A/N: It's been ages and ages since I've posted on this one. This chapter is longer than any of the others.
Thank you Glossy, Jair, Kissaki, Princess of Insanity, harrypotterroxmysox, Sophie, Courteney, Krazy Kandy, Yanagi Angel, aplit personalities are we, Eccentricity is Me, Lady Ev, Mystica, Escagirl, Lindsey Beth, Artema, Ema Lee, phat girl, Redhawk, Silverfox, Rehanna, Fleur---@, and if I've forgotten anyone, I'm truly sorry, but the site is being screwy again.
Special thanks to Rubicon.
Apologies to my betas.
***
Justin found himself being forcibly dragged to the library the next afternoon. "Let me go!"
"Absolutely not!" Seamus said.
"This is a golden opportunity-"
"To make a move on the Golden boy," Draco finished, interrupting Dean. Justin shot him a look of positive distress. If Draco had been a lesser Slytherin, he might have saved his friend from complete mortification. However, Draco was the very definition of the word "Slytherin" and "mercy" was a term he was not familiar with.
"Cheer up, Justin. Have we ever led you astray?" Justin was about to mention the time Seamus had told him to add dragon's blood to his sleeping potion and it exploded, sending him and four other people to the hospital with scales and wisps of smoke curling out of their nostrils. However, he was distracted by the amused look on Harry's face as Justin and his entourage entered the room.
"Hey, Justin."
"Um, hi, Harry."
"I don't you remember you being that adverse to studying. Is all that really necessary?" he asked, gesturing to Seamus, et al.
"You have no idea," Draco replied.
"Malfoy?" Harry's brow furrowed.
"Yes, Potter?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Has Madam Pince died and left you dictator of the library?"
"No..."
"Well, then don't concern yourself with why I'm here. Ah, look, a distraction!"
"What?" Harry asked, turning.
"All looks, no substance," Draco muttered. "Hey, Potter, did you hear? They revised the definition of the word 'gullible' in the dictionary to include a picture of you, along with inept, graceless, cliched, short, fashion victim, overrated-"
"Amazing. You're in the dictionary too! Right next to asshole, jerk, heartless, scheming, underhanded, bastard..."
"Getting quite friendly with our dictionaries, aren't we boys? Get any closer and the poor dears will have been violated," Seamus teased.
"Shut up, Seamus."
"Now that wouldn't be my style. However, I will leave you two to study."
"I don't understand why you didn't ask Hermione to help you with this," Harry remarked as Justin took a seat.
"I can't understand a word she says. She knows too many polysyllabic words."
"Oh and that's not a big word at all."
"What isn't?"
"Polysyllabic."
"Oh." Justin blushed. "And she gets annoyed when I ask a question."
"I guess she doesn't understand why everyone isn't as clever as she is."
"Yeah, when it comes to transfiguration, I learn at the speed of a Special Olympic hurdler." Harry laughed.
"You're going to need to move a little bit faster than that if you're going to pass tomorrow's test."
"Just a smidgen."
"Let's start then."
Justin entered his dorm, which still smelled vaguely of vanilla, feeling quite happy- until the Harry/Justin task force jumped him. "Well?" Dean asked.
"Well, I'm going to pass tomorrow's test."
"Justin, you missed the point entirely!" Seamus whined.
"What?" Justin asked innocently.
"No one arranges a study session to study," Draco answered.
"Not unless you're Hermione," Ron grumbled.
"Wh- oh. Oh!" Justin cried, eyes widening and cheeks reddening as he finally got it. "Aren't you forgetting one small detail?"
"You're too much of a Hufflepuff to tell Harry you like him and Harry's too much of a Gryffindor to jump you because it wouldn't be the gentlemanly thing to do?" Draco asked lightly.
"That's two things," Seamus said. Draco rolled his eyes.
"I have a girlfriend."
"Had," corrected Dean.
"What do you mean had?"
"Think, Justin. I know it's hard, but try," Draco said. Justin stuck out his tongue. In reply, Draco stuck out his tongue and made an odd sort of movement, which Justin copied. The end effect was a something resembling a French kiss.
"Stop," Seamus commanded, hitting them both upside the head.
"Don't touch me," Draco said sternly.
"But touching you has always been my biggest fantasy," Seamus teased.
"Shut up, Finnigan."
"As you like."
"What happened to Hannah?" Justin asked.
"What's today?" Dean asked.
"It's the- oh my god! Hannah's birthday is today!"
"And how did you spend it? In the library. With a guy. She wrote you a note," Dean said, holding up a piece of parchment. Justin read it.
"She said I've been ignoring her and she thinks I like somebody else."
"Tsk, tsk," Draco said, shaking his head.
"Hush you. Seamus, I'm going to hurt you."
"Me? Why me? It is not my fault that *you* have the hots for Harry Potter."
"I do *not* have the hots for him!"
"Right and you would certainly object to a night of wild -"
"Malfoy, continue that line of thought any further and I will hurt you," Ron interrupted.
"You've never thought of him that way?"
"God no! Are you saying you have?" Draco's only reply was a small smirk. Ron made a small choking noise in the back of his throat.
"Please, of course not. Me and Potter? That's just wrong," Draco replied.
"I agree," Ron said.
"I dunno. I think the idea sounds rather sexy."
"Yes, but, Seamus, you only think with one type of head, so your opinion doesn't count," Dean said with a sly grin. Seamus giggled.
"Ah, you know me too well. But what are we going to do about Justin?"
"Oh no!" Justin exclaimed.
"What?" asked the others simultaneously.
"Hannah wants to know if I'm gay." At this the other boys dissolved into fits of giggles.
