Harry woke the next morning feeling very happy and all that crap. You
know, the after effects once one has discovered they are in love? Yup,
that's what he was feeling like. It was quite obvious too, when he came
downstairs.
"Enjoyed your date, then," Hermione said approvingly. "If you say no, I'll know you're lying," she added.
"Heh, well, you're right," Harry said. Hermione gave him a look that said, 'I always am.'
"Do you," said Ron in a very strained voice, "Do you think you'll be asking him out ever then?"
Harry paused a minute. "Very likely."
"Do you," continued Ron, "Want to let other people know about it if you do?"
"Well, I would suppose so," Harry said, wondering at Ron's peculiar behavior.
"Do you," added Ron, "Suppose that you'll even . . . snog in public?"
"I haven't a clue." Harry turned to Hermione. "What in the world is wrong with Ron?"
Hermione giggled, and, as they walked downstairs to breakfast, said, "He hasn't ten galleons." When Harry looked at her weird, she said, "Just don't ask."
Supposing that everyone had turned insane overnight, Harry said nothing. After all, he had heard Draco singing in the shower just this morning.
~~~
Harry's blissful mood stayed with him all throughout the day. At breakfast, he smiled to Draco (who sat right across from him, but didn't dare sit next to him), and didn't even care when Errol came to deliver a letter and spilled pumpkin juice over Harry's lap.
"What's with Harry?" Whispered Seamus Finnigan to Ron.
"He's in love," Ron whispered miserably.
"I don't take it it's with you," replied Seamus. Ron's eyes widened.
"No, no! I'm not jealous or anything, I just owe Hermione 10 galleons and I haven't got ten galleons!" Ron said quickly.
Seamus winked and said, "Don't worry! You're secret is safe with me!"
"But I am not IN LOVE WITH HARRY POTTER!" Ron said loudly, and everyone turned to stare at him. He glared at them crossly, "What are you all looking at?"
"Um, it might help if you sat on your chair instead of stood on it," Hermione said helpfully. Ron blushed and sat down.
The people near Harry all turned to him and said, "So who do you like? Come on! Tell us! Please? I'll be your sex slave!"
At the last comment, (supplied by none other than Seamus) Harry's eyes widened. "Umm." He glanced at Draco. To tell or no? Draco nodded. So Harry smiled and said, "Well, he's sitting right in front of me."
This created a huge reaction from the crowd.
"Draco MALFOY?" exclaimed the two 5th year girls, Amber (who had brown hair with blonde streaks) and Anna (who had blonde hair with brown streaks).
"No kidding?" commented Greg, a 6th year.
Hermione grinned broadly, while Ron sunk down in his chair. "Do I get my ten galleons yet?" she said brightly.
"They still have to snog in front of everyone," grumbled Ron from the floor.
"You'll never give up, will you?" Hermione sighed.
"Of course not."
"I figured as much."
There was a pause.
"You know, you're still going to lose."
"Don't remind me." Ron didn't bother getting up from the floor.
~~~
During lessons that morning, Harry and Draco were very busy - not on the lessons, of course, they were busy thinking about each other! You know, because they're just discovering the first tender feelings of love and next thing you know they'll both be on the ground, naked.
Ah, true love.
~~~
At lunch, Ron and Hermione discussed the possibilities of convincing everyone to play Truth or Dare.
"To win," Ron said stubbornly, "It has to be EVERYONE. So no breaking us into three groups or anything, and EVERYONE has to watch."
"Why don't you just admit defeat already," said Hermione.
"No!"
Meanwhile, Draco and Harry were quietly discussing plans for their next date.
"After the Quidditch match?" Harry suggested.
"Sure. By the way, how about the loser of the match has to wear their dress."
"You're kidding, right?"
Draco gave him a pointed look.
"Hmmm, maybe . . ."
Draco continued to give him the look.
"I mean, if my team wins again - like it will . . . "
Draco looked at him.
