Changes
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter ©, I only intend to use them for my sick prospects.
Rating: R18- contains the homoerotica genre, course language and something that resembles Crossdressing.
Caution: Grammatical errors may or may not appear but FF.Net will take care of this anyway.
Written by: Prima Donna
Genre: Romance/Angst
Available pairings: That's for me to know and for you to find out!
Author's note: Read and review at your own will, email me at: dionne_333@yahoo.co.uk
A/N: Damn, the hickey on my left shoulder gives me an inspiration!
Gratitude to the person taking her time to read this fic.
CHAPTER 2
"So, have you plotted a plan?"
Ron stared at Hermione inquisitively. Hermione dropped her quill as a high- pitched cry sent waves of intimidation crawling onto her nerves. She sighed and for the 7th time, stood up and pulled baby Ron out of the cradle.
"I haven't devised all, I have to get the schedules, I have to work out plans, the plan would probably be made within a few days but not exactly today."
"Don't cradle the poor thing savagely!" Ron exclaimed. "No wonder I was traumatized with anything moving sideward."
"Fine!" Hermione exclaimed as she delivered the heavy redhead onto Ron's arms. "You take care of it then, see if it's easy standing up to cradle 2 babies, comfort twins and a highly intelligent little boy and tell bedtime stories for 2 other grown children!"
She sat on the bed and threw the extra pillow on the floor.
"Hermione, what are you doing?"
"Since we're not technically married, you sleep on the floor. partly because I'm also mad at you right now." Hermione pulled the covers up her chin. "And I don't care if you feel cold Ron, You can die on the floor for all I care."
*****
"Ginny!"
The blonde enveloped the redhead into a tight hug. Harry felt something caught in his throat, he had a million questions racing his head, and they were all in turmoil. Harry gripped the sides of the table, preventing himself from faltering any minute.
"Draco, come give uncle wormy a hug."
The blonde chuckled slightly and hugged the slightly overweight man tight. "Miss you so much Wormtail, You couldn't believe the torture I endured in France!"
The blonde pulled away from the embrace and stood in front of Harry, a head shorter than he. Harry tried to avoid himself from looking at all part of the body. He whispered an inaudible 'hi', before turning towards the table and grabbing a punch.
"Aren't you glad to see me?"
Harry whirled around and smiled uneasily. "Actually Malfoy, I have about a million questions, can we please sit down?"
*****
Hermione sat straight and stared at the muggle watch.
It was an hour after the fight and all the lights were out.
She peered closely at the redhead, sleeping soundly on the floor. She sighed and felt really guilty. She stood up and kneeled next to Ron.
Quietly, she bent over and kissed Ron's temples.
*****
"Well?"
Harry stared at the wineglass, avoiding Draco if it was possible.
"First, I would like to know how are you?"
An inhumane girlish chuckle. "Never better."
Tightening of the tie on the neck. "I think you look grand."
Slight and graceful nod. "Thank you."
A scratch in the chin. "Sorry about your father's death."
A nod. "Didn't know him much anyway."
A sigh. "Draco, I know I'm being nosy and you probably think I know the reason and I know you're going to get scandalised if I mentioned this. especially since I'm your enemy and all."
A well-plucked eyebrow arced. "Go on."
An embarrassed sigh. "Are you gay?"
*****
Hermione stood up and then went back to the bed. She adjusted the covers and sighed before sleeping. She couldn't think of anything else but how much she regretted not going to their 4th year Yule ball with Ron.
Ron on the other hand was sleeping with a smile plastered on his face.
For the record, Ron was awake for the whole night, happy to know she has caught the heart of Gryffindor's finest.
The bright side? Hermione kissed him on the temple!
What Ron's pessimistic conscience says: She's probably dreaming of Viktor Krum or Gilderoy Lockhart
That had shocked Ron for life. providing him a mental image that will surely scare the hell out of him for the rest of his life.
Ick. Lockhart? Hermione?
******
"Now you're being chauvinistic or are you being a homophobe or are you being ridiculous?"
