Chapter Two
disclaimer: I AM J.K. ROWLING!
ALL OF THESE CHARACTERS ARE MINE MINE MINE! (this my friends...is why therapists
get paid)
Oliver
awoke in the morning feeling splendid! He had rid himself of that nuisance
the previous night and was now free to be straight! Ahhh...how relaxing
it was to think of the crackling flames and the spoon gauging that took
place! All these happy thoughts were broken when he looked at Harry's four
poster. Surely someone would have noticed by now that he ceased to be,
he thought. But there was Harry...singeless and breathing. DAMN! What the
bloody hell is this!? He strode over to Harry's bed and shook him HARD
by the shoulders. HARRY! HARRY! Harry opened his eyes and said, "yes my
dearest? What is it?" Oliver looked furious. HOW CAN THIS BE???? Oliver
sprang from the room in search of something: a bow and arrow, battle ax,
A SPOON!! ANYTHING!!! "AH HA!" he shouted triumphantly, spotting Dean's
slingshot and a bag of shattered glass from the previous night. He leapt
at it and, returning to Harry's bedside, proceeded to fling shards of glass
at him. As small, deep cuts appeared one by one on Harry's forehead, Oliver
became unsatisfied. He grabbed Harry and dragged him downstairs where he
sat him down and searched in vain for something to (in his own words) KILL
THAT LITTLE BASTARD with.
Just
as he was about to give up and commit suicide, Ron and his lovebug, Hermione
entered looking fluffy as always. He spotted and old, rolled up Daily Prophet
in Ron's hand. He snatched it away with a quick "can i borrow this?" and
without waiting for an answer, dashed over to Harry. He advanced slowly
and when he was close enough, smacked Harry, repeatedly, as hard as possible
over the head. Harry just looked at Oliver and said pleasantly, "I know
that the only reason you hurt me is because you love me. Perhaps you know
no other way to express your love?". Then Oliver shouted rather abruptly,
"EXPRESS THIS, SCAR BOY!" and threw Harry from the room, out the window,
and watched his body hit the sidewalk. What gave him even more enjoyment
than the sight, was the lovely SPLAT sound it made when it made contact
with the cement below. As Oliver decided to check that he was definitely
pulseless this time (just to be sure) he noticed...
TBC.........
Sorry bout the TBC but I gotta check with Meg. Thanx for reading, PLEASE REVIEW!! I BEG OF YOU!! Flames are welcome (for what else would i use to toast my s'mores?) Also, no offense to gay or lesbian people. This is not against them, but against Harry's all too persistent love for Oliver. SO, NO OFFENSE MEANT, PEOPLE!