Acting
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: J.K.Rowling, as always
Warning! This story is weird!! Oh, and there will be slash later on. So ner =P
Wow! So many people have reviewed! I'm so happy! Please carry on reviewing!
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Harry stood outside Gringotts, tugging anxiously at his skirt. It seemed too short and he was having trouble standing in his heels. For the umpteenth time that minute, he looked at his watch. 2:01. Was Draco going to turn up? What if he didn't? He was going to look really stupid. Anxiously, he glanced at the corner he knew his co-conspirators were hiding around. 2:02. He scanned the crowd, feeling a rush of excitement every time he saw a blond head bobbing along amidst the browns, blacks and, once, a green. Suddenly, he heard a discreet cough behind him. Spinning, he saw Draco leaning languidly against the wall, taking in his form.
"Good afternoon, miss…?" he quirked an eyebrow at the unspoken question. Harry panicked. He hadn't thought of a name! He replied with the first name that popped into his head.
"Bond," he said with a smile. "Jamie Bond." He had been watching old Bond movies with Ron as part of Ron's mugglification. Harry prayed that Draco hadn't ever seen one. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice.
"It's a pleasure, Miss Bond," replied Draco, taking Harry's hand. Harry was startled. He hadn't ever seen Draco behaving like this. Even when Draco had tried to befriend him on the train in his first year, he had been cocky and insolent. Harry decided he much prefered this side of him.
"I don't recall seeing you at school," commented Draco.
"No," replied Harry, feeling slightly self-satisfied. He'd thought this one out. "I go to Beauxbatons. My mother was French." Draco nodded. Taking Harry's hand again, he walked over to Florean Fortesque's Ice Cream Parlour. After they had both ordered, Harry acutely aware of the four Weasleys watching him, Draco continued the conversation.
"So," he started, staring intently into Harry's eyes. Harry noticed how Draco's eyes seemed to have stormclouds swirling in them, although he had such large pupils Harry could hardly see the colour at all. You could drown in eyes that deep, thought Harry, then mentally shook himself. Concentrate, he thought. Draco Malfoy does not have nice eyes. Concentrate on being a girl who likes Mal- Draco.
"Why did you call me?" continued Draco, unaware of the effect his deep eyes seemed to be having on Harry. Harry blushed. You had to give it to him, thought Ron, watching from a distance, Harry was a brilliant actor. Taking Draco's hand, he leaned in closer.
"It was a bit sneaky of me, really. I'm sorry. I just wanted to tell you," he murmured, leaning in even closer so that his face was only inches from Draco's, "How incredibly sexy I find you." By this point Harry's voice had almost reverted to it's normal pitch and, as Harry now saw, husky whipsering obviously did something for Draco. There was now no grey visible around the sides of his hugely dilated pupils and his mouth was hanging slightly open. Harry felt something that felt a bit like smugness at being able to have this effect on one of his worst enemies stir inside him. With a small wink, he got to his feet.
"I'll call you," he purred, before blowing Draco a kiss and walking off into the crowd, leaving a stunned and slightly dazed looking Draco behind him.
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As Harry rounded the corner where his friends were hiding, he was greeted by howls and whoops from the ecstatic Weasleys. They were still on a high when they tumbled into Ron's room after an uneventful journey by floo back to the Burrow. Ginny was bouncing up and down, which ended in a small fight on Ron's carpet when she accidentally bounced on Fred. Ron kept attempting to high-five everybody, another muggle trait he had just learned. George and Harry were sitting on Ron's bed, trying to get everybody to calm down. Despite the occasional giggle from Ron, they eventually succeeded.
"Okay," said George in a brisk, business-like tone, "What are we going to do to him next?"
"Well," piped up Ginny, "It's obvious! Harry's going to have to take him on a date somewhere!" During the hysterics after this comment of Ginny's, Harry ended up on Ron's lap with Fred's foot somewhere near his ear, while George, who had managed to stay on the bed, tried to prise a wailing Ginny off his foot.
"I'm sorry!" Harry shouted, landing on Ginny as Ron shoved him off his lap, "But there is no way I am taking that git on a date!"