Draco drummed his or her fingers on the table. Harry could see the square shaped fingernails, gleaming and luminescent under the candle across the party table. Draco seemed simply unnerved; He was caught in between utter intimidation or some frustrating confusion.
"No," Harry shrugged. "Just wondering since something crossed my mind, I don't know. You don't seem the type to be hanging around with girls, plus. the background voices on the receiver when we were talking to you were male."
Harry raised his eyes to meet Draco's, who was returning a glare instead. It was the patented Draco Malfoy glare and the thought of it made Harry uneasy and nauseated. They were probably staring at their longest when a certain redhead came and glided next to Harry.
Harry was thankful for small miracles.
"What's with the staring contest? Welcome back Draco." Ron managed to dust the seat and allowed Hermione to sit next to him. "By the way, Draco, This is my girl friend Hermione, we used to go to the same school. Hogwarts. Hermione, this is Draco Malfoy, Top student in Beauxbaton's."
Draco smiled at Hermione slightly before glaring back at Harry. "The git owes me some respect," He managed to say. "He's becoming more irrational and he's blames my business associates as my fuck mates or boy toys rather."
Harry looked at Ron innocently. "I was just asking if he was gay. What? I'm not kidding!"
Hermione looked at Harry as if Harry was some deranged juvenile delinquent escapee from Azkaban. "Doesn't matter Harry," She grinned. "It's not like you aren't and it doesn't matter if you're gay, hey. they have a lot of contributions in the world too you know and besides, half of the world's population are gay!"
Ron scratched his head. "You're gay Draco?"
Draco smacked his palm on his forehead. "I just don't know why I'm stuck with the world's dumbest gits. Good Lord!" Draco stood up and smacked both of their heads. Draco was tempted to bang the two heads together and not surprised if it wouldn't crack, as if there's anything in there anyway.
Ron rubbed his sore head. "I was only joking."
"Well, it isn't funny." Draco snapped. "And besides, FYI, I was not screwing with my business associates! I will not bribe anyone for that matter for sex! Is that understood and gender issues is not our main topic here, Harry James E. Potter."
Ron nodded. "I know that, Harry knows that, he's probably teasing you. I could remember the time when Ginny dressed you in her usual summer dresses."
"You're transsexual? " Harry's eyes bulged. "Now I know why the poor bloke went into a comma in the hospital bed. and I now know why the Hippogriff tried to kill you when you were 13 and I now doubt if the cause of Lucius Malfoy's death was heart-attack!"
"Technically no. He didn't die of heart-attack and I'm not a transsexual." Draco said shortly. "I only had one cross dressing experience and I don't want to turn into female, Thank You Very much! And I have fun with my manhood and that was when I was 9 Ron!"
"BIG FAT DIFFERENCE!" Ron exclaimed. "But it's okay, Dracy, You look hot just as you are."
Harry stared at Ron like he has sprouted an extra head, as if one Ron was already easy to tolerate. This seems to comfort Draco a bit before Sirius, Remus, Peter and Narcissa slid next to him. He then tugged the collar of his winter coat higher-One that Harry noticed was expensive.
"And Draco tells me that he's endured a whole lot of torture in France!" Peter exclaimed. "I told you not to send him to Beauxbaton, look at him, he's getting skinny." Peter pinched Draco's arm. "See? Beauxbaton's are for wimps, right Draco?"
"Actually, it was his choice to take his Masters degree for ministry economics there." Narcissa stared at Draco. "Endured Torture?" She cocked an eyebrow. "Seems to me you enjoy screwing handsome French men? Am I wrong, correct me if I am."
Two red spots coloured his cheeks. "That's not true, where ever did you get that idea, I was only talking business a while ago!"
"I wasn't saying anything about a while ago." Narcissa tugged the collar button open. "And what do you call that red mark on your neck, is that not done when another person suckles or nips your flesh?"
He avoided his mothers stare and suddenly decided that the candle was much more interesting. God, staring at inanimate objects was not doing him any good. "It's a bruise mother, I scratched it while putting on my neck tie for school, I forgot to cut my nails short yesterday."