"And you're not going to stop that until I say yes, are you?"
Draco stared.
"Ok, ok, yes already!"
Draco smiled broadly, and Harry couldn't help but laugh.
~~~
If any of their teachers noticed the change between Draco and Harry, they didn't mention it. Though the only teacher who would probably mention it was Snape, Hermione thought to herself.
~~~
At dinner, Hermione managed to convince everyone to play truth or dare on Sunday night. Ron looked decidedly pale at the thought of having to find 10 galleons.
"Are you sure you're ok?" Hermione asked him sweetly. Ron, who had taken to grunting instead of speaking for the day, grunted. "Really, Ron, you're making such a big deal about it!" she said as she buttered a roll.
"You know, Hermione's right, you do look rather pale," Harry said, "You sure you're ok?"
Ron grunted. Harry didn't look convinced, and even Draco was looking at him, if not totally worried, at least he cared a little.
"Ron's having a bad day - he needs to get ten galleons to give to me by Sunday and he hasn't any," Hermione explained, grinning.
"Is that ALL?" said Draco incredulously. He pulled out a pouch from an invisible pocket in the folds of his robes, and pulled out ten galleons. He gave them to Ron. "Eh, here you go." Then he glared. "But I'd better get paid back by the end of the year or else!"
Ron eeped, and nodded, looking even paler. Now he could give Hermione her money, but what about Draco? 'There are definitely some mornings it doesn't pay to get up,' decided Ron, 'and the morning I thought up that dare was one of them.'
~~~
Ack, ack, ack, THAT WAS FREAKING SHORT! Ahem, sorry. It's just, I'm trying to make my chapters a bit longer than usual. Er, well, I'm adding another dream now; this one being Harry's dream with whipped cream. Enjoy.
~~~
Harry's POV
~~~
One thing I should never do again is have cream-covered desserts when in the presence of Draco. Just when I thought I couldn't blush anymore, I got some whipped cream on my nose. I licked it off, without thinking, and Draco scowled at me.
"What is your problem?" I asked, politely.
"I could have done that," muttered Draco. I grinned.
"Exactly why I did it."
Well, to make up for that, Draco was twice as sadistic, and needless to say, cream was on my mind when I went to bed.
I had the weirdest dream that night.
~~~
The Dream (Remember, this is a dream. If things seem irrational, unreasonable, or slightly weird, let it slide, or else this dream will seem rather boring. =) Oh, and at the beginning of the dream, Harry dreams that he wakes up, but he doesn't really, just in case you get confused. )
~~~
People tend to wake up quickly when something shocks them to wake up. A pinch, getting tickled, someone jumping on you, those all work well. But the one that takes the cake is always the bucket of ice cold water - bonus if there's a chunk of ice.
It was no different in this case, as Harry sat straight up, his head now soaked, and his hair was plastered to his face. He spit out water, and glared around. "Hey! Who woke me up?"
"Gee, who do you think?" Draco said, in a very gleeful tone of voice. Harry moved to get his glasses on, but found that a) he could see without them and b) even if he couldn't see without them, he couldn't get them since his arms were tied up.
"Do you always have to do this?" Harry sighed. He noted his legs were tied up too. And he was bloody cold. "And I'm bloody cold."
"Well, your lips are blue, but I would have never guessed. Only one way to warm you up, no?" Draco said, sauntering over to the bed, shedding all clothing but his pants as he jumped on the bed and sat astride Harry.
"Cold water - that's probably your most sadistic way of waking me yet."
"You forgot the time you woke up when I tripped and landed on you."
"True, that hurt a lot but st-"
Harry couldn't finish his sentence, because Draco had gotten bored and decided that it really wasn't a good thing that Harry's lips were blue. So he begin sucking at Harry's lower lip, and then stuck his tongue in Harry's mouth.
Harry responded in kind, with a light moan. Draco's mouth felt impossibly warm because he was so cold, and it felt absolutely amazing.
