A/N: Hey, I updated before the two month mark! woohoo!
Thank you Scrathces, Foxglove, whitebearwrites, Eccentricity is Me, Cinaed Born of Fire, relm destroyer, Mystica, MiniMe (sol stands for shit out of luck), Redhawk, Fleur ROchard, Silverfox (Draco will get his moment), energy, lise, HpMystery ( I will update L& F soon. I swear.), and Rehanna. *mwah* Love you all!
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Seamus gave Justin a crooked grin and slid an arm around Justin's shoulder. "So what are going to wear?" Seamus asked. Justin sighed. All day he had prayed not to run into Seamus or Dean or Draco and he had succeeded- until now.
"Wear to what?"
"Tonight's party," Draco replied, smiling with Cheshire cat-naughtiness.
"I'm not going to any party."
"Yes, you are." Dean insisted.
"Harry will be there," Seamus added.
"Then I'm definitely not going."
"What do you mean you're not going?" Seamus demanded.
"The last thing I need is to continue to make myself look like an idiot in front of Harry!"
"You won't make yourself look like an idiot. Seamus will take care of that," Dean said. Seamus glared at him.
"You're not helping. I promise. I swear on all that I hold sacred-"
"That would be hot guys and all drinks containing alcohol."
"Dean! Shut up! I swear that you won't be embarrassed." Justin sighed again. Why him? Why did bad things happen to good people?
"Fabulous! Malfoy, take him to your dorm."
"What?" said Draco.
"We can't take him to the Gryffindor dorms. Harry is there!"
"How will it look if I take Justin up to my dorm?"
"How does it look with you calling him by his first name all the time?"
"I'd like to see you call him 'Finch-Fletchley' everyday. Justin is easier," Draco snapped.
"C'mon, Malfoy. You know you want Justin," Seamus teased.
"As much as you want Potter."
"I happen to think Potter is quite the hottie, but I prefer blondes myself," Seamus replied, casting what could be rightfully termed as a lustful glance at Draco.
"If you ever look at me like that again, Finnigan, I will cause you severe bodily harm and you will be lucky if you ever get it up again." Dean burst into giggles.
"Oooh! You play dirty and you play rough. I like that," Seamus cooed.
"You're a pain in the arse," Draco replied sulkily.
"You wish I was a pain in your arse, Malfoy."
"No," Justin said firmly.
"C'mon," Seamus begged.
"Absolutely not."
"Malfoy?" Draco smiled apologetically at Justin.
"It's for your own good," he said, pushing Justin onto his bed.
"Wha-Draco!Draco! Stop! Oh my g-Draco! Get off me! Please! Rape!" Draco stood back, hair mussed, eyes shining. After an intense and suggestive struggle, he had managed to trade the pair of pants Justin had been wearing for the red leather ones he had refused to wear.
"I wanted you to change his pants, not deflower him!" Seamus complained.
"Shut up," Draco replied crossly. Seamus grabbed Justin's hand and yanked him up.
"While I like the fit, I'm not into that color. It makes you look kinda whorish."
"Whorish? He looks nothing like you, Finnigan," Draco replied. Dean laughed.
"That's not funny," Seamus pouted. "I've done nothing to you but you seemed determined to mock me."
"You make it so easy."
"Jerk. And don't you dare hit me. Unlike Ron, I'll punch you back." Ron shot a dark look at Seamus.
"I wouldn't dream of hitting you. I never hit girls." Dean couldn't stand it anymore.
"Enough! Enough! If I laugh anymore, I think I'll die! Cut it out!"
"Yes, you two can continue your spat later. But back to the matter at hand," Ron gestured to Justin.
"Yes, we simply must get rid of that color. It is so not the mood we're going for," Seamus replied, affecting a very posh accent.
"What mood is that?" Draco asked. Seamus inhaled deeply through his nose and put his hands to his temples.
"I'm getting a vibe here- very sleek, very dangerous, very sexy."
"Are you sure you're talking about the same Justin?" Dean asked.
"Oh, right. I forgot. New vibe- still sleek, still sexy, very virginal."
"What?" Ron giggled.
"You should be very familiar with the term, Weasley. It comes from the word virgin, what you're going to be until you die."
"Draco," Justin said. Draco looked contrite.
"I couldn't resist."
"Ahem! Back to my vibe."
"Yes, Mr. Finnigan, share your vision," Dean prompted.
"Not Mr. Finnigan. Seamus. No last name. Anyway, to continue: virginal, coy, a very 'look, but don't you dare touch' kinda feel."
"Coy?" Justin echoed.
"Yes, coy is affected demure," Seamus said.
"Demure?"
"It's you, don't worry," Dean replied.
"How about black?" Draco suggested.
"Absolutely not," Seamus scoffed. "Everyone has a pair of black leather pants. *Harry* has a pair of black leather pants."
"Yeah, but Harry also had these," Ron added, tossing something to Seamus. The blond boy caught it reflexively. He held it up and doubled over with laughter.
"Here," he said, passing it to Justin. "You can return these to him." Justin held in his hands a set of handcuffs. Draco gave a small laugh.
"I didn't know Potter had it in him," he said, shaking his head.