Narcissa smacked Draco's left hand. "If a skin gets scratched, it bleeds, it does not turn purple and look like a hickey."
Draco shook his head. "I'm not lying, then this is the first time you have seen a skin getting bruised from a scratch, live with the fact."
Narcissa, impatient, tugged the collar down, low enough to reach his collarbone. "And now you tell me that you have intended to scratch yourself more than 6 times?"
Draco directly closed his buttons, sporting two scarlet blotches, darker than Ron's flaming hair. "May I be excused? I suddenly lost the appetite to eat my lunch because somebody's becoming more nosy in my private life than I intend her to, I'm 20 mother, in case you haven't noticed. And I was not screwing a while ago; I have enough decency to talk on the phone while not being. SCREWED!"
*****
Streaks of bright light filled the room with an odd yellow glow. Hermione groaned as she sat straight, her head as pounding with a severe migraine.
She forced her aching eyes down the floor. Ron was asleep, his arms bracing upon a cotton pillow. Hermione pulled the drawer open and took out a wand.
The wand was made of a shiny pliable oak wood, 9 inches long, unicorn's hair and good for charms. Just the way she found her own wand. She silently muttered a spell to cure herself from her pounding migraine.
The door opened and two chubby kids went towards Hermione.
The other one had a weed on his hand while the other stepped on top of Ron. Hermione's instincts told her that the one holding the weed was George due to the dark freckle on the bottom of his left eye while the one stepping on Ron was Fred due to his mole on the side of his neck.
George sat on the bed.
"Good morning mum."
Hermione smiled as George extended the weed. "How sweet of you George!"
George smiled shyly. "I scratched my knee while getting flowers."
Fred joined in. "Mummy, why is daddy snoring on the floor?"
Hermione sighed. "Daddy wanted the floor because the floor was much more commodious."
The twins looked at each other. "Comdous." One said. The other one shoved the other twin. "No! Douscom!"
"Okay, break it off!" Hermione exclaimed. "Let's settle with the word, comfortable. Okay with you guys?"
Fred looked at George before nodding.
*****
Harry stared at the retreating figure of a petite blonde woman. He closed his eyes together, wishing silently that he were too young to have such knowledge of a dreadful thing.
Malfoy. Gay. Cross dressing when he was 9. Oh GOD!
He would have lived with the image of having Draco Malfoy as a girl, he would have prefer that but. Imagine:
Malfoy, On bed, French man, bowl of strawberries, whip cream and handcuffs.
Harry shook his head.
Since when did he give a damn about Malfoy's sex life?
And since when did he care of Malfoy's preference towards the same sex?
The only difference made was the nauseating knowledge anyway.
*****
Ron rubbed his course fingers against his face.
He could smell his mother's fine baking from the kitchen.
He closed his eyes shut. He didn't want to wake up from dream world.
But all of a sudden, he was awake, jumping and yelling at whoever did it.
Of course, the two innocent pre-adolescent standing in front of him were the culprits. Charlie holding the bucket while Bill was standing with his wand and Percy was behind Bill, holding onto his robes.
Ron had the urge to jump off the window or perhaps drown himself on the tub, in front of him.
Or probably sack the three and throw them off the window.
"OUT!" Ron managed to yell. The three managed to raise their eyes not leave. Percy flinched and looked afraid but the adorable sight of Percy stopped Ron's rage from hitting the boiling point. "Okay, I'm sorry. you didn't have to throw the bucket though."
Percy slid on to his knee and embraced Ron. Ron wanted to gag at the soft and warm feeling building inside.
God. A fit of emotions.
"I'm sorry father," Bill said sincerely. "But your loud snores were apparent that we could not wake you from your deep sleep, Charlie has blown his trumpet on your ear but it has not worked and thus, resulted to the ice water on the bucket plan."
"Explains why Hermione was doing a seduction dance with the sound of the trumpet." Ron mumbled, remembering his dream and then saw Bill's expression. "I was kidding Bill, don't take everything seriously!"