***
Poor Justin! Does he ever get a break in this fic? More will follow. I promise to have it out in less than two months. No, I'm not evil, just busy. Meanwhile, be a dear and review!
love,
J. Silver
Thank you Glossy, Jair, Kissaki, Princess of Insanity, harrypotterroxmysox, Sophie, Courteney, Krazy Kandy, Yanagi Angel, aplit personalities are we, Eccentricity is Me, Lady Ev, Mystica, Escagirl, Lindsey Beth, Artema, Ema Lee, phat girl, Redhawk, Silverfox, Rehanna, Fleur---@, and if I've forgotten anyone, I'm truly sorry, but the site is being screwy again.
Special thanks to Rubicon.
Apologies to my betas.
***
Justin found himself being forcibly dragged to the library the next afternoon. "Let me go!"
"Absolutely not!" Seamus said.
"This is a golden opportunity-"
"To make a move on the Golden boy," Draco finished, interrupting Dean. Justin shot him a look of positive distress. If Draco had been a lesser Slytherin, he might have saved his friend from complete mortification. However, Draco was the very definition of the word "Slytherin" and "mercy" was a term he was not familiar with.
"Cheer up, Justin. Have we ever led you astray?" Justin was about to mention the time Seamus had told him to add dragon's blood to his sleeping potion and it exploded, sending him and four other people to the hospital with scales and wisps of smoke curling out of their nostrils. However, he was distracted by the amused look on Harry's face as Justin and his entourage entered the room.
"Hey, Justin."
"Um, hi, Harry."
"I don't you remember you being that adverse to studying. Is all that really necessary?" he asked, gesturing to Seamus, et al.
"You have no idea," Draco replied.
"Malfoy?" Harry's brow furrowed.
"Yes, Potter?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Has Madam Pince died and left you dictator of the library?"
"No..."
"Well, then don't concern yourself with why I'm here. Ah, look, a distraction!"
"What?" Harry asked, turning.
"All looks, no substance," Draco muttered. "Hey, Potter, did you hear? They revised the definition of the word 'gullible' in the dictionary to include a picture of you, along with inept, graceless, cliched, short, fashion victim, overrated-"
"Amazing. You're in the dictionary too! Right next to asshole, jerk, heartless, scheming, underhanded, bastard..."
"Getting quite friendly with our dictionaries, aren't we boys? Get any closer and the poor dears will have been violated," Seamus teased.
"Shut up, Seamus."
"Now that wouldn't be my style. However, I will leave you two to study."
"I don't understand why you didn't ask Hermione to help you with this," Harry remarked as Justin took a seat.
"I can't understand a word she says. She knows too many polysyllabic words."
"Oh and that's not a big word at all."
"What isn't?"
"Polysyllabic."
"Oh." Justin blushed. "And she gets annoyed when I ask a question."
"I guess she doesn't understand why everyone isn't as clever as she is."
"Yeah, when it comes to transfiguration, I learn at the speed of a Special Olympic hurdler." Harry laughed.
"You're going to need to move a little bit faster than that if you're going to pass tomorrow's test."
"Just a smidgen."
"Let's start then."
Justin entered his dorm, which still smelled vaguely of vanilla, feeling quite happy- until the Harry/Justin task force jumped him. "Well?" Dean asked.
"Well, I'm going to pass tomorrow's test."
"Justin, you missed the point entirely!" Seamus whined.
"What?" Justin asked innocently.
"No one arranges a study session to study," Draco answered.
"Not unless you're Hermione," Ron grumbled.
"Wh- oh. Oh!" Justin cried, eyes widening and cheeks reddening as he finally got it. "Aren't you forgetting one small detail?"
"You're too much of a Hufflepuff to tell Harry you like him and Harry's too much of a Gryffindor to jump you because it wouldn't be the gentlemanly thing to do?" Draco asked lightly.
"That's two things," Seamus said. Draco rolled his eyes.
"I have a girlfriend."
"Had," corrected Dean.
"What do you mean had?"
"Think, Justin. I know it's hard, but try," Draco said. Justin stuck out his tongue. In reply, Draco stuck out his tongue and made an odd sort of movement, which Justin copied. The end effect was a something resembling a French kiss.
"Stop," Seamus commanded, hitting them both upside the head.
"Don't touch me," Draco said sternly.
"But touching you has always been my biggest fantasy," Seamus teased.
"Shut up, Finnigan."
"As you like."
"What happened to Hannah?" Justin asked.
"What's today?" Dean asked.
"It's the- oh my god! Hannah's birthday is today!"
"And how did you spend it? In the library. With a guy. She wrote you a note," Dean said, holding up a piece of parchment. Justin read it.
"She said I've been ignoring her and she thinks I like somebody else."
"Tsk, tsk," Draco said, shaking his head.
"Hush you. Seamus, I'm going to hurt you."
"Me? Why me? It is not my fault that *you* have the hots for Harry Potter."
"I do *not* have the hots for him!"
"Right and you would certainly object to a night of wild -"
"Malfoy, continue that line of thought any further and I will hurt you," Ron interrupted.
"You've never thought of him that way?"
"God no! Are you saying you have?" Draco's only reply was a small smirk. Ron made a small choking noise in the back of his throat.
"Please, of course not. Me and Potter? That's just wrong," Draco replied.
"I agree," Ron said.
"I dunno. I think the idea sounds rather sexy."
"Yes, but, Seamus, you only think with one type of head, so your opinion doesn't count," Dean said with a sly grin. Seamus giggled.
"Ah, you know me too well. But what are we going to do about Justin?"
"Oh no!" Justin exclaimed.
"What?" asked the others simultaneously.
"Hannah wants to know if I'm gay." At this the other boys dissolved into fits of giggles.
***
Poor Justin! Does he ever get a break in this fic? More will follow. I promise to have it out in less than two months. No, I'm not evil, just busy. Meanwhile, be a dear and review!
love,
J. Silver