"Me neither," Seamus giggled.
"Who does he use them on?" asked Dean. There was a pause as everyone thought and then turned to Ron.
"I may have to take back what I said, Weasley. Don't tell me you're into 'friends with benefits'," Draco remarked quietly.
"Hardly," Ron said, rolling his eyes.
"What about slate?" Dean asked.
"For what?" Justin asked.
"For the pants."
"What's slate?" Ron asked.
"Oh my god, you're so hetero, it's not even funny. Let me guess, you only know ten colors, right?" Seamus said.
"There are ten colors?" Ron asked blankly. "I only know- *counts* nine. Oh, no wait. Ten, if you include grey."
"Slate is a bluish-grey color," Dean explained.
"Oh."
"No," Justin said.
"I've got it!" Draco exclaimed.
"Got what?" asked Seamus.
"A heart?" murmured Ron.
"I've got a plan for how we can dress Justin."
"No," Justin repeated.
"Justin love, we can go with his idea or we can go with mine. Mine involves feathers," Seamus said.
"Draco's idea sounds good," Justin said immediately. Draco looked marginally pleased.
"Somebody open a window!" Dean called.
"Wow! I must commend you, Malfoy. Justin looks dead sexy."
"For once, Finnigan and I agree on something," Draco whispered, adjusting Justin's collar. Using a variety of charms and shifting through Draco's wardrobe, they had finally found an outfit they all agreed upon. (Well, Justin didn't agree, but his opinion didn't matter anyway.) The pants had been changed to black and Justin was wearing a semi-transparent sweater that matched his eyes. Over it all he wore a black suede trench coat. Add to that that he was pouting adorably and he could've been a model, if models ate real food.
"This isn't me."
"We know," Dean replied.
"And this jacket- It's hardly practical. It keeps getting entangled in my legs."
"Damn practical! It's not about practical. It's about making you look like some kind of sex god. Besides, with any luck, the jacket will come off along with everything else anyway. After the cozy heart-to-heart chat, of course," Seamus added.
"You have all the tact and sensitivity of a charging bull," Draco replied. He turned back to Justin who looked like Snape had just made a pass at him. "Relax," he said. "Be yourself. If you can make me like you, you can make anybody like you."
"Snape doesn't like me," Justin pointed out.
"Everyone who matters," Draco corrected. Justin smiled.
"You're not as bad as everyone says you are."
"Yeah, I am," the Slytherin replied matter-of-factly.
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Next chapter...Is Justin destined to be embarrased yet again? Will someone finally get together? Heck if I know. Review, darlings!
Love,
J. Silver
Thank you Scrathces, Foxglove, whitebearwrites, Eccentricity is Me, Cinaed Born of Fire, relm destroyer, Mystica, MiniMe (sol stands for shit out of luck), Redhawk, Fleur ROchard, Silverfox (Draco will get his moment), energy, lise, HpMystery ( I will update L& F soon. I swear.), and Rehanna. *mwah* Love you all!
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Seamus gave Justin a crooked grin and slid an arm around Justin's shoulder. "So what are going to wear?" Seamus asked. Justin sighed. All day he had prayed not to run into Seamus or Dean or Draco and he had succeeded- until now.
"Wear to what?"
"Tonight's party," Draco replied, smiling with Cheshire cat-naughtiness.
"I'm not going to any party."
"Yes, you are." Dean insisted.
"Harry will be there," Seamus added.
"Then I'm definitely not going."
"What do you mean you're not going?" Seamus demanded.
"The last thing I need is to continue to make myself look like an idiot in front of Harry!"
"You won't make yourself look like an idiot. Seamus will take care of that," Dean said. Seamus glared at him.
"You're not helping. I promise. I swear on all that I hold sacred-"
"That would be hot guys and all drinks containing alcohol."
"Dean! Shut up! I swear that you won't be embarrassed." Justin sighed again. Why him? Why did bad things happen to good people?
"Fabulous! Malfoy, take him to your dorm."
"What?" said Draco.
"We can't take him to the Gryffindor dorms. Harry is there!"
"How will it look if I take Justin up to my dorm?"
"How does it look with you calling him by his first name all the time?"
"I'd like to see you call him 'Finch-Fletchley' everyday. Justin is easier," Draco snapped.
"C'mon, Malfoy. You know you want Justin," Seamus teased.
"As much as you want Potter."
"I happen to think Potter is quite the hottie, but I prefer blondes myself," Seamus replied, casting what could be rightfully termed as a lustful glance at Draco.
"If you ever look at me like that again, Finnigan, I will cause you severe bodily harm and you will be lucky if you ever get it up again." Dean burst into giggles.
"Oooh! You play dirty and you play rough. I like that," Seamus cooed.
"You're a pain in the arse," Draco replied sulkily.
"You wish I was a pain in your arse, Malfoy."
"No," Justin said firmly.
"C'mon," Seamus begged.
"Absolutely not."
"Malfoy?" Draco smiled apologetically at Justin.
"It's for your own good," he said, pushing Justin onto his bed.