Bill nodded.
"Oh, by the way, what day is it? Month?"
Charlie smiled. "I can answer that."
"What?"
"July 24th, Tuesday!"
*****
"Let's go inside mate," Ron smiled at Harry. "We should celebrate Ginny's birthday inside, If Trelawny were any good, she could've predicted a slight rain shower."
Harry smiled slightly as Ron lead him inside the burrow.
James and Lily were sitting on the couch with Remus and Sirius. Narcissa had a sketch on her right hand and a cellphone on her left, talking and drawing patterns. Peter was cutting Ginny's cake; Ginny was engrossed with Neville.
Fred was sipping wine with his partner, Angelina. George was talking to Seamus and Harry had no idea how he got there, all he knew was that, he had to avoid him.
"I'm sure Seamus came here for the chance to harass you." Ron chortled.
Charlie was standing next to Bill, who was holding the daily prophet. Percy was with Oliver Wood for some bizarre reason Harry didn't want to know. And of course, Ron stood next to the couch where Harry's former arch-nemesis was sitting, positioned with a cellphone on his left ear.
Harry stood next to Ron.
Ron was feeling a bit nosy and started listening to the conversation.
"Do you hear that Harry?" Ron snickered. "Listen well!"
"I know, I'll be back in France next 2 weeks and I'd appreciate if I don't find any résumé of any other people you allowed on the flat, I frankly don't give a damn if you bring a whore on the flat, No Pierre, I don't care. As long as you don't have any sexually transmitted disease. No really, I have any desires of having Crabs or Herpes or whatever."
Ron snickered. "That's really gross."
Harry nodded. "We share the same sentiments Ron. This once."
Lily smiled at James knowingly. James leaned down on Lily's ear and smiled affectionately. Harry could catch each and every word his father has passionately said. "I know harry wouldn't mind having another little baby 21 years of gap. Do you Lily?"
Lily chuckled but Harry could not hear her reply. He shifted his gaze towards Remus and Sirius. "No, Sirius, I'm Serious. You're not experiencing sex for the next 3 weeks and I don't care." Harry couldn't catch Sirius' words. "And I don't care how limp you genitalia will become, You can go to Severus if you want to and No, I frankly don't care about the neglected mutts of the society."
Harry tried his best to suppress a laugh. He then looked at Narcissa. "No, I want the house furnished and redecorated, I don't want any torture device on the house, sell it and put the money on the bank. Yes, I want my son's portrait on the entrance of the manour! Of course, I want the couch dusted, I want a Panasonic Flat TV with surround system, DVD installed with DOLBY DIGITAL effects and of course, I still want the medieval touch of the house, Change the Crisp Egyptian linen to Crimson satin in every room."
Next thing he knew, He was staring into Seamus eyes.
He shuddered.
False memories came.
He didn't like the look of Seamus' naked body.
Although Male hormones were working rapidly and Harry could feel a tiny hint of arousal.
Fortunately or Unfortunately, Draco could feel the tension as Seamus silently walked towards Harry. James cocked his head and saw Seamus approaching. Harry murmured his own chorus of 'Bloody Hell'. Ron tried his best to stand in front but to no avail, Seamus was able to shove him. Draco was very amused.
Seamus smiled at Harry. "Harry, I was wondering if you would like to. have a peaceful dinner with me in the three broomsticks. next Friday. to talk about old times?"
Harry shook his head. "No, that's very kind of you."
Seamus sighed. "Please?"
"Excuse me," Draco decided to butt in rudely, closing the phone while Pierre was still shouting. "I'm sorry to rudely interrupt-" Harry rolled his eyes-"But I think Harry has plans to talk about * Our * upcoming wedding and we decided to discuss it on a Friday and don't worry. You're invited."
Seamus and Harry did a simultaneous "WHAT?"
****
A/N: This was awfully short. well then. ehehe oh a Pierre is not Dudley's friend, you're welcome to think if he is.