"Tough luck Harry, you have to!" said Fred firmly. "Besides, it could be fun!" he added sarcastically.
"Yeah!" added Ginny, not catching on to the sarcasm. "I mean, he is quite good-looking!" This was too much for the others.
"Ginny!" they shouted in unison, before collapsing on the floor in giggles.
Suddenly, the door slammed open.
"Would you quiet down in there!" roared Percy, silhouted in the door like Professor Snape in a potions lesson. Silence fell over the five teenages entwined on the floor. Percy shot them a snooty death glare before striding out of the door and closing it behind him. After a moment, Ron started to giggle again. Soon they were all laughing, stuffing bits of Ron's bed cover into their mouths to keep from disturbing Percy again. When they were all quiet again, Ron started up the conversation again.
"So where are you going to take him, Harry?"
"I absolutely refuse to take him anywhere!" Harry growled. "But, since I have no choice, I know somewhere I can take him.."
While they were talking, Fred had scrambled to his feet. Now he put his finger to his lips and indicated for the others to be quiet, the phone held to his ear. As they shut up and scrambled up to listen to the conversation, a grin came over Fred's face.
"Yes?" came a voice down the telephone.
"Ah, guten morgen!" said Fred in a perfect German accent. "Ich habe mein Augapfel verloren. Konnen Sie bitte mir helfen?"
"Excuse me?" asked the voice, surprised. Fred repeated what he had just said.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand a word you're saying," sighed the man down the line.
"Ach, das ist gut, weil Sie ein Schwein sind! Ich hoffe dass, Sie in der Nähe von einem See ist, weil mein Vater Witze macht!"
"Goodbye," said the man on the other end of the telephone, and the line went dead. Fred giggled, pointed his wand at his throat and said something in German.
"Ah, that's better," he said, grinning at the others. "Well, I hope I confused him!"
"Fred, what on earth were you talking about?!" asked Ginny incredulously.
"Do you know, I haven't got the faintest idea!" replied Fred, stretching as if he were a cat without a care in the world. "Now, let's get back to Harry."
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Professor Snape replaced his telephone reciever and sighed. It would all be so much simpler if everybody spoke English!
"Severus, are you coming back?" whined a voice from his bedroom. Snape let his dressing gown drop to the ground.
"Coming, Gilderoy!" he called, checking his reflection in the window then hurrying back to his room and shutting the door firmly behind him.
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Br-
"Hello?" Draco grabbed the phone off it's hook before it had finished it's first ring. He hadn't been sitting watching it all day. No, in fact there had been a very interesting drop of water on the wall just behind it that he had watched evaporate.
"Is that you Draco?" Draco's heart leapt.
"You know, Jamie, this is my private line. You don't need to ask that everytime you call me."
"Oh, ok then." There was a pause. "So, how are you then?"
"I'm ok." Another pause. "You?"
"Yeah, I'm good. Listen, Draco, are you free tomorrow night?" Draco's heart leapt, did a triple back flip and cartwheeled six times before landing neatly in the splits, to the applause of the crowd and the cards with '10' written on that the judges all held up.
"Yeah, I think so," he choked out. "Why?"
"Do you want to go to the theatre with me tomorrow? There's a show on I want to see. The only thing is, I'd need to come and get ready at your house before because you're supposed to dress up to go. I can meet you at say, 6:30, outside Gringotts again?"
"That should be fine," replied Draco, dancing around the room with his phone attached to his ear at the thought of Jamie coming to change at his house. And the fact that they were going on a date wasn't too bad either.
"Great, I'll see you then then!" said Harry, about to hang up.
"Oh, Jamie?" asked Draco quickly. Harry's mind took a moment to register that as him.
"Yeah?"
"What play are we going to see?" Harry grinned.
"Oh, just a little comedy thing. It's called the Rocky Horror Show. I'll see you tomorrow!"
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Well, that was interesting! Not quite sure why it ended up like that, it didn't start like it! I seem to have turned Draco into a blond bimbo when he's on his own. Oopsie! Oh, and don't ask me what the German means, I won't tell mwahahaha. Find out yourself if you're that interested. Don't blame me when it's weird!