"Wha-Draco!Draco! Stop! Oh my g-Draco! Get off me! Please! Rape!" Draco stood back, hair mussed, eyes shining. After an intense and suggestive struggle, he had managed to trade the pair of pants Justin had been wearing for the red leather ones he had refused to wear.
"I wanted you to change his pants, not deflower him!" Seamus complained.
"Shut up," Draco replied crossly. Seamus grabbed Justin's hand and yanked him up.
"While I like the fit, I'm not into that color. It makes you look kinda whorish."
"Whorish? He looks nothing like you, Finnigan," Draco replied. Dean laughed.
"That's not funny," Seamus pouted. "I've done nothing to you but you seemed determined to mock me."
"You make it so easy."
"Jerk. And don't you dare hit me. Unlike Ron, I'll punch you back." Ron shot a dark look at Seamus.
"I wouldn't dream of hitting you. I never hit girls." Dean couldn't stand it anymore.
"Enough! Enough! If I laugh anymore, I think I'll die! Cut it out!"
"Yes, you two can continue your spat later. But back to the matter at hand," Ron gestured to Justin.
"Yes, we simply must get rid of that color. It is so not the mood we're going for," Seamus replied, affecting a very posh accent.
"What mood is that?" Draco asked. Seamus inhaled deeply through his nose and put his hands to his temples.
"I'm getting a vibe here- very sleek, very dangerous, very sexy."
"Are you sure you're talking about the same Justin?" Dean asked.
"Oh, right. I forgot. New vibe- still sleek, still sexy, very virginal."
"What?" Ron giggled.
"You should be very familiar with the term, Weasley. It comes from the word virgin, what you're going to be until you die."
"Draco," Justin said. Draco looked contrite.
"I couldn't resist."
"Ahem! Back to my vibe."
"Yes, Mr. Finnigan, share your vision," Dean prompted.
"Not Mr. Finnigan. Seamus. No last name. Anyway, to continue: virginal, coy, a very 'look, but don't you dare touch' kinda feel."
"Coy?" Justin echoed.
"Yes, coy is affected demure," Seamus said.
"Demure?"
"It's you, don't worry," Dean replied.
"How about black?" Draco suggested.
"Absolutely not," Seamus scoffed. "Everyone has a pair of black leather pants. *Harry* has a pair of black leather pants."
"Yeah, but Harry also had these," Ron added, tossing something to Seamus. The blond boy caught it reflexively. He held it up and doubled over with laughter.
"Here," he said, passing it to Justin. "You can return these to him." Justin held in his hands a set of handcuffs. Draco gave a small laugh.
"I didn't know Potter had it in him," he said, shaking his head.
"Me neither," Seamus giggled.
"Who does he use them on?" asked Dean. There was a pause as everyone thought and then turned to Ron.
"I may have to take back what I said, Weasley. Don't tell me you're into 'friends with benefits'," Draco remarked quietly.
"Hardly," Ron said, rolling his eyes.
"What about slate?" Dean asked.
"For what?" Justin asked.
"For the pants."
"What's slate?" Ron asked.
"Oh my god, you're so hetero, it's not even funny. Let me guess, you only know ten colors, right?" Seamus said.
"There are ten colors?" Ron asked blankly. "I only know- *counts* nine. Oh, no wait. Ten, if you include grey."
"Slate is a bluish-grey color," Dean explained.
"Oh."
"No," Justin said.
"I've got it!" Draco exclaimed.
"Got what?" asked Seamus.
"A heart?" murmured Ron.
"I've got a plan for how we can dress Justin."
"No," Justin repeated.
"Justin love, we can go with his idea or we can go with mine. Mine involves feathers," Seamus said.
"Draco's idea sounds good," Justin said immediately. Draco looked marginally pleased.
"Somebody open a window!" Dean called.
"Wow! I must commend you, Malfoy. Justin looks dead sexy."
"For once, Finnigan and I agree on something," Draco whispered, adjusting Justin's collar. Using a variety of charms and shifting through Draco's wardrobe, they had finally found an outfit they all agreed upon. (Well, Justin didn't agree, but his opinion didn't matter anyway.) The pants had been changed to black and Justin was wearing a semi-transparent sweater that matched his eyes. Over it all he wore a black suede trench coat. Add to that that he was pouting adorably and he could've been a model, if models ate real food.
"This isn't me."
"We know," Dean replied.
"And this jacket- It's hardly practical. It keeps getting entangled in my legs."
"Damn practical! It's not about practical. It's about making you look like some kind of sex god. Besides, with any luck, the jacket will come off along with everything else anyway. After the cozy heart-to-heart chat, of course," Seamus added.
"You have all the tact and sensitivity of a charging bull," Draco replied. He turned back to Justin who looked like Snape had just made a pass at him. "Relax," he said. "Be yourself. If you can make me like you, you can make anybody like you."
"Snape doesn't like me," Justin pointed out.
"Everyone who matters," Draco corrected. Justin smiled.
"You're not as bad as everyone says you are."
"Yeah, I am," the Slytherin replied matter-of-factly.
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Next chapter...Is Justin destined to be embarrased yet again? Will someone finally get together? Heck if I know. Review, darlings!
Love,
J. Silver