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Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter ©, I only intend to use them for my sick prospects.
Rating: R18- contains the homoerotica genre, course language and something that resembles Crossdressing.
Caution: Grammatical errors may or may not appear but FF.Net will take care of this anyway.
Written by: Prima Donna
Genre: Romance/Angst
Available pairings: That's for me to know and for you to find out!
Author's note: Read and review at your own will, email me at: dionne_333@yahoo.co.uk
A/N: Damn, the hickey on my left shoulder gives me an inspiration!
Gratitude to the person taking her time to read this fic.
CHAPTER 2
"So, have you plotted a plan?"
Ron stared at Hermione inquisitively. Hermione dropped her quill as a high- pitched cry sent waves of intimidation crawling onto her nerves. She sighed and for the 7th time, stood up and pulled baby Ron out of the cradle.
"I haven't devised all, I have to get the schedules, I have to work out plans, the plan would probably be made within a few days but not exactly today."
"Don't cradle the poor thing savagely!" Ron exclaimed. "No wonder I was traumatized with anything moving sideward."
"Fine!" Hermione exclaimed as she delivered the heavy redhead onto Ron's arms. "You take care of it then, see if it's easy standing up to cradle 2 babies, comfort twins and a highly intelligent little boy and tell bedtime stories for 2 other grown children!"
She sat on the bed and threw the extra pillow on the floor.
"Hermione, what are you doing?"
"Since we're not technically married, you sleep on the floor. partly because I'm also mad at you right now." Hermione pulled the covers up her chin. "And I don't care if you feel cold Ron, You can die on the floor for all I care."
*****
"Ginny!"
The blonde enveloped the redhead into a tight hug. Harry felt something caught in his throat, he had a million questions racing his head, and they were all in turmoil. Harry gripped the sides of the table, preventing himself from faltering any minute.
"Draco, come give uncle wormy a hug."
The blonde chuckled slightly and hugged the slightly overweight man tight. "Miss you so much Wormtail, You couldn't believe the torture I endured in France!"
The blonde pulled away from the embrace and stood in front of Harry, a head shorter than he. Harry tried to avoid himself from looking at all part of the body. He whispered an inaudible 'hi', before turning towards the table and grabbing a punch.
"Aren't you glad to see me?"
Harry whirled around and smiled uneasily. "Actually Malfoy, I have about a million questions, can we please sit down?"
*****
Hermione sat straight and stared at the muggle watch.
It was an hour after the fight and all the lights were out.
She peered closely at the redhead, sleeping soundly on the floor. She sighed and felt really guilty. She stood up and kneeled next to Ron.
Quietly, she bent over and kissed Ron's temples.
*****
"Well?"
Harry stared at the wineglass, avoiding Draco if it was possible.
"First, I would like to know how are you?"
An inhumane girlish chuckle. "Never better."
Tightening of the tie on the neck. "I think you look grand."
Slight and graceful nod. "Thank you."
A scratch in the chin. "Sorry about your father's death."
A nod. "Didn't know him much anyway."
A sigh. "Draco, I know I'm being nosy and you probably think I know the reason and I know you're going to get scandalised if I mentioned this. especially since I'm your enemy and all."
A well-plucked eyebrow arced. "Go on."
An embarrassed sigh. "Are you gay?"
*****
Hermione stood up and then went back to the bed. She adjusted the covers and sighed before sleeping. She couldn't think of anything else but how much she regretted not going to their 4th year Yule ball with Ron.
Ron on the other hand was sleeping with a smile plastered on his face.
For the record, Ron was awake for the whole night, happy to know she has caught the heart of Gryffindor's finest.
The bright side? Hermione kissed him on the temple!
What Ron's pessimistic conscience says: She's probably dreaming of Viktor Krum or Gilderoy Lockhart
That had shocked Ron for life. providing him a mental image that will surely scare the hell out of him for the rest of his life.
Ick. Lockhart? Hermione?
******
"Now you're being chauvinistic or are you being a homophobe or are you being ridiculous?"
