Chapter 3
A.N. Hullo! Been a while since I posted, eh? Well, this is only a wee short chapter, but it's 4 in the morning! How much do you people expect from me?!
"Oi, Harry. Where've you been all night?" Ron poked his tousled red head through the curtains of his four poster and looked quizzically at Harry.
"What're you still doing up?" Harry sent Ron a confused look of his own.
"That's exactly the question I just asked you." Ron made a face, "Well, not *exactly*. You know what I mean."
"Went for a walk, Ron. I couldn't sleep well."
Ron scrunched his freckled nose. "You all right Harry?"
"Just wonderful."
"No you're not." He took a sad look to his face. "Are you ever going to be ok again, Harry?"
"One day, Ron. I'll be all right one day."
"When's that going to be Harry?"
"Bloody hell, Ron. I don't know."
Ron sighed. "Fine then." He rolled over, pulling his head back into the cubicle formed by the curtains and posts of his bed. "Harry?"
"Bloody *what*, Ron?"
"Why won't you tell anyone who did that to you? You'd feel better, I'd imagine."
"No I wouldn't"
"But you would! You'd know the bastard was locked away in Azkaban, never to hurt you, or any other innocent people, again."
"I already do know that, Ron."
"Say, what?"
"Nothing. Now would you quiet down so I can get a bit of sleep?"
"Right."
Silence fell over the dark room as Harry changed into his night shirt and climbed into his bed. Then…
"Harry?"
"WHAT!?"
"Is that fags I smell on you?"
"Go to bed, Ron."
~*~
Double Potions with Slytherin the next day was surprisingly less brutal than it could've been. Even Snape, who like the other teachers had softened up somewhat since 'the incident', refrained from any of his normal stinging commentary. Even the sideways glances from Draco weren't enough to spoil the day. Bright and sunny, certainly unusual weather for Britain, the breeze blew softly bringing the lightest rustle from the trees. Windows thrown open throughout the school, save in the always dank and dreary dungeons, allowed the out door freshness to filter through out the school.
He'd been paired with Neville, perhaps a testament to Snape's continuing dislike of Harry, but with Harry's help nothing was destroyed, no limbs were lost, and the lads' singed eyebrows were hardly noticeable. Despite all this though, Harry found himself barely able to concentrate on his lessons. Marks be damned, he just wasn't up for studying today. The lesson went by remarkably quickly, and before long, Harry found himself splayed out over the oversized armchair in the Gryffindor common room. Fred and George settled in over a seemingly never ending game of chess, the pieces squealing instructions back and forth, with one particularly rowdy pawn of Fred's giving bad instructions to George.
Harry went to bed that night feeling better than he had in a good bit.
~*~
He was back there, in that bloody room, tied to that same bloody bed. He felt the searing pain of his wee body being split in two like it had never stopped. His attacker's blonde head was bowed from his sight, the body, larger and heavier than he remembered. His cries issued forth, loud an agonising only to be sucked up in darkness of the cramped hotel room. Think finger took Harry's face roughly, forced him to look up… and into the face of Lucious Malfoy…
TBC
Harry: Oi, bloody hell, Lacey… When's the shagging going to come in?
Bean: Shaddup, Harry. This is a dramatic story, not some perverted romp.
Draco: Well, why isn't it? I've taken quite a fancy to those perverted romps, I have.
Bean: I told you! I'll write a pervy romp as soon as I finish this.
Draco: That's going to take you years at the rate you're going! I'm getting quite randy by this point.
Bean: Well you'll just have to mas- ::interrupted by a loud banging from the wardrobe in the corner of the room::
Harry: ::raised eyebrows:: I think the hobbits want out… ::stands and goes to the old wooden wardrobe, opening the door. Two wee figures tumble out, curly hair mussed and sticking out every which way.::
Merry: It's about bloody time. Bloke can't rightly breathe in that thing.
Pippin: ::hands on hips:: Lacey. A word with you. ::stands on tiptoes to grab Lacey by the ear::
Bean: Bloody OW! Peregrin! Let go!
Pippin: ::leads her to a secluded corner of the room while the others watch, amused:: Now, when are you planning to write another chapter of our story? We're spending a bit too much time in that bloody wardrobe. And bloody hell. What's with that blinkin' 'Sincere' piece of shite you wrote? You planning on posting that?
Bean: ::still being gripped around the ear:: I *can't*! You know that!
Pippin: ::lets go of her ear:: Why not?
Bean: Actor fics you dolt. ::thwaps him upside the head.:: Anywho. ::brightens looks out towards her readers:: Hullo! I'd like to say thanks to ::tele rings loudly::
Pippin: ::anwers:: Hullo? Oi! Aye, she's here… bit busy now… can she ring you in a bit? Aye… cheers mate… ::hangs up, turns to Lacey:: Oi, Lacey, that was Nickolai for you. Wants you to give him a ring when you get done.
Bean: Pip! Why didn't you just give me the phone?
Pippin: ::grins:: Didna feel like it.