After a few minutes of this, however, Draco stood up and jumped lightly off the bed.
"Where are you going?" Harry said, starting to feel a little cold again. "You could at least untie me first . . ."
"Oh, be quiet a minute!" Draco said. Though his back was turned, Harry could practically hear the smile on his face.
Draco turned around, and he was holding a can of whipped cream.
//Too much whipped cream at lunch, I think// Harry's subconscious thought briefly, but was shushed up by his dream conscious.
Draco lazily took the top off the whipped cream and shook the bottle.
"Um, what are you going to . . . do . . . with that . . . "
Draco gave him one of the pointed looks he was so good at giving.
"Oh, right," muttered Harry.
Draco took the bottle, and sprayed some whipped cream into his own mouth, and then ate it, licking his lips. He then went and kissed Harry again, and Harry could taste the sweet cream blending with the taste of Draco. He closed his eyes in pleasure.
Which probably was a bad thing on his part, because when he opened them, Draco was back up on the bed, straddling him, and spraying trails of whipped cream up and down his chest, and then licked it off, slowly, flicking his tongue out, and going lower and lower.
'Well, I'm defiantly not cold anymore,' thought Harry, 'On the contrary, I feel really really warm now . . .'
It wasn't long before Draco had used up all of the whipped cream in the can.
"How in the world can you lick that fast!" exclaimed Harry wonderingly.
"Why, practice, of course," Draco said innocently, though when he licked his lips, it totally ruined it.
Which, of course, Harry had to point out to Draco, who then scowled.
"Just for that, you have to eat whipped cream too!"
The scene shifted slightly, and suddenly Draco was the one tied up, and Harry had the bottle of whipped cream.
Harry grinned evilly. "Oh, I am going to enjoy this way too much."
Of course, being that this was Harry's dream, he had to wake up now.
~~~
Harry's POV
~~~
I hate it when my dreams end like that.
So do we Harry, but don't worry. A dream of Draco's will be coming soon, as well as Ron continuing to wonder how to get ten galleons, and the second Quidditch map. And, of course, Truth or Dare! =)
"Enjoyed your date, then," Hermione said approvingly. "If you say no, I'll know you're lying," she added.
"Heh, well, you're right," Harry said. Hermione gave him a look that said, 'I always am.'
"Do you," said Ron in a very strained voice, "Do you think you'll be asking him out ever then?"
Harry paused a minute. "Very likely."
"Do you," continued Ron, "Want to let other people know about it if you do?"
"Well, I would suppose so," Harry said, wondering at Ron's peculiar behavior.
"Do you," added Ron, "Suppose that you'll even . . . snog in public?"
"I haven't a clue." Harry turned to Hermione. "What in the world is wrong with Ron?"
Hermione giggled, and, as they walked downstairs to breakfast, said, "He hasn't ten galleons." When Harry looked at her weird, she said, "Just don't ask."
Supposing that everyone had turned insane overnight, Harry said nothing. After all, he had heard Draco singing in the shower just this morning.
~~~
Harry's blissful mood stayed with him all throughout the day. At breakfast, he smiled to Draco (who sat right across from him, but didn't dare sit next to him), and didn't even care when Errol came to deliver a letter and spilled pumpkin juice over Harry's lap.
"What's with Harry?" Whispered Seamus Finnigan to Ron.
"He's in love," Ron whispered miserably.
"I don't take it it's with you," replied Seamus. Ron's eyes widened.
"No, no! I'm not jealous or anything, I just owe Hermione 10 galleons and I haven't got ten galleons!" Ron said quickly.
Seamus winked and said, "Don't worry! You're secret is safe with me!"
"But I am not IN LOVE WITH HARRY POTTER!" Ron said loudly, and everyone turned to stare at him. He glared at them crossly, "What are you all looking at?"
"Um, it might help if you sat on your chair instead of stood on it," Hermione said helpfully. Ron blushed and sat down.