Draco drummed his or her fingers on the table. Harry could see the square shaped fingernails, gleaming and luminescent under the candle across the party table. Draco seemed simply unnerved; He was caught in between utter intimidation or some frustrating confusion.
"No," Harry shrugged. "Just wondering since something crossed my mind, I don't know. You don't seem the type to be hanging around with girls, plus. the background voices on the receiver when we were talking to you were male."
Harry raised his eyes to meet Draco's, who was returning a glare instead. It was the patented Draco Malfoy glare and the thought of it made Harry uneasy and nauseated. They were probably staring at their longest when a certain redhead came and glided next to Harry.
Harry was thankful for small miracles.
"What's with the staring contest? Welcome back Draco." Ron managed to dust the seat and allowed Hermione to sit next to him. "By the way, Draco, This is my girl friend Hermione, we used to go to the same school. Hogwarts. Hermione, this is Draco Malfoy, Top student in Beauxbaton's."
Draco smiled at Hermione slightly before glaring back at Harry. "The git owes me some respect," He managed to say. "He's becoming more irrational and he's blames my business associates as my fuck mates or boy toys rather."
Harry looked at Ron innocently. "I was just asking if he was gay. What? I'm not kidding!"
Hermione looked at Harry as if Harry was some deranged juvenile delinquent escapee from Azkaban. "Doesn't matter Harry," She grinned. "It's not like you aren't and it doesn't matter if you're gay, hey. they have a lot of contributions in the world too you know and besides, half of the world's population are gay!"
Ron scratched his head. "You're gay Draco?"
Draco smacked his palm on his forehead. "I just don't know why I'm stuck with the world's dumbest gits. Good Lord!" Draco stood up and smacked both of their heads. Draco was tempted to bang the two heads together and not surprised if it wouldn't crack, as if there's anything in there anyway.
Ron rubbed his sore head. "I was only joking."
"Well, it isn't funny." Draco snapped. "And besides, FYI, I was not screwing with my business associates! I will not bribe anyone for that matter for sex! Is that understood and gender issues is not our main topic here, Harry James E. Potter."
Ron nodded. "I know that, Harry knows that, he's probably teasing you. I could remember the time when Ginny dressed you in her usual summer dresses."
"You're transsexual? " Harry's eyes bulged. "Now I know why the poor bloke went into a comma in the hospital bed. and I now know why the Hippogriff tried to kill you when you were 13 and I now doubt if the cause of Lucius Malfoy's death was heart-attack!"
"Technically no. He didn't die of heart-attack and I'm not a transsexual." Draco said shortly. "I only had one cross dressing experience and I don't want to turn into female, Thank You Very much! And I have fun with my manhood and that was when I was 9 Ron!"
"BIG FAT DIFFERENCE!" Ron exclaimed. "But it's okay, Dracy, You look hot just as you are."
Harry stared at Ron like he has sprouted an extra head, as if one Ron was already easy to tolerate. This seems to comfort Draco a bit before Sirius, Remus, Peter and Narcissa slid next to him. He then tugged the collar of his winter coat higher-One that Harry noticed was expensive.
"And Draco tells me that he's endured a whole lot of torture in France!" Peter exclaimed. "I told you not to send him to Beauxbaton, look at him, he's getting skinny." Peter pinched Draco's arm. "See? Beauxbaton's are for wimps, right Draco?"
"Actually, it was his choice to take his Masters degree for ministry economics there." Narcissa stared at Draco. "Endured Torture?" She cocked an eyebrow. "Seems to me you enjoy screwing handsome French men? Am I wrong, correct me if I am."
Two red spots coloured his cheeks. "That's not true, where ever did you get that idea, I was only talking business a while ago!"
"I wasn't saying anything about a while ago." Narcissa tugged the collar button open. "And what do you call that red mark on your neck, is that not done when another person suckles or nips your flesh?"
He avoided his mothers stare and suddenly decided that the candle was much more interesting. God, staring at inanimate objects was not doing him any good. "It's a bruise mother, I scratched it while putting on my neck tie for school, I forgot to cut my nails short yesterday."
