CHAPTER 2
disclaimer: Harry Potter© J K Rowling, NO characters, spellbooks, potions, places, whatever, belong to me. *Blaaaaah, wish I owned Draco though...the little cutey...*
Blaaaaaah! did u like the first chapter?! *silence...* I said did you like the...oh forget it. :) The answers most probably aren't too positive. *chicken eggs come flying* whoops, almost hit me...I was right, then? And if you're actually wondering about the PG-13 thing, it's for what every H/D fic needs: more than enough of passionate kisses :P [p.s. I noticed I'm being an ass, can't even spell PROFESSOR properly...LoL :D] Thanks goes out to all those who reviewed, I'll try to improve my fics! :)
Written by: Hardyz Angel
Rating: PG-13 (SLASH)
Timing: 5th year
Spoilers: Not too sure, but a few hints about what happened in books 1 to 4 might leak out...
Summary: a mid-term potions project assigned by Snape forces Harry and Malfoy to work together, or perhaps discover that there's more than being forced...
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Draco was in his Slytherin dormitory alone. He could have been hopping up and down on one foot in excitement, and since he WAS the only one there, he decided, what the heck? and so he did. Draco Malfoy, in the Slytherin boys' dorm. alone, hopping up and down on one foot.
Harry Potter on the other hand could not contain his anger. He was in the Gryffindor common room sitting in a comfy armchair, with a knee-high pile of transfiguration reference books and textbooks next to him. He stared at the words in 'Advanced guide to transfiguration' and tried to make them go into hie head and stay there, however his thoughts strayed to those of revenge. In his mind, he pictured himself transfiguring Snape into a beetle, then mercifully ending the wretched professor's life by flushing him down moaning myrtle's toilet. He could even HEAR Myrtle laughing hysterically from her U-bend. Then he realized that it wasn't going to be possible for him to ever do that. Feeling angrier than before, he aimed the heavy textbook he was holding at the Snape in his imagination. It went right through the professor's head.
Hermione turned just in time to see the book flying towards the portrait hole. Then there was an annoyed shout of "HEY!!" from the Fat Lady which echoed into the corridor on the opposite side. Harry, with a sheepish grin and an "ooops", went to retrieve his book. Ron, meanwhile, was laughing his head off.
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It was night. The darkness outside the windows proved to be more effective than the curtains as hardly anything could be seen. The moon was hidden behind the clouds and a reddish glow revealed that it was going to rain. Draco tossed in his bed. He had been in the showers...with...Harry. It was a dream, yes, and one Draco had enjoyed. Harry had been shampooing his hair and they had been doing odd things with the soap bubbles. But it was all just a dream. Malfoy blamed the sudden crash of thunder which had taken away the bliss of being with the one he loved. He sat up in bed, the constant sound of the heavy rain appearing louder in the unusual eerie silence of the room. "He's gone", the Slytherin said under his breath. How horrible it was to love someone who hated you.
It was stupid. Having to call him 'Potter', and insult him. Cause him anger by insulting his friends 'Weasley' and that mudblood. And it was all just to hide the fact that Malfoys were not softies who ran after their lovers, muttering sweet words, and letting their hands stray ... It was Harry's fault in the first place. He refused to be friends with Draco way back in their first year. And Draco had to keep up with the insults and rivalries because Malfoys simply did not make friends with their enemys. All along, Draco had an obsession with Harry. But it did not show. Why? It was just the way Malfoys were made to be. Lucius would murder his son with his bare hands if he ever found out Draco was in love with another boy. Draco pulled the sheets tighter around himself and went back to sleep. Perhaps another good dream would come...
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the empty room behind the hidden staircase...
'Well, it's not anywhere near dinner yet, and I hope it never comes.' thought Harry.
the empty room behind the hidden staircase...
'I actually managed to ASK him, I can't wait for dinner to come!' Malfoy's thoughts. Completely the opposite. It was as if he had just asked Harry to marry him. He hid his joy behind his usual smirk and cold attitude before going down to breakfast.
Tuesday morning had come, bringing totally different feelings to the two boys...The Gryffindors didn't have any classes with the Slytherins or even Snape, which was lucky, because the entire room would be filled with sparks and possibly even a few random spells or curses being aimed at various students. Harry was in a foul mood. He was feeling confused, scared, and angry at the same time. The night before, he had experienced what he would classify only under 'nightmare'. He had dreamt that it was in the year before, where Rita Skeeter's article in the Witch Weekly about 'Harry Potter's secret heartache' had gotten into the Slytherins' hands. In the dream, he had grabbed the magazine, only to discover that the article had completely changed. It had changed into one titled 'Draco Malfoy's secret heartache' and the article described Malfoy confessing that he loved Harry.