The people near Harry all turned to him and said, "So who do you like? Come on! Tell us! Please? I'll be your sex slave!"
At the last comment, (supplied by none other than Seamus) Harry's eyes widened. "Umm." He glanced at Draco. To tell or no? Draco nodded. So Harry smiled and said, "Well, he's sitting right in front of me."
This created a huge reaction from the crowd.
"Draco MALFOY?" exclaimed the two 5th year girls, Amber (who had brown hair with blonde streaks) and Anna (who had blonde hair with brown streaks).
"No kidding?" commented Greg, a 6th year.
Hermione grinned broadly, while Ron sunk down in his chair. "Do I get my ten galleons yet?" she said brightly.
"They still have to snog in front of everyone," grumbled Ron from the floor.
"You'll never give up, will you?" Hermione sighed.
"Of course not."
"I figured as much."
There was a pause.
"You know, you're still going to lose."
"Don't remind me." Ron didn't bother getting up from the floor.
~~~
During lessons that morning, Harry and Draco were very busy - not on the lessons, of course, they were busy thinking about each other! You know, because they're just discovering the first tender feelings of love and next thing you know they'll both be on the ground, naked.
Ah, true love.
~~~
At lunch, Ron and Hermione discussed the possibilities of convincing everyone to play Truth or Dare.
"To win," Ron said stubbornly, "It has to be EVERYONE. So no breaking us into three groups or anything, and EVERYONE has to watch."
"Why don't you just admit defeat already," said Hermione.
"No!"
Meanwhile, Draco and Harry were quietly discussing plans for their next date.
"After the Quidditch match?" Harry suggested.
"Sure. By the way, how about the loser of the match has to wear their dress."
"You're kidding, right?"
Draco gave him a pointed look.
"Hmmm, maybe . . ."
Draco continued to give him the look.
"I mean, if my team wins again - like it will . . . "
Draco looked at him.
"And you're not going to stop that until I say yes, are you?"
Draco stared.
"Ok, ok, yes already!"
Draco smiled broadly, and Harry couldn't help but laugh.
~~~
If any of their teachers noticed the change between Draco and Harry, they didn't mention it. Though the only teacher who would probably mention it was Snape, Hermione thought to herself.
~~~
At dinner, Hermione managed to convince everyone to play truth or dare on Sunday night. Ron looked decidedly pale at the thought of having to find 10 galleons.
"Are you sure you're ok?" Hermione asked him sweetly. Ron, who had taken to grunting instead of speaking for the day, grunted. "Really, Ron, you're making such a big deal about it!" she said as she buttered a roll.
"You know, Hermione's right, you do look rather pale," Harry said, "You sure you're ok?"
Ron grunted. Harry didn't look convinced, and even Draco was looking at him, if not totally worried, at least he cared a little.
"Ron's having a bad day - he needs to get ten galleons to give to me by Sunday and he hasn't any," Hermione explained, grinning.
"Is that ALL?" said Draco incredulously. He pulled out a pouch from an invisible pocket in the folds of his robes, and pulled out ten galleons. He gave them to Ron. "Eh, here you go." Then he glared. "But I'd better get paid back by the end of the year or else!"
Ron eeped, and nodded, looking even paler. Now he could give Hermione her money, but what about Draco? 'There are definitely some mornings it doesn't pay to get up,' decided Ron, 'and the morning I thought up that dare was one of them.'
~~~
Ack, ack, ack, THAT WAS FREAKING SHORT! Ahem, sorry. It's just, I'm trying to make my chapters a bit longer than usual. Er, well, I'm adding another dream now; this one being Harry's dream with whipped cream. Enjoy.
~~~
Harry's POV
~~~
One thing I should never do again is have cream-covered desserts when in the presence of Draco. Just when I thought I couldn't blush anymore, I got some whipped cream on my nose. I licked it off, without thinking, and Draco scowled at me.
"What is your problem?" I asked, politely.
"I could have done that," muttered Draco. I grinned.