Narcissa smacked Draco's left hand. "If a skin gets scratched, it bleeds, it does not turn purple and look like a hickey."
Draco shook his head. "I'm not lying, then this is the first time you have seen a skin getting bruised from a scratch, live with the fact."
Narcissa, impatient, tugged the collar down, low enough to reach his collarbone. "And now you tell me that you have intended to scratch yourself more than 6 times?"
Draco directly closed his buttons, sporting two scarlet blotches, darker than Ron's flaming hair. "May I be excused? I suddenly lost the appetite to eat my lunch because somebody's becoming more nosy in my private life than I intend her to, I'm 20 mother, in case you haven't noticed. And I was not screwing a while ago; I have enough decency to talk on the phone while not being. SCREWED!"
*****
Streaks of bright light filled the room with an odd yellow glow. Hermione groaned as she sat straight, her head as pounding with a severe migraine.
She forced her aching eyes down the floor. Ron was asleep, his arms bracing upon a cotton pillow. Hermione pulled the drawer open and took out a wand.
The wand was made of a shiny pliable oak wood, 9 inches long, unicorn's hair and good for charms. Just the way she found her own wand. She silently muttered a spell to cure herself from her pounding migraine.
The door opened and two chubby kids went towards Hermione.
The other one had a weed on his hand while the other stepped on top of Ron. Hermione's instincts told her that the one holding the weed was George due to the dark freckle on the bottom of his left eye while the one stepping on Ron was Fred due to his mole on the side of his neck.
George sat on the bed.
"Good morning mum."
Hermione smiled as George extended the weed. "How sweet of you George!"
George smiled shyly. "I scratched my knee while getting flowers."
Fred joined in. "Mummy, why is daddy snoring on the floor?"
Hermione sighed. "Daddy wanted the floor because the floor was much more commodious."
The twins looked at each other. "Comdous." One said. The other one shoved the other twin. "No! Douscom!"
"Okay, break it off!" Hermione exclaimed. "Let's settle with the word, comfortable. Okay with you guys?"
Fred looked at George before nodding.
*****
Harry stared at the retreating figure of a petite blonde woman. He closed his eyes together, wishing silently that he were too young to have such knowledge of a dreadful thing.
Malfoy. Gay. Cross dressing when he was 9. Oh GOD!
He would have lived with the image of having Draco Malfoy as a girl, he would have prefer that but. Imagine:
Malfoy, On bed, French man, bowl of strawberries, whip cream and handcuffs.
Harry shook his head.
Since when did he give a damn about Malfoy's sex life?
And since when did he care of Malfoy's preference towards the same sex?
The only difference made was the nauseating knowledge anyway.
*****
Ron rubbed his course fingers against his face.
He could smell his mother's fine baking from the kitchen.
He closed his eyes shut. He didn't want to wake up from dream world.
But all of a sudden, he was awake, jumping and yelling at whoever did it.
Of course, the two innocent pre-adolescent standing in front of him were the culprits. Charlie holding the bucket while Bill was standing with his wand and Percy was behind Bill, holding onto his robes.
Ron had the urge to jump off the window or perhaps drown himself on the tub, in front of him.
Or probably sack the three and throw them off the window.
"OUT!" Ron managed to yell. The three managed to raise their eyes not leave. Percy flinched and looked afraid but the adorable sight of Percy stopped Ron's rage from hitting the boiling point. "Okay, I'm sorry. you didn't have to throw the bucket though."
Percy slid on to his knee and embraced Ron. Ron wanted to gag at the soft and warm feeling building inside.
God. A fit of emotions.
"I'm sorry father," Bill said sincerely. "But your loud snores were apparent that we could not wake you from your deep sleep, Charlie has blown his trumpet on your ear but it has not worked and thus, resulted to the ice water on the bucket plan."
"Explains why Hermione was doing a seduction dance with the sound of the trumpet." Ron mumbled, remembering his dream and then saw Bill's expression. "I was kidding Bill, don't take everything seriously!"
