Omigosh! the last chapter was written so loooong ago!! what with my grades slippin' and all, i was kinda grounded (it hurts to be teen) but now i'm back and writing! hopefully, i'll be able to post more than one chapter at a time--i have another fic in progress, though not posted and i really wanna finish transitions, but don't you worry; it won't be a rush job. ^_^ thanx to my reviewers! laria, i hope you cleaned up that juice and everyone else, i hope you enjoy. to those who read and don't review, hey i appreciate you too. i just don't know your names.
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Fred was rather proud with himself. Yes, it was true he was funny and smart and rather goodlooking (in his opinion) but none of those was the reason for his pride. A swift karate chop he'd seen in a coffee shop had helped. He'd seen two wizards use magic-makeshift-karate-stuff as he was sipping his espresso and noticed the finishing move one used on the other. He had just used this on Malfoy, knocking him unconscious and stopping his complaining, ranting, and unreasonable reasoning.
And now he was looking through his stuff they'd stolen from Harry's room.
What was this?
"GEORGE!! I FOUND A TEDDY BEAR IN MALFOY'S BAG!!!" George barely missed hitting a tree as surprise overtook him. He parked the car on a cloud and burst into laughter, turning around so he could see it. He grabbedHarry it, made it do the disco, the macarana, and the electric slide before handing it to Harry who fingered the fabric and let out just a few chuckles as Fred and George were engrossed in their conversation about what else he must be in his bag.
Harry was remembering what he thought when he first saw this bear. 'Malfoy must be okay after all. At least, he had feelings at one time in his life, right? The bear's not too scuffed up so he must have taken extra special care of it.'
And what had those scars on his back been? On an impulse, Harry climbed over the front seat of the car and grabbed the limp and so-out-of-it Malfoy and pulled his shirt up over his head.
"Um, Harry? Are you... okay?" George asked, exchanging a sideways glance with Fred, who looked just as worried.
"Oh! Um... I just had a.. uh... I, um...."
"Had a sudden urge to undress your arch nemesis?" Fred finished for him.
"Yes! I mean, no! I mean... HEY I CAN TALK NOW!!!"
"..." Fred and George cleared their throats and nodded, thinking Harry had finally lost it. Sure, being stuck with Malfoy was a pretty bad punishment but they just thought it was a little joke when they said it was the end of Harry's life. Maybe the first system to shut down was the nervous.
Harry checked Malfoy's back and saw nothing. Well, flesh and a few bruises from their infamous fist fights, but nothing that looked like the results whip lashings.... Was he not injured all those weeks ago? Did he not look pained?! This was his last thought as he too was knocked out of consciousness.
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"How was the ride, boys?"
"Purred like a kitten and then some. How was your day, Dad?" George watched as his father nodded in response and continued to read his Daily Prophet, or, what they thought was the Daily Prophet. In truth, it was covering the New York Times. Mr. Weasley was so intent on figuring out this Bin Laden business. All he knew (from what he read) was that the man was a horrid one and needed a punishment WORSE than death. (a/n: i'm an american. i have to say i HATE bin laden... he is goin' down...... sorry! ventage! venting anger!)
"We did have a tough time keeping Malfoy's clothes on though." Mr. Weasley stopped his reading once he heard Fred's comment. Fred himself was carrying all their stuff from the car and dragging both Harry and Malfoy and the teddy bear by ropes tied to their feet. (On the bear, it was tied to the embroidered foot...)
Ginny saw the two boys and the bear and squealed happily. She woke them up. There was confusion as the boys jerked their legs back and Fred landed on his back and the bear was tossed between Harry and Draco and then they realized where they were and started beating each other up right there on the carpet. Blood stained here and there, but Ginny kept laughing and laughing. When either Harry or Draco finally heard her, the melodious sound gracefully floating in the air, they came to an abrupt stop. Each blushed. They were going to live, if only for a short time, in the same house as Ginny, the red-headed beauty of Hogwarts.
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Ron, Harry, and Draco were staying in the same room and all three were complaining about the accomadations. It was all Mrs. Weasley ever heard, because (being a mother) she had those special kind of ears that never picked up happy frequencies or compliments, rather, the squealing and whining and complaining and argueing of children. So she'd trapped them in the room and locked the door. It didn't really matter about the locking of the door. Malfoy and Harry still hadn't used their spell of a week, if that even applied now that they were at the Burrow.
"Malfoy made me mute and he made Dudley a pig," Harry said, attempting to make conversation with Ron.
"My new hero," Ron said (sarcasm.)
"Harry put on his nose and took away his voice, though," Draco contributed to the "conversation".
"Yippee," Sarcastic Ronald-Man, Earth's new super hero.
It was almost like Harry and Malfoy were complimenting each other, tossing things back and forth, ignoring Ron's witty comments, jokes, and guestures.
Then they were called to supper. That time already? Boy, time flies. Draco and Harry let out whistful sighs. Dinner... with Ginny...... Had either of them realized the other was feeling the same feelings the first was feeling and the latter had no clue the feelings were feeling and Ginny wasn't feeling the feeling the first and other were feeling the feeling and feeling or feeling.... feeling?