"Exactly why I did it."
Well, to make up for that, Draco was twice as sadistic, and needless to say, cream was on my mind when I went to bed.
I had the weirdest dream that night.
~~~
The Dream (Remember, this is a dream. If things seem irrational, unreasonable, or slightly weird, let it slide, or else this dream will seem rather boring. =) Oh, and at the beginning of the dream, Harry dreams that he wakes up, but he doesn't really, just in case you get confused. )
~~~
People tend to wake up quickly when something shocks them to wake up. A pinch, getting tickled, someone jumping on you, those all work well. But the one that takes the cake is always the bucket of ice cold water - bonus if there's a chunk of ice.
It was no different in this case, as Harry sat straight up, his head now soaked, and his hair was plastered to his face. He spit out water, and glared around. "Hey! Who woke me up?"
"Gee, who do you think?" Draco said, in a very gleeful tone of voice. Harry moved to get his glasses on, but found that a) he could see without them and b) even if he couldn't see without them, he couldn't get them since his arms were tied up.
"Do you always have to do this?" Harry sighed. He noted his legs were tied up too. And he was bloody cold. "And I'm bloody cold."
"Well, your lips are blue, but I would have never guessed. Only one way to warm you up, no?" Draco said, sauntering over to the bed, shedding all clothing but his pants as he jumped on the bed and sat astride Harry.
"Cold water - that's probably your most sadistic way of waking me yet."
"You forgot the time you woke up when I tripped and landed on you."
"True, that hurt a lot but st-"
Harry couldn't finish his sentence, because Draco had gotten bored and decided that it really wasn't a good thing that Harry's lips were blue. So he begin sucking at Harry's lower lip, and then stuck his tongue in Harry's mouth.
Harry responded in kind, with a light moan. Draco's mouth felt impossibly warm because he was so cold, and it felt absolutely amazing.
After a few minutes of this, however, Draco stood up and jumped lightly off the bed.
"Where are you going?" Harry said, starting to feel a little cold again. "You could at least untie me first . . ."
"Oh, be quiet a minute!" Draco said. Though his back was turned, Harry could practically hear the smile on his face.
Draco turned around, and he was holding a can of whipped cream.
//Too much whipped cream at lunch, I think// Harry's subconscious thought briefly, but was shushed up by his dream conscious.
Draco lazily took the top off the whipped cream and shook the bottle.
"Um, what are you going to . . . do . . . with that . . . "
Draco gave him one of the pointed looks he was so good at giving.
"Oh, right," muttered Harry.
Draco took the bottle, and sprayed some whipped cream into his own mouth, and then ate it, licking his lips. He then went and kissed Harry again, and Harry could taste the sweet cream blending with the taste of Draco. He closed his eyes in pleasure.
Which probably was a bad thing on his part, because when he opened them, Draco was back up on the bed, straddling him, and spraying trails of whipped cream up and down his chest, and then licked it off, slowly, flicking his tongue out, and going lower and lower.
'Well, I'm defiantly not cold anymore,' thought Harry, 'On the contrary, I feel really really warm now . . .'
It wasn't long before Draco had used up all of the whipped cream in the can.
"How in the world can you lick that fast!" exclaimed Harry wonderingly.
"Why, practice, of course," Draco said innocently, though when he licked his lips, it totally ruined it.
Which, of course, Harry had to point out to Draco, who then scowled.
"Just for that, you have to eat whipped cream too!"
The scene shifted slightly, and suddenly Draco was the one tied up, and Harry had the bottle of whipped cream.
Harry grinned evilly. "Oh, I am going to enjoy this way too much."
Of course, being that this was Harry's dream, he had to wake up now.
~~~
Harry's POV
~~~
I hate it when my dreams end like that.
So do we Harry, but don't worry. A dream of Draco's will be coming soon, as well as Ron continuing to wonder how to get ten galleons, and the second Quidditch map. And, of course, Truth or Dare! =)