heh heh, this is kinda taking the same turn as my other fic… oops, didn't
mean for that to happen…. mm, watever. thx for the review, blah blah blah…
enjoy. ^__^
Chapter 7
All three boys looked dumbfounded at each other before they realized what they were looking at. There was a scuttle of motion as Draco and Harry tried to cover themselves. Ron just turned away, unable to gain access to his feet.
After no extraneous skin was showing, Draco found his voice. "What the fuck do you think you're doing in here Weasly??" he shouted.
"I was *going* to take a bath! But I guess I should have asked who had the room reserved first." Ron yelled right back at Draco. "I *am* a prefect, and I *do* have access to this bathroom, unlike the two of *you*." Ron could barely contain his anger.
"Well, only a Weasly would think to take a bath at midnight." Draco screamed. His voice echoed around the room.
"Well I'm *sorry* if I had a rough night, and wanted to *relax*!!" Ron glared at Harry. "So *this* is what you were talking about. 'There are things, *people*, I can't forget.' I can't believe you. *Malfoy*?!" He spat all of this at Harry's feet.
"What is he talking about Harry?" Draco turned his anger to his lover who had remained quiet since the intrusion.
"Ron, well, Ron, um, said he loved me, and we, um, kissed, but I uh, told him that there were uh, people I couldn't forget. You." Harry said very quietly while looking at the ground, meeting eyes with Draco only on the last word. Draco looked as if he was about to spontaneously combust, as did Ron.
"Well do you love him back?????" Draco yelled exasperatedly.
"Um……. Well….. yes." Harry said meekly.
"You do?" Ron asked with a tone of pure surprise in his voice.
"Yes, but I love Draco too." Harry said as he found his voice.
"You, you do?" Draco said with pure sincerity.
"Yes. I love you both so much, but in such different ways. I'm sorry, I need to get out of here." Harry gathered up his clothes, put on just so much that would cover him, and left the bathroom.
"Well, what are we going to do now?" Ron asked.
"*We* are going to do *nothing*. I'm leaving. It's Harry *I* want, not some poor weasel." Draco assembled his things, and left leaving Ron alone in the bathroom. Ron would have been hurt by Draco's last comment, but it came from the mouth of his sworn enemy so it didn't bother him.
Ron slowly undressed himself, filled up the bathtub, and immersed himself in the warm water, pondering the events of the evening.
*~*~*~*
Harry lay in his four poster bed thinking about what he was going to do. The two boys he loved were in love with him, which was far more than he could have hoped for, but they were both so different, Harry could not even begin to decide which he was going to stay with.
Draco was so sexy Harry had trouble even comprehending it. But on the other hand, Ron was his best friend and getting as intimate with him as he had been with Draco would be an altogether new kind of pleasure.
The boy who lived stared at the ceiling of his dormitory for what seemed like an eternity before finally falling into a restless, dreamless slumber.
Draco was having just as much trouble sleeping as Harry was. Although Draco had himself convinced that the only reason that he wanted Harry was that it was forbidden fruit, there was something else lurking in the back of his mind. It was almost as he had feelings for the boy who lived that ran deeper than those of desire did. (a/n- oops, he's turning into Ron… i didn't mean for him too! i swear! sry for interrupting… heh heh.)
*What am I thinking? I've never loved anyone, and I'm certainly not going to start by loving Harry Potter cringe. Fuck. *pause* I'm in love with him. *pause* Fuck.* Draco shut off his brain and went to sleep thinking about how good it felt to finally shag the boy with that gorgeous head of raven hair.
Chapter 7
All three boys looked dumbfounded at each other before they realized what they were looking at. There was a scuttle of motion as Draco and Harry tried to cover themselves. Ron just turned away, unable to gain access to his feet.
After no extraneous skin was showing, Draco found his voice. "What the fuck do you think you're doing in here Weasly??" he shouted.
"I was *going* to take a bath! But I guess I should have asked who had the room reserved first." Ron yelled right back at Draco. "I *am* a prefect, and I *do* have access to this bathroom, unlike the two of *you*." Ron could barely contain his anger.
"Well, only a Weasly would think to take a bath at midnight." Draco screamed. His voice echoed around the room.
"Well I'm *sorry* if I had a rough night, and wanted to *relax*!!" Ron glared at Harry. "So *this* is what you were talking about. 'There are things, *people*, I can't forget.' I can't believe you. *Malfoy*?!" He spat all of this at Harry's feet.
"What is he talking about Harry?" Draco turned his anger to his lover who had remained quiet since the intrusion.
"Ron, well, Ron, um, said he loved me, and we, um, kissed, but I uh, told him that there were uh, people I couldn't forget. You." Harry said very quietly while looking at the ground, meeting eyes with Draco only on the last word. Draco looked as if he was about to spontaneously combust, as did Ron.
"Well do you love him back?????" Draco yelled exasperatedly.
"Um……. Well….. yes." Harry said meekly.
"You do?" Ron asked with a tone of pure surprise in his voice.
"Yes, but I love Draco too." Harry said as he found his voice.
"You, you do?" Draco said with pure sincerity.
"Yes. I love you both so much, but in such different ways. I'm sorry, I need to get out of here." Harry gathered up his clothes, put on just so much that would cover him, and left the bathroom.
"Well, what are we going to do now?" Ron asked.
"*We* are going to do *nothing*. I'm leaving. It's Harry *I* want, not some poor weasel." Draco assembled his things, and left leaving Ron alone in the bathroom. Ron would have been hurt by Draco's last comment, but it came from the mouth of his sworn enemy so it didn't bother him.
Ron slowly undressed himself, filled up the bathtub, and immersed himself in the warm water, pondering the events of the evening.
*~*~*~*
Harry lay in his four poster bed thinking about what he was going to do. The two boys he loved were in love with him, which was far more than he could have hoped for, but they were both so different, Harry could not even begin to decide which he was going to stay with.
Draco was so sexy Harry had trouble even comprehending it. But on the other hand, Ron was his best friend and getting as intimate with him as he had been with Draco would be an altogether new kind of pleasure.
The boy who lived stared at the ceiling of his dormitory for what seemed like an eternity before finally falling into a restless, dreamless slumber.
Draco was having just as much trouble sleeping as Harry was. Although Draco had himself convinced that the only reason that he wanted Harry was that it was forbidden fruit, there was something else lurking in the back of his mind. It was almost as he had feelings for the boy who lived that ran deeper than those of desire did. (a/n- oops, he's turning into Ron… i didn't mean for him too! i swear! sry for interrupting… heh heh.)
*What am I thinking? I've never loved anyone, and I'm certainly not going to start by loving Harry Potter cringe. Fuck. *pause* I'm in love with him. *pause* Fuck.* Draco shut off his brain and went to sleep thinking about how good it felt to finally shag the boy with that gorgeous head of raven hair.