Confused because Draco appeared to love him in THE DREAM
Scared because there was the question of whether THE DREAM was true
Angry because he was feeling confused and scared but couldn't tell anyone WHY
but it was just a dream. and dreams do not relate to reality, Harry assured himself. Or did they? No, no, Malfoy was an enemy. He hated Harry to the core. Malfoy hates Harry. It was only a nightmare.
:: :: :: :: :: :: :: ::
It was time to go. Harry had no appetite, so he stayed in his dormitory until dinner was over. When he finally heard Seamus and Ron coming up the spiral staircase, he grabbed his wand off the bedside table and dashed out of the door. Passing the two who were coming up, he shouted, "be back soon", causing them to wonder if his absence at dinner had anything to do with where he was going.
the empty room behind the hidden staircase...
The staircase was invisible. It was somewhere near the statue of the one-eyed witch. Harry felt around and then tapped the stone wall with his wand. a door appeared. It needed a password. A password Harry had so conveniently forgotten. He jumped when he felt someone's hand on his shoulder. "The password, is lovebites, Potter." Draco Malfoy said, opening the door.
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TO BE CONTINUED...OR NOT?
wahahahaha! now you know...you thought it would be Harry/Draco, but it's officially Draco/Harry! wahahahaha! Okay, you may say it. I'm crazy. R & R!!
I told you I was a horrible writer. I did oh yes I did. I just forgot to tell you that I failed many a spelling test, so don't expect me to be able to type long complicated words. I also forgot to say that I may be 13 but I still prefer the 2-finger way of typing. I CAN do it the proper way, but I am also unusually forgetful, so I can't remember where the all the letters are. My Grammar and Vocabulary sucks!!!!!! I blame myself.
i make no sense i make no sense i make no sense i make no sense i make no sense but so what
disclaimer: Harry Potter© J K Rowling, NO characters, spellbooks, potions, places, whatever, belong to me. *Blaaaaah, wish I owned Draco though...the little cutey...*
Blaaaaaah! did u like the first chapter?! *silence...* I said did you like the...oh forget it. :) The answers most probably aren't too positive. *chicken eggs come flying* whoops, almost hit me...I was right, then? And if you're actually wondering about the PG-13 thing, it's for what every H/D fic needs: more than enough of passionate kisses :P [p.s. I noticed I'm being an ass, can't even spell PROFESSOR properly...LoL :D] Thanks goes out to all those who reviewed, I'll try to improve my fics! :)
Written by: Hardyz Angel
Rating: PG-13 (SLASH)
Timing: 5th year
Spoilers: Not too sure, but a few hints about what happened in books 1 to 4 might leak out...
Summary: a mid-term potions project assigned by Snape forces Harry and Malfoy to work together, or perhaps discover that there's more than being forced...
:: :: :: :: :: :: :: ::
Draco was in his Slytherin dormitory alone. He could have been hopping up and down on one foot in excitement, and since he WAS the only one there, he decided, what the heck? and so he did. Draco Malfoy, in the Slytherin boys' dorm. alone, hopping up and down on one foot.
Harry Potter on the other hand could not contain his anger. He was in the Gryffindor common room sitting in a comfy armchair, with a knee-high pile of transfiguration reference books and textbooks next to him. He stared at the words in 'Advanced guide to transfiguration' and tried to make them go into hie head and stay there, however his thoughts strayed to those of revenge. In his mind, he pictured himself transfiguring Snape into a beetle, then mercifully ending the wretched professor's life by flushing him down moaning myrtle's toilet. He could even HEAR Myrtle laughing hysterically from her U-bend. Then he realized that it wasn't going to be possible for him to ever do that. Feeling angrier than before, he aimed the heavy textbook he was holding at the Snape in his imagination. It went right through the professor's head.
Hermione turned just in time to see the book flying towards the portrait hole. Then there was an annoyed shout of "HEY!!" from the Fat Lady which echoed into the corridor on the opposite side. Harry, with a sheepish grin and an "ooops", went to retrieve his book. Ron, meanwhile, was laughing his head off.