Bill nodded.
"Oh, by the way, what day is it? Month?"
Charlie smiled. "I can answer that."
"What?"
"July 24th, Tuesday!"
*****
"Let's go inside mate," Ron smiled at Harry. "We should celebrate Ginny's birthday inside, If Trelawny were any good, she could've predicted a slight rain shower."
Harry smiled slightly as Ron lead him inside the burrow.
James and Lily were sitting on the couch with Remus and Sirius. Narcissa had a sketch on her right hand and a cellphone on her left, talking and drawing patterns. Peter was cutting Ginny's cake; Ginny was engrossed with Neville.
Fred was sipping wine with his partner, Angelina. George was talking to Seamus and Harry had no idea how he got there, all he knew was that, he had to avoid him.
"I'm sure Seamus came here for the chance to harass you." Ron chortled.
Charlie was standing next to Bill, who was holding the daily prophet. Percy was with Oliver Wood for some bizarre reason Harry didn't want to know. And of course, Ron stood next to the couch where Harry's former arch-nemesis was sitting, positioned with a cellphone on his left ear.
Harry stood next to Ron.
Ron was feeling a bit nosy and started listening to the conversation.
"Do you hear that Harry?" Ron snickered. "Listen well!"
"I know, I'll be back in France next 2 weeks and I'd appreciate if I don't find any résumé of any other people you allowed on the flat, I frankly don't give a damn if you bring a whore on the flat, No Pierre, I don't care. As long as you don't have any sexually transmitted disease. No really, I have any desires of having Crabs or Herpes or whatever."
Ron snickered. "That's really gross."
Harry nodded. "We share the same sentiments Ron. This once."
Lily smiled at James knowingly. James leaned down on Lily's ear and smiled affectionately. Harry could catch each and every word his father has passionately said. "I know harry wouldn't mind having another little baby 21 years of gap. Do you Lily?"
Lily chuckled but Harry could not hear her reply. He shifted his gaze towards Remus and Sirius. "No, Sirius, I'm Serious. You're not experiencing sex for the next 3 weeks and I don't care." Harry couldn't catch Sirius' words. "And I don't care how limp you genitalia will become, You can go to Severus if you want to and No, I frankly don't care about the neglected mutts of the society."
Harry tried his best to suppress a laugh. He then looked at Narcissa. "No, I want the house furnished and redecorated, I don't want any torture device on the house, sell it and put the money on the bank. Yes, I want my son's portrait on the entrance of the manour! Of course, I want the couch dusted, I want a Panasonic Flat TV with surround system, DVD installed with DOLBY DIGITAL effects and of course, I still want the medieval touch of the house, Change the Crisp Egyptian linen to Crimson satin in every room."
Next thing he knew, He was staring into Seamus eyes.
He shuddered.
False memories came.
He didn't like the look of Seamus' naked body.
Although Male hormones were working rapidly and Harry could feel a tiny hint of arousal.
Fortunately or Unfortunately, Draco could feel the tension as Seamus silently walked towards Harry. James cocked his head and saw Seamus approaching. Harry murmured his own chorus of 'Bloody Hell'. Ron tried his best to stand in front but to no avail, Seamus was able to shove him. Draco was very amused.
Seamus smiled at Harry. "Harry, I was wondering if you would like to. have a peaceful dinner with me in the three broomsticks. next Friday. to talk about old times?"
Harry shook his head. "No, that's very kind of you."
Seamus sighed. "Please?"
"Excuse me," Draco decided to butt in rudely, closing the phone while Pierre was still shouting. "I'm sorry to rudely interrupt-" Harry rolled his eyes-"But I think Harry has plans to talk about * Our * upcoming wedding and we decided to discuss it on a Friday and don't worry. You're invited."
Seamus and Harry did a simultaneous "WHAT?"
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A/N: This was awfully short. well then. ehehe oh a Pierre is not Dudley's friend, you're welcome to think if he is.
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