Bean: ::scowls::
A.N. Hullo! Been a while since I posted, eh? Well, this is only a wee short chapter, but it's 4 in the morning! How much do you people expect from me?!
"Oi, Harry. Where've you been all night?" Ron poked his tousled red head through the curtains of his four poster and looked quizzically at Harry.
"What're you still doing up?" Harry sent Ron a confused look of his own.
"That's exactly the question I just asked you." Ron made a face, "Well, not *exactly*. You know what I mean."
"Went for a walk, Ron. I couldn't sleep well."
Ron scrunched his freckled nose. "You all right Harry?"
"Just wonderful."
"No you're not." He took a sad look to his face. "Are you ever going to be ok again, Harry?"
"One day, Ron. I'll be all right one day."
"When's that going to be Harry?"
"Bloody hell, Ron. I don't know."
Ron sighed. "Fine then." He rolled over, pulling his head back into the cubicle formed by the curtains and posts of his bed. "Harry?"
"Bloody *what*, Ron?"
"Why won't you tell anyone who did that to you? You'd feel better, I'd imagine."
"No I wouldn't"
"But you would! You'd know the bastard was locked away in Azkaban, never to hurt you, or any other innocent people, again."
"I already do know that, Ron."
"Say, what?"
"Nothing. Now would you quiet down so I can get a bit of sleep?"
"Right."
Silence fell over the dark room as Harry changed into his night shirt and climbed into his bed. Then…
"Harry?"
"WHAT!?"
"Is that fags I smell on you?"
"Go to bed, Ron."
~*~
Double Potions with Slytherin the next day was surprisingly less brutal than it could've been. Even Snape, who like the other teachers had softened up somewhat since 'the incident', refrained from any of his normal stinging commentary. Even the sideways glances from Draco weren't enough to spoil the day. Bright and sunny, certainly unusual weather for Britain, the breeze blew softly bringing the lightest rustle from the trees. Windows thrown open throughout the school, save in the always dank and dreary dungeons, allowed the out door freshness to filter through out the school.
He'd been paired with Neville, perhaps a testament to Snape's continuing dislike of Harry, but with Harry's help nothing was destroyed, no limbs were lost, and the lads' singed eyebrows were hardly noticeable. Despite all this though, Harry found himself barely able to concentrate on his lessons. Marks be damned, he just wasn't up for studying today. The lesson went by remarkably quickly, and before long, Harry found himself splayed out over the oversized armchair in the Gryffindor common room. Fred and George settled in over a seemingly never ending game of chess, the pieces squealing instructions back and forth, with one particularly rowdy pawn of Fred's giving bad instructions to George.
Harry went to bed that night feeling better than he had in a good bit.
~*~
He was back there, in that bloody room, tied to that same bloody bed. He felt the searing pain of his wee body being split in two like it had never stopped. His attacker's blonde head was bowed from his sight, the body, larger and heavier than he remembered. His cries issued forth, loud an agonising only to be sucked up in darkness of the cramped hotel room. Think finger took Harry's face roughly, forced him to look up… and into the face of Lucious Malfoy…
TBC
Harry: Oi, bloody hell, Lacey… When's the shagging going to come in?
Bean: Shaddup, Harry. This is a dramatic story, not some perverted romp.
Draco: Well, why isn't it? I've taken quite a fancy to those perverted romps, I have.
Bean: I told you! I'll write a pervy romp as soon as I finish this.
Draco: That's going to take you years at the rate you're going! I'm getting quite randy by this point.
Bean: Well you'll just have to mas- ::interrupted by a loud banging from the wardrobe in the corner of the room::
Harry: ::raised eyebrows:: I think the hobbits want out… ::stands and goes to the old wooden wardrobe, opening the door. Two wee figures tumble out, curly hair mussed and sticking out every which way.::
Merry: It's about bloody time. Bloke can't rightly breathe in that thing.
Pippin: ::hands on hips:: Lacey. A word with you. ::stands on tiptoes to grab Lacey by the ear::
Bean: Bloody OW! Peregrin! Let go!
Pippin: ::leads her to a secluded corner of the room while the others watch, amused:: Now, when are you planning to write another chapter of our story? We're spending a bit too much time in that bloody wardrobe. And bloody hell. What's with that blinkin' 'Sincere' piece of shite you wrote? You planning on posting that?
Bean: ::still being gripped around the ear:: I *can't*! You know that!
Pippin: ::lets go of her ear:: Why not?
Bean: Actor fics you dolt. ::thwaps him upside the head.:: Anywho. ::brightens looks out towards her readers:: Hullo! I'd like to say thanks to ::tele rings loudly::
Pippin: ::anwers:: Hullo? Oi! Aye, she's here… bit busy now… can she ring you in a bit? Aye… cheers mate… ::hangs up, turns to Lacey:: Oi, Lacey, that was Nickolai for you. Wants you to give him a ring when you get done.
Bean: Pip! Why didn't you just give me the phone?
Pippin: ::grins:: Didna feel like it.
Bean: ::scowls::