Bonding
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling's. Not mine. Me no be bothered to say that.
WARNING! SLASH!!!!
As always, thanks to people who reviewed!! It's nice to be reviewed!
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Draco Malfoy was excited. So excited, in fact, that he kept having to integrate little hops and skips with the rest of his walking. He was on a date with the most beautiful girl he had ever met, who had just changed at his house. Granted, she had insisted on going into the bathroom while she did so, but it was still at his house! He was, however, having problems with his outfit. Red just wasn't his colour.
After an almost uneventful journey, including catcalls from the pedestrians who looked into the taxi and a strange glance from the taxi driver, which disappeared when they told him where they wanted to go, they arrived at the theatre. Draco was relieved to notice other people wearing strange outfits, though none looked as good as him and Jamie. Then again, who could? They went into the theatre, ordered drinks for the interval and sat down in their seats, which were quite near the front and would have been good, if there weren't the compulsory woman-with-very-big-hair sitting in front of them. Draco wriggled and couldn't sit still.
"Draco!" said Harry, finally. "Would you please calm down?"
"I'm sorry!" he giggled. "It's just so much fun to be here! I've never been to the theatre before!" Alarm bells started to go off in Harry's head.
"You haven't? Well, there's a few things you should know then.." he began.
"Oh, don't worry," responded Draco with a careless wave of his hand. "I know all about theatres, how you mustn't talk and such." Just then, the lights started to dim. Draco squealed in excitement, grabbing Harry's hand. Harry let him. The alarm bells went off again. Harry, Harry, Harry, said the Lockhart in his mind, what are we going to do with you? You're sitting here, holding hands with Draco Malfoy, and you don't mind? Luckily, the Lockhart didn't have a chance to get much farther as the theatre filled with music and the play began.
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Draco stumbled into his living room, closely followed by Harry, who promptly tripped over Draco and landed on top of him on the floor. Giggling insanely, Harry rolled off Draco and lay on his back, staring at the highly posh ceiling above him. Maybe we had a little too much to drink, thought Harry, reflecting on the two Bacardi Breezers he had during the interval, followed by the three after the show. That made six in total for the whole evening, if he counted right. Now he thought of it, it was a wonder they had both got out at the right grate.
The evening had been good fun. Draco had behaved properly during the play, only participating in the right bits. Several people had commented on his outfit, one telling him he looked like Shirley Manson in "Androgyny", whatever that meant, and a few drunk men had tried to grope Harry, a sensation he found quite unnerving. Harry now looked over to the centre of the room, where Draco was trying to do the time-warp. As Harry watched, one of the heels came off Draco's shoes and he fell onto the ground, his skirt riding up his legs. Harry crawled over to help him up, trying not to look up his skirt.
"Let's change!" suggested Draco, in a voice that quite clearly showed he was not used to drinking this much in one evening. With a nod that almost made him fall over, Harry agreed and they stumbled through to Draco's bedroom. When they had both collapsed on the floor again, Draco started wriggling about on the floor.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked, curious.
"I'm trying to get this skirt off!" replied Draco, squirming and writhing on the floor. Harry started. Grabbing his clothes, he stood up, a little shakily.
"I'll just go and get changed in your bathroom then," he said, hobbling off towards the door leading to the bathroom. When he returned, Draco was dressed in tight black jeans and a white cashmere poloneck, a startling contrast to his bright red miniskirt of the previous minute. He also seemed to have sobered up a bit.
"What time do you have to be back by?" he asked, looking with obvious disappointment at Harry's sensible clothes.
"Oh, no particular time," replied Harry, cautiously. "Why?"
"I was just wondering if you'd like to watch a film or something," asked Draco, looking slightly worried at Harry's cautious tone.
"Oh, I … er… ok then!" responded Harry, only thinking slightly about what the Weasleys would say if he turned up very late.
"Great!" said Draco, relief flooding into his face. He grinned, turning towards the kitchen. "Drink?"
"Better not!" laughed Harry. "What films have you got?"
"Ooh loads!" exclaimed Draco, ecstatic about having someone to watch his films with. "I have all the muggle James Bond movies!" Harry's heart jumped to his mouth (with a pretty little pirouette on the way). Had Draco seen through his disguise? However, from the way Draco was listing all the films he had on his fingers, Harry guessed not. His eyes slid past Draco to the phone sitting beside his bed.
"Draco?" Draco looked up from finger number eight.
"Hmm?"
"I have an idea."
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The phone rang. Ron picked it up.
"Hello?" he said.
"Oh hello.." drawled a very posh lady's voice down the telephone. "I'd like to ask if the delivery of mouldy tomatoes is still required." Ron thought for a second.
