's pronounced shy-t) for memory, because I cant seem to remember saying anything about telling my 'Daddy' on you," Draco said leaning casually against the door frame. Harry whipped around and glared at Draco.
"Ah, if looks could kill Harry, I'd be six feet under, well more likely 8 feet." Draco said sauntering over to where Harry was standing. Harry turned and walked away from Draco. "Come on Harry, let me talk to you, please, I feel really bad," Draco whined sitting on his bed shooting Harry puppy dog eyes.
"The wind sounds must be really blowing hard," Harry remarked to himself, clearly ignoring Draco.
"Oh, yes, now that's not childish," Draco said a sneer beginning to appear on his face. If there was one thing Draco couldn't stand it was being ignored, he got enough of that at home.
"Yes, it must be the wind, because it certainly couldn't be some pompous little sodding prick making a really dreadful attempt at an apology," Harry said heading to the door.
"I know you are but what am I?" Draco said in his best annoying child voice. All this accomplished was Harry leaving. "Ah, bugger all!"
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Sorry, about it being so short, but you know, before I can write any more I need to know what kind of stuff my readers want, and I also need a Beta Reader too. Well, like I said if you want to be my beta reader just either tell me in your review or e-mail me. Well, have a nice happy day! And love to you all!
~Me! ChaffonGal
