Shocking
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, J.K.Rowling's. So there.
WARNING!!!! SLASH!! (In case you've got this far in the story without realising that)
Yay!! Lots of reviews!! Thank you thank you thank you!! Special thanks to Sabrina who gave me the idea for this chapter when I was a bit stuck!
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Harry pulled away slowly, his mind reeling. 'Oh shit! I just pulled Draco Malfoy!' thought one side of his mind, while the other was concentrating more on the, 'Who cares if his father's a Death Eater and he's your worst enemy?' side of the equation. He looked at Draco's face. Right now, he could see why most of the female population at Hogwarts was in love with him. He was gorgeous, not even remotely evil-looking, and right now was looking worried.
"Jamie?" he asked, "are you ok?"
"Huh?" responded Harry, jerked out of his thoughts. "Yeah, I'm fine." Draco didn't look convinced. To hell with it, thought Harry. Leaning forward, he pulled Draco into another kiss. When they pulled apart this time, Draco was smiling.
"You know what I do sometimes in the evenings?" he said quietly. "I take my broom and fly out to a park near us, and lie down on the grass on a hill in the middle of it. I look at the stars, and wish I had someone to share them with." Harry was taken aback by this frank confession of Draco's. Oh no! He's not getting serious about me, is he? thought Harry. For the first time since they had started the prank, Harry started to feel a bit guilty about it.
"Draco, listen, I.." he started uneasily, but he didn't get far. Draco interrupted him.
"Can we go and look at the stars, Jamie?" he asked. Harry didn't have it in him to say no. With a smile and a nod, he agreed. Together, they climbed onto Draco's broomstick and flew off towards the park.
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Five minutes later, they were both lying on their backs, holding hands and staring at the stars. They talked quietly, as if they were reluctant to wake their surroundings. It would have been wonderful, thought Harry, if his mind hadn't been in such turmoil. Occasionally, one or the other of them would lean over and the two would kiss passionately, before returning to their stargazing. Eventually, after about half an hour, Harry got to his feet.
"I really need to go home now, Draco," said Harry, brushing down his skirt. "Please can you take me back to your house so I can go home?" One look into Harry's eyes told Draco that asking him to change his mind would be useless.
"Alright then," he sighed. "But you have to promise to call me tomorrow," he said, pleading.
"Don't worry, I will," replied Harry, before they climbed onto the broomstick and flew off.
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Harry tiptoed up the stairs towards Ron's room so as not to wake him, but to no avail. As he entered the room, he was pounced upon by four Weasleys, who had apparently been waiting up.
"What happened, Harry, come on, tell us!" they all shouted as loudly as they dared. Harry sat down on the bed, removing his heels as he did so.
"Not much really, I got him into a really stupid outfit to go to the play, which was funny. He really enjoyed the play, and he seemed to like my cat suit too," he added, winking at Ginny. "After that, we went home and watched a film. That was it, really." He glanced round at the slightly disappointed faces surrounding him. "What happened here?"
"Oh, nothing much either. We got a strange call from a posh lady offering us mouldy tomatoes though," replied Ron, whose eyebrows hit the roof as Harry collapsed into laughter on the bed. "It was you, wasn't it!" Ron yelled. "You and Malfoy pranked us! Why I oughta…" When he finished with a growl, Fred cut in.
"You were careful, weren't you Harry?" he asked anxiously. "He doesn't suspect anything, does he?"
"Oh no!" replied Harry. "He doesn't have a clue!"
With that, everyone headed off to bed. Just as Harry and Ron were settling down, Ron mumbled,
"Oh Harry, I almost forgot. We're meeting Hermione for lunch in Diagon Alley tomorrow, so don't sleep too late!"
Harry mumbled something indeterminable, and both boys dropped off to sleep.
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Lunch with Hermione promised to be an enjoyable experience. Since they hadn't seen her for almost two months, Harry and Ron were looking forward to catching up on her gossip and being told they weren't working hard enough, which they missed. Mrs Weasley, much as they loved her, just didn't do it right.
After meeting Hermione and sitting down at a table around one o'clock, they caught up on how she was and what was going on in the muggle world. When she was done, she suddenly sat up.
"Ooh!" she exclaimed, "I have some juicy gossip for you!" Both boys immediately leaned forward eagerly. Hermione-gossip was usually good. "You'll never guess what I saw last night!" She paused to look at Harry and Ron. She loved teasing them. "I was in this park near my house, trying to do some revision. I go there to revise because it's so quiet and hardly anyone else ever goes there. So, anyway, I was sitting there in the park, and I heard noises! So I looked out from behind my tree, and there, lying on the ground under the stars and kissing like their lives depended on it, were Draco Malfoy and some girl with long black hair!" She stopped to look at the boys, starting when she saw their expressions. Sure, it was interesting gossip, but not that shocking! Harry had gone completely white, and Ron, also white with a faint greenish tinge, was looking at Harry with something like horror on his face.
"I think I'm going to be sick!" mumbled both boys simultaneously, before standing up and sprinting towards the men's loos.
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Please review! Oh go on, you know you want to!