*****
THAT LAST SENTENCE WAS MESSED UP!!! well, i thought i'd give you a great big surprise ending. yeah, yeah, short. i'm not short but i'm short on time. ^_^ i'm gonna go watch gladiator now *joaquin!!!! sigh...* and drool over ceaser. later.
mashaka.... signing out and luvin' it.
*****
Fred was rather proud with himself. Yes, it was true he was funny and smart and rather goodlooking (in his opinion) but none of those was the reason for his pride. A swift karate chop he'd seen in a coffee shop had helped. He'd seen two wizards use magic-makeshift-karate-stuff as he was sipping his espresso and noticed the finishing move one used on the other. He had just used this on Malfoy, knocking him unconscious and stopping his complaining, ranting, and unreasonable reasoning.
And now he was looking through his stuff they'd stolen from Harry's room.
What was this?
"GEORGE!! I FOUND A TEDDY BEAR IN MALFOY'S BAG!!!" George barely missed hitting a tree as surprise overtook him. He parked the car on a cloud and burst into laughter, turning around so he could see it. He grabbedHarry it, made it do the disco, the macarana, and the electric slide before handing it to Harry who fingered the fabric and let out just a few chuckles as Fred and George were engrossed in their conversation about what else he must be in his bag.
Harry was remembering what he thought when he first saw this bear. 'Malfoy must be okay after all. At least, he had feelings at one time in his life, right? The bear's not too scuffed up so he must have taken extra special care of it.'
And what had those scars on his back been? On an impulse, Harry climbed over the front seat of the car and grabbed the limp and so-out-of-it Malfoy and pulled his shirt up over his head.
"Um, Harry? Are you... okay?" George asked, exchanging a sideways glance with Fred, who looked just as worried.
"Oh! Um... I just had a.. uh... I, um...."
"Had a sudden urge to undress your arch nemesis?" Fred finished for him.
"Yes! I mean, no! I mean... HEY I CAN TALK NOW!!!"
"..." Fred and George cleared their throats and nodded, thinking Harry had finally lost it. Sure, being stuck with Malfoy was a pretty bad punishment but they just thought it was a little joke when they said it was the end of Harry's life. Maybe the first system to shut down was the nervous.
Harry checked Malfoy's back and saw nothing. Well, flesh and a few bruises from their infamous fist fights, but nothing that looked like the results whip lashings.... Was he not injured all those weeks ago? Did he not look pained?! This was his last thought as he too was knocked out of consciousness.
*****
"How was the ride, boys?"
"Purred like a kitten and then some. How was your day, Dad?" George watched as his father nodded in response and continued to read his Daily Prophet, or, what they thought was the Daily Prophet. In truth, it was covering the New York Times. Mr. Weasley was so intent on figuring out this Bin Laden business. All he knew (from what he read) was that the man was a horrid one and needed a punishment WORSE than death. (a/n: i'm an american. i have to say i HATE bin laden... he is goin' down...... sorry! ventage! venting anger!)
"We did have a tough time keeping Malfoy's clothes on though." Mr. Weasley stopped his reading once he heard Fred's comment. Fred himself was carrying all their stuff from the car and dragging both Harry and Malfoy and the teddy bear by ropes tied to their feet. (On the bear, it was tied to the embroidered foot...)
Ginny saw the two boys and the bear and squealed happily. She woke them up. There was confusion as the boys jerked their legs back and Fred landed on his back and the bear was tossed between Harry and Draco and then they realized where they were and started beating each other up right there on the carpet. Blood stained here and there, but Ginny kept laughing and laughing. When either Harry or Draco finally heard her, the melodious sound gracefully floating in the air, they came to an abrupt stop. Each blushed. They were going to live, if only for a short time, in the same house as Ginny, the red-headed beauty of Hogwarts.
******
Ron, Harry, and Draco were staying in the same room and all three were complaining about the accomadations. It was all Mrs. Weasley ever heard, because (being a mother) she had those special kind of ears that never picked up happy frequencies or compliments, rather, the squealing and whining and complaining and argueing of children. So she'd trapped them in the room and locked the door. It didn't really matter about the locking of the door. Malfoy and Harry still hadn't used their spell of a week, if that even applied now that they were at the Burrow.
"Malfoy made me mute and he made Dudley a pig," Harry said, attempting to make conversation with Ron.
"My new hero," Ron said (sarcasm.)
"Harry put on his nose and took away his voice, though," Draco contributed to the "conversation".
"Yippee," Sarcastic Ronald-Man, Earth's new super hero.
It was almost like Harry and Malfoy were complimenting each other, tossing things back and forth, ignoring Ron's witty comments, jokes, and guestures.
Then they were called to supper. That time already? Boy, time flies. Draco and Harry let out whistful sighs. Dinner... with Ginny...... Had either of them realized the other was feeling the same feelings the first was feeling and the latter had no clue the feelings were feeling and Ginny wasn't feeling the feeling the first and other were feeling the feeling and feeling or feeling.... feeling?
*****
THAT LAST SENTENCE WAS MESSED UP!!! well, i thought i'd give you a great big surprise ending. yeah, yeah, short. i'm not short but i'm short on time. ^_^ i'm gonna go watch gladiator now *joaquin!!!! sigh...* and drool over ceaser. later.
mashaka.... signing out and luvin' it.