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: J.K.Rowling, as always
Warning! This story is weird!! Oh, and there will be slash later on. So ner =P
Wow! So many people have reviewed! I'm so happy! Please carry on reviewing!
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Harry stood outside Gringotts, tugging anxiously at his skirt. It seemed too short and he was having trouble standing in his heels. For the umpteenth time that minute, he looked at his watch. 2:01. Was Draco going to turn up? What if he didn't? He was going to look really stupid. Anxiously, he glanced at the corner he knew his co-conspirators were hiding around. 2:02. He scanned the crowd, feeling a rush of excitement every time he saw a blond head bobbing along amidst the browns, blacks and, once, a green. Suddenly, he heard a discreet cough behind him. Spinning, he saw Draco leaning languidly against the wall, taking in his form.
"Good afternoon, miss…?" he quirked an eyebrow at the unspoken question. Harry panicked. He hadn't thought of a name! He replied with the first name that popped into his head.
"Bond," he said with a smile. "Jamie Bond." He had been watching old Bond movies with Ron as part of Ron's mugglification. Harry prayed that Draco hadn't ever seen one. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice.
"It's a pleasure, Miss Bond," replied Draco, taking Harry's hand. Harry was startled. He hadn't ever seen Draco behaving like this. Even when Draco had tried to befriend him on the train in his first year, he had been cocky and insolent. Harry decided he much prefered this side of him.
"I don't recall seeing you at school," commented Draco.
"No," replied Harry, feeling slightly self-satisfied. He'd thought this one out. "I go to Beauxbatons. My mother was French." Draco nodded. Taking Harry's hand again, he walked over to Florean Fortesque's Ice Cream Parlour. After they had both ordered, Harry acutely aware of the four Weasleys watching him, Draco continued the conversation.
"So," he started, staring intently into Harry's eyes. Harry noticed how Draco's eyes seemed to have stormclouds swirling in them, although he had such large pupils Harry could hardly see the colour at all. You could drown in eyes that deep, thought Harry, then mentally shook himself. Concentrate, he thought. Draco Malfoy does not have nice eyes. Concentrate on being a girl who likes Mal- Draco.
"Why did you call me?" continued Draco, unaware of the effect his deep eyes seemed to be having on Harry. Harry blushed. You had to give it to him, thought Ron, watching from a distance, Harry was a brilliant actor. Taking Draco's hand, he leaned in closer.
"It was a bit sneaky of me, really. I'm sorry. I just wanted to tell you," he murmured, leaning in even closer so that his face was only inches from Draco's, "How incredibly sexy I find you." By this point Harry's voice had almost reverted to it's normal pitch and, as Harry now saw, husky whipsering obviously did something for Draco. There was now no grey visible around the sides of his hugely dilated pupils and his mouth was hanging slightly open. Harry felt something that felt a bit like smugness at being able to have this effect on one of his worst enemies stir inside him. With a small wink, he got to his feet.
"I'll call you," he purred, before blowing Draco a kiss and walking off into the crowd, leaving a stunned and slightly dazed looking Draco behind him.
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As Harry rounded the corner where his friends were hiding, he was greeted by howls and whoops from the ecstatic Weasleys. They were still on a high when they tumbled into Ron's room after an uneventful journey by floo back to the Burrow. Ginny was bouncing up and down, which ended in a small fight on Ron's carpet when she accidentally bounced on Fred. Ron kept attempting to high-five everybody, another muggle trait he had just learned. George and Harry were sitting on Ron's bed, trying to get everybody to calm down. Despite the occasional giggle from Ron, they eventually succeeded.
"Okay," said George in a brisk, business-like tone, "What are we going to do to him next?"
"Well," piped up Ginny, "It's obvious! Harry's going to have to take him on a date somewhere!" During the hysterics after this comment of Ginny's, Harry ended up on Ron's lap with Fred's foot somewhere near his ear, while George, who had managed to stay on the bed, tried to prise a wailing Ginny off his foot.
"I'm sorry!" Harry shouted, landing on Ginny as Ron shoved him off his lap, "But there is no way I am taking that git on a date!"