:: :: :: :: :: :: :: ::
It was night. The darkness outside the windows proved to be more effective than the curtains as hardly anything could be seen. The moon was hidden behind the clouds and a reddish glow revealed that it was going to rain. Draco tossed in his bed. He had been in the showers...with...Harry. It was a dream, yes, and one Draco had enjoyed. Harry had been shampooing his hair and they had been doing odd things with the soap bubbles. But it was all just a dream. Malfoy blamed the sudden crash of thunder which had taken away the bliss of being with the one he loved. He sat up in bed, the constant sound of the heavy rain appearing louder in the unusual eerie silence of the room. "He's gone", the Slytherin said under his breath. How horrible it was to love someone who hated you.
It was stupid. Having to call him 'Potter', and insult him. Cause him anger by insulting his friends 'Weasley' and that mudblood. And it was all just to hide the fact that Malfoys were not softies who ran after their lovers, muttering sweet words, and letting their hands stray ... It was Harry's fault in the first place. He refused to be friends with Draco way back in their first year. And Draco had to keep up with the insults and rivalries because Malfoys simply did not make friends with their enemys. All along, Draco had an obsession with Harry. But it did not show. Why? It was just the way Malfoys were made to be. Lucius would murder his son with his bare hands if he ever found out Draco was in love with another boy. Draco pulled the sheets tighter around himself and went back to sleep. Perhaps another good dream would come...
:: :: :: :: :: :: :: ::
the empty room behind the hidden staircase...
'Well, it's not anywhere near dinner yet, and I hope it never comes.' thought Harry.
the empty room behind the hidden staircase...
'I actually managed to ASK him, I can't wait for dinner to come!' Malfoy's thoughts. Completely the opposite. It was as if he had just asked Harry to marry him. He hid his joy behind his usual smirk and cold attitude before going down to breakfast.
Tuesday morning had come, bringing totally different feelings to the two boys...The Gryffindors didn't have any classes with the Slytherins or even Snape, which was lucky, because the entire room would be filled with sparks and possibly even a few random spells or curses being aimed at various students. Harry was in a foul mood. He was feeling confused, scared, and angry at the same time. The night before, he had experienced what he would classify only under 'nightmare'. He had dreamt that it was in the year before, where Rita Skeeter's article in the Witch Weekly about 'Harry Potter's secret heartache' had gotten into the Slytherins' hands. In the dream, he had grabbed the magazine, only to discover that the article had completely changed. It had changed into one titled 'Draco Malfoy's secret heartache' and the article described Malfoy confessing that he loved Harry.
Confused because Draco appeared to love him in THE DREAM
Scared because there was the question of whether THE DREAM was true
Angry because he was feeling confused and scared but couldn't tell anyone WHY
but it was just a dream. and dreams do not relate to reality, Harry assured himself. Or did they? No, no, Malfoy was an enemy. He hated Harry to the core. Malfoy hates Harry. It was only a nightmare.
:: :: :: :: :: :: :: ::
It was time to go. Harry had no appetite, so he stayed in his dormitory until dinner was over. When he finally heard Seamus and Ron coming up the spiral staircase, he grabbed his wand off the bedside table and dashed out of the door. Passing the two who were coming up, he shouted, "be back soon", causing them to wonder if his absence at dinner had anything to do with where he was going.
the empty room behind the hidden staircase...
The staircase was invisible. It was somewhere near the statue of the one-eyed witch. Harry felt around and then tapped the stone wall with his wand. a door appeared. It needed a password. A password Harry had so conveniently forgotten. He jumped when he felt someone's hand on his shoulder. "The password, is lovebites, Potter." Draco Malfoy said, opening the door.
:: :: :: :: :: :: :: ::
TO BE CONTINUED...OR NOT?
wahahahaha! now you know...you thought it would be Harry/Draco, but it's officially Draco/Harry! wahahahaha! Okay, you may say it. I'm crazy. R & R!!
I told you I was a horrible writer. I did oh yes I did. I just forgot to tell you that I failed many a spelling test, so don't expect me to be able to type long complicated words. I also forgot to say that I may be 13 but I still prefer the 2-finger way of typing. I CAN do it the proper way, but I am also unusually forgetful, so I can't remember where the all the letters are. My Grammar and Vocabulary sucks!!!!!! I blame myself.
i make no sense i make no sense i make no sense i make no sense i make no sense but so what