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, J.K.Rowling's. So there.
WARNING!!!! SLASH!! (In case you've got this far in the story without realising that)
Yay!! Lots of reviews!! Thank you thank you thank you!! Special thanks to Sabrina who gave me the idea for this chapter when I was a bit stuck!
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Harry pulled away slowly, his mind reeling. 'Oh shit! I just pulled Draco Malfoy!' thought one side of his mind, while the other was concentrating more on the, 'Who cares if his father's a Death Eater and he's your worst enemy?' side of the equation. He looked at Draco's face. Right now, he could see why most of the female population at Hogwarts was in love with him. He was gorgeous, not even remotely evil-looking, and right now was looking worried.
"Jamie?" he asked, "are you ok?"
"Huh?" responded Harry, jerked out of his thoughts. "Yeah, I'm fine." Draco didn't look convinced. To hell with it, thought Harry. Leaning forward, he pulled Draco into another kiss. When they pulled apart this time, Draco was smiling.
"You know what I do sometimes in the evenings?" he said quietly. "I take my broom and fly out to a park near us, and lie down on the grass on a hill in the middle of it. I look at the stars, and wish I had someone to share them with." Harry was taken aback by this frank confession of Draco's. Oh no! He's not getting serious about me, is he? thought Harry. For the first time since they had started the prank, Harry started to feel a bit guilty about it.
"Draco, listen, I.." he started uneasily, but he didn't get far. Draco interrupted him.
"Can we go and look at the stars, Jamie?" he asked. Harry didn't have it in him to say no. With a smile and a nod, he agreed. Together, they climbed onto Draco's broomstick and flew off towards the park.
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Five minutes later, they were both lying on their backs, holding hands and staring at the stars. They talked quietly, as if they were reluctant to wake their surroundings. It would have been wonderful, thought Harry, if his mind hadn't been in such turmoil. Occasionally, one or the other of them would lean over and the two would kiss passionately, before returning to their stargazing. Eventually, after about half an hour, Harry got to his feet.
"I really need to go home now, Draco," said Harry, brushing down his skirt. "Please can you take me back to your house so I can go home?" One look into Harry's eyes told Draco that asking him to change his mind would be useless.
"Alright then," he sighed. "But you have to promise to call me tomorrow," he said, pleading.
"Don't worry, I will," replied Harry, before they climbed onto the broomstick and flew off.
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Harry tiptoed up the stairs towards Ron's room so as not to wake him, but to no avail. As he entered the room, he was pounced upon by four Weasleys, who had apparently been waiting up.
"What happened, Harry, come on, tell us!" they all shouted as loudly as they dared. Harry sat down on the bed, removing his heels as he did so.
"Not much really, I got him into a really stupid outfit to go to the play, which was funny. He really enjoyed the play, and he seemed to like my cat suit too," he added, winking at Ginny. "After that, we went home and watched a film. That was it, really." He glanced round at the slightly disappointed faces surrounding him. "What happened here?"
"Oh, nothing much either. We got a strange call from a posh lady offering us mouldy tomatoes though," replied Ron, whose eyebrows hit the roof as Harry collapsed into laughter on the bed. "It was you, wasn't it!" Ron yelled. "You and Malfoy pranked us! Why I oughta…" When he finished with a growl, Fred cut in.
"You were careful, weren't you Harry?" he asked anxiously. "He doesn't suspect anything, does he?"
"Oh no!" replied Harry. "He doesn't have a clue!"
With that, everyone headed off to bed. Just as Harry and Ron were settling down, Ron mumbled,
"Oh Harry, I almost forgot. We're meeting Hermione for lunch in Diagon Alley tomorrow, so don't sleep too late!"
Harry mumbled something indeterminable, and both boys dropped off to sleep.
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Lunch with Hermione promised to be an enjoyable experience. Since they hadn't seen her for almost two months, Harry and Ron were looking forward to catching up on her gossip and being told they weren't working hard enough, which they missed. Mrs Weasley, much as they loved her, just didn't do it right.
After meeting Hermione and sitting down at a table around one o'clock, they caught up on how she was and what was going on in the muggle world. When she was done, she suddenly sat up.
"Ooh!" she exclaimed, "I have some juicy gossip for you!" Both boys immediately leaned forward eagerly. Hermione-gossip was usually good. "You'll never guess what I saw last night!" She paused to look at Harry and Ron. She loved teasing them. "I was in this park near my house, trying to do some revision. I go there to revise because it's so quiet and hardly anyone else ever goes there. So, anyway, I was sitting there in the park, and I heard noises! So I looked out from behind my tree, and there, lying on the ground under the stars and kissing like their lives depended on it, were Draco Malfoy and some girl with long black hair!" She stopped to look at the boys, starting when she saw their expressions. Sure, it was interesting gossip, but not that shocking! Harry had gone completely white, and Ron, also white with a faint greenish tinge, was looking at Harry with something like horror on his face.
"I think I'm going to be sick!" mumbled both boys simultaneously, before standing up and sprinting towards the men's loos.
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Please review! Oh go on, you know you want to!