"One moment please," he said down the line, before putting the phone down on the table. "Fred! George!" he yelled. A second later, two identical twin heads popped around the door, followed closely by two identical twin bodies.
"You called, m'lady?" said George.
"Yeah," said Ron, "There's a lady on the phone talking about a delivery of mouldy tomatoes. I wondered if it was anything to do with you two!" The twins' faces slid into identical expressions of confusion.
"Not us!" they chorused, shrugging. Ron's eyes narrowed.
"Are you sure?" he asked, suspicious. After fervent nodding and crossing of hearts from the twins, Ron was inclined to believe them. He picked up the phone again.
"Hello?" he said down the line.
"Ah hello," replied the posh lady.
"Sorry, nobody here's ordered mouldy tomatoes, thanks. Goodbye," said Ron, hanging up. "Honestly, some people!" he said, shaking his head, before going back to his needlework.
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Back at Malfoy Manor, Draco Malfoy was rolling on the floor, laughing his head off. Harry was sitting on Draco's bed, watching him.
"Draco," he sighed, patiently. When he still got no reply, he tried again. "Draco!" he said, louder. And then, "DRACO!" he shouted. Draco stopped laughing and looked at him. "Thank you." Draco started giggling again. Harry sighed. Better just let him laugh it all out, he thought, lying down on Draco's bed. It was incredibly comfortable. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine what it would be like to live in a place like this. Then he went flying into the air. Opening his eyes, he saw that Draco had just jumped onto the bed next to him, causing him to jump into the air like a flea, only less annoying. Draco was grinning like a Cheshire Cat, sitting dead straight in front of him.
"I'm sorry Draco, but you look hot in that outfit," murmured Harry, before he even realised he was thinking it. When he realised what he'd said, he sat up with a gasp. Draco noticed and put a hand on his knee.
"Don't worry, Jamie, I don't mind you saying that," he said with a grin and a wink. Harry noticed that their faces were again inches apart, and he could feel Draco's hot breath on his lips. Without thinking, he brought his face down to meet Draco's, kissing him passionately as he twined his arms around his neck.
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Draco: I'm not that lightweight! How dare you make fun of me like that woman…
Me: Mwahahahaha…
Sorry about the weirdness of this chapter. Still, you should have got used to it by now!
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling's. Not mine. Me no be bothered to say that.
WARNING! SLASH!!!!
As always, thanks to people who reviewed!! It's nice to be reviewed!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Draco Malfoy was excited. So excited, in fact, that he kept having to integrate little hops and skips with the rest of his walking. He was on a date with the most beautiful girl he had ever met, who had just changed at his house. Granted, she had insisted on going into the bathroom while she did so, but it was still at his house! He was, however, having problems with his outfit. Red just wasn't his colour.
After an almost uneventful journey, including catcalls from the pedestrians who looked into the taxi and a strange glance from the taxi driver, which disappeared when they told him where they wanted to go, they arrived at the theatre. Draco was relieved to notice other people wearing strange outfits, though none looked as good as him and Jamie. Then again, who could? They went into the theatre, ordered drinks for the interval and sat down in their seats, which were quite near the front and would have been good, if there weren't the compulsory woman-with-very-big-hair sitting in front of them. Draco wriggled and couldn't sit still.
"Draco!" said Harry, finally. "Would you please calm down?"
"I'm sorry!" he giggled. "It's just so much fun to be here! I've never been to the theatre before!" Alarm bells started to go off in Harry's head.
"You haven't? Well, there's a few things you should know then.." he began.
"Oh, don't worry," responded Draco with a careless wave of his hand. "I know all about theatres, how you mustn't talk and such." Just then, the lights started to dim. Draco squealed in excitement, grabbing Harry's hand. Harry let him. The alarm bells went off again. Harry, Harry, Harry, said the Lockhart in his mind, what are we going to do with you? You're sitting here, holding hands with Draco Malfoy, and you don't mind? Luckily, the Lockhart didn't have a chance to get much farther as the theatre filled with music and the play began.
~~~~~~
Draco stumbled into his living room, closely followed by Harry, who promptly tripped over Draco and landed on top of him on the floor. Giggling insanely, Harry rolled off Draco and lay on his back, staring at the highly posh ceiling above him. Maybe we had a little too much to drink, thought Harry, reflecting on the two Bacardi Breezers he had during the interval, followed by the three after the show. That made six in total for the whole evening, if he counted right. Now he thought of it, it was a wonder they had both got out at the right grate.