"Tough luck Harry, you have to!" said Fred firmly. "Besides, it could be fun!" he added sarcastically.
"Yeah!" added Ginny, not catching on to the sarcasm. "I mean, he is quite good-looking!" This was too much for the others.
"Ginny!" they shouted in unison, before collapsing on the floor in giggles.
Suddenly, the door slammed open.
"Would you quiet down in there!" roared Percy, silhouted in the door like Professor Snape in a potions lesson. Silence fell over the five teenages entwined on the floor. Percy shot them a snooty death glare before striding out of the door and closing it behind him. After a moment, Ron started to giggle again. Soon they were all laughing, stuffing bits of Ron's bed cover into their mouths to keep from disturbing Percy again. When they were all quiet again, Ron started up the conversation again.
"So where are you going to take him, Harry?"
"I absolutely refuse to take him anywhere!" Harry growled. "But, since I have no choice, I know somewhere I can take him.."
While they were talking, Fred had scrambled to his feet. Now he put his finger to his lips and indicated for the others to be quiet, the phone held to his ear. As they shut up and scrambled up to listen to the conversation, a grin came over Fred's face.
"Yes?" came a voice down the telephone.
"Ah, guten morgen!" said Fred in a perfect German accent. "Ich habe mein Augapfel verloren. Konnen Sie bitte mir helfen?"
"Excuse me?" asked the voice, surprised. Fred repeated what he had just said.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand a word you're saying," sighed the man down the line.
"Ach, das ist gut, weil Sie ein Schwein sind! Ich hoffe dass, Sie in der Nähe von einem See ist, weil mein Vater Witze macht!"
"Goodbye," said the man on the other end of the telephone, and the line went dead. Fred giggled, pointed his wand at his throat and said something in German.
"Ah, that's better," he said, grinning at the others. "Well, I hope I confused him!"
"Fred, what on earth were you talking about?!" asked Ginny incredulously.
"Do you know, I haven't got the faintest idea!" replied Fred, stretching as if he were a cat without a care in the world. "Now, let's get back to Harry."
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Professor Snape replaced his telephone reciever and sighed. It would all be so much simpler if everybody spoke English!
"Severus, are you coming back?" whined a voice from his bedroom. Snape let his dressing gown drop to the ground.
"Coming, Gilderoy!" he called, checking his reflection in the window then hurrying back to his room and shutting the door firmly behind him.
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Br-
"Hello?" Draco grabbed the phone off it's hook before it had finished it's first ring. He hadn't been sitting watching it all day. No, in fact there had been a very interesting drop of water on the wall just behind it that he had watched evaporate.
"Is that you Draco?" Draco's heart leapt.
"You know, Jamie, this is my private line. You don't need to ask that everytime you call me."
"Oh, ok then." There was a pause. "So, how are you then?"
"I'm ok." Another pause. "You?"
"Yeah, I'm good. Listen, Draco, are you free tomorrow night?" Draco's heart leapt, did a triple back flip and cartwheeled six times before landing neatly in the splits, to the applause of the crowd and the cards with '10' written on that the judges all held up.
"Yeah, I think so," he choked out. "Why?"
"Do you want to go to the theatre with me tomorrow? There's a show on I want to see. The only thing is, I'd need to come and get ready at your house before because you're supposed to dress up to go. I can meet you at say, 6:30, outside Gringotts again?"
"That should be fine," replied Draco, dancing around the room with his phone attached to his ear at the thought of Jamie coming to change at his house. And the fact that they were going on a date wasn't too bad either.
"Great, I'll see you then then!" said Harry, about to hang up.
"Oh, Jamie?" asked Draco quickly. Harry's mind took a moment to register that as him.
"Yeah?"
"What play are we going to see?" Harry grinned.
"Oh, just a little comedy thing. It's called the Rocky Horror Show. I'll see you tomorrow!"
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Well, that was interesting! Not quite sure why it ended up like that, it didn't start like it! I seem to have turned Draco into a blond bimbo when he's on his own. Oopsie! Oh, and don't ask me what the German means, I won't tell mwahahaha. Find out yourself if you're that interested. Don't blame me when it's weird!