The evening had been good fun. Draco had behaved properly during the play, only participating in the right bits. Several people had commented on his outfit, one telling him he looked like Shirley Manson in "Androgyny", whatever that meant, and a few drunk men had tried to grope Harry, a sensation he found quite unnerving. Harry now looked over to the centre of the room, where Draco was trying to do the time-warp. As Harry watched, one of the heels came off Draco's shoes and he fell onto the ground, his skirt riding up his legs. Harry crawled over to help him up, trying not to look up his skirt.
"Let's change!" suggested Draco, in a voice that quite clearly showed he was not used to drinking this much in one evening. With a nod that almost made him fall over, Harry agreed and they stumbled through to Draco's bedroom. When they had both collapsed on the floor again, Draco started wriggling about on the floor.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked, curious.
"I'm trying to get this skirt off!" replied Draco, squirming and writhing on the floor. Harry started. Grabbing his clothes, he stood up, a little shakily.
"I'll just go and get changed in your bathroom then," he said, hobbling off towards the door leading to the bathroom. When he returned, Draco was dressed in tight black jeans and a white cashmere poloneck, a startling contrast to his bright red miniskirt of the previous minute. He also seemed to have sobered up a bit.
"What time do you have to be back by?" he asked, looking with obvious disappointment at Harry's sensible clothes.
"Oh, no particular time," replied Harry, cautiously. "Why?"
"I was just wondering if you'd like to watch a film or something," asked Draco, looking slightly worried at Harry's cautious tone.
"Oh, I … er… ok then!" responded Harry, only thinking slightly about what the Weasleys would say if he turned up very late.
"Great!" said Draco, relief flooding into his face. He grinned, turning towards the kitchen. "Drink?"
"Better not!" laughed Harry. "What films have you got?"
"Ooh loads!" exclaimed Draco, ecstatic about having someone to watch his films with. "I have all the muggle James Bond movies!" Harry's heart jumped to his mouth (with a pretty little pirouette on the way). Had Draco seen through his disguise? However, from the way Draco was listing all the films he had on his fingers, Harry guessed not. His eyes slid past Draco to the phone sitting beside his bed.
"Draco?" Draco looked up from finger number eight.
"Hmm?"
"I have an idea."
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The phone rang. Ron picked it up.
"Hello?" he said.
"Oh hello.." drawled a very posh lady's voice down the telephone. "I'd like to ask if the delivery of mouldy tomatoes is still required." Ron thought for a second.
"One moment please," he said down the line, before putting the phone down on the table. "Fred! George!" he yelled. A second later, two identical twin heads popped around the door, followed closely by two identical twin bodies.
"You called, m'lady?" said George.
"Yeah," said Ron, "There's a lady on the phone talking about a delivery of mouldy tomatoes. I wondered if it was anything to do with you two!" The twins' faces slid into identical expressions of confusion.
"Not us!" they chorused, shrugging. Ron's eyes narrowed.
"Are you sure?" he asked, suspicious. After fervent nodding and crossing of hearts from the twins, Ron was inclined to believe them. He picked up the phone again.
"Hello?" he said down the line.
"Ah hello," replied the posh lady.
"Sorry, nobody here's ordered mouldy tomatoes, thanks. Goodbye," said Ron, hanging up. "Honestly, some people!" he said, shaking his head, before going back to his needlework.
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Back at Malfoy Manor, Draco Malfoy was rolling on the floor, laughing his head off. Harry was sitting on Draco's bed, watching him.
"Draco," he sighed, patiently. When he still got no reply, he tried again. "Draco!" he said, louder. And then, "DRACO!" he shouted. Draco stopped laughing and looked at him. "Thank you." Draco started giggling again. Harry sighed. Better just let him laugh it all out, he thought, lying down on Draco's bed. It was incredibly comfortable. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine what it would be like to live in a place like this. Then he went flying into the air. Opening his eyes, he saw that Draco had just jumped onto the bed next to him, causing him to jump into the air like a flea, only less annoying. Draco was grinning like a Cheshire Cat, sitting dead straight in front of him.
"I'm sorry Draco, but you look hot in that outfit," murmured Harry, before he even realised he was thinking it. When he realised what he'd said, he sat up with a gasp. Draco noticed and put a hand on his knee.
"Don't worry, Jamie, I don't mind you saying that," he said with a grin and a wink. Harry noticed that their faces were again inches apart, and he could feel Draco's hot breath on his lips. Without thinking, he brought his face down to meet Draco's, kissing him passionately as he twined his arms around his neck.
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Draco: I'm not that lightweight! How dare you make fun of me like that woman…
Me: Mwahahahaha…
Sorry about the weirdness of this chapter. Still, you should have got used to it by now!