Don't worry people, chapter 25 will later be modified with what should have
been there . . . I figure I'll write that during break and post it up, but
that's iffy. Anyhow! Onward! =D
Oh, and I've discovered why I'm posting so slowly now - I don't want this story to end. (sheepish grin) I've enjoyed writing it too much!!!!
Harry groaned after reading Hermione's letter, and turned over to wake up Draco. "Come on, wake up, we've got to go play Quidditch in just a little bit."
Draco did not want to wake up. He rolled over, onto his stomach, pushing his head into the pillow as to not let the sun come in contact with his face. Harry sighed. "Draco, you've really got to wake up," Harry said.
Still, when Draco did nothing, Harry decided to resort to drastic measures. Taking a deep breath, he leaned over until he was right on top of Draco, and his mouth was a mere few centimeters from Draco's ear. He opened his mouth . . .
. . . And said, "Dumbledore is standing next to you in a thong."
Draco sat up so quickly Harry nearly flew from the bed. He looked around quickly. "Where? Has he gone? PLEASE say he's gone!!!"
"Yes, yes, he wasn't ever hear to begin with," Harry began, "I only said that to wake you up again . . " Harry noticed that Draco had lain back down. He sighed, and resorted to final measures. He grasped Draco's arms firmly, and . . .
. . . Dragged him down the stairs.
Arriving at the common room with a *thunk* Draco woke up and grumbled, "What did you do that for?"
Harry groaned.
~~~
It wasn't very much later that they were already mounting their brooms to get ready to play Quidditch.
"Did you know," Hermione said to Harry as they got ready to go, "That technically, Draco's team has beaten us already? Point wise, they're 190 points ahead of us! That means that even if we win, we could still lose."
"You sound like WOOD," Harry replied, but in reality he was wondering, 'So if we win, but not by points, would Draco force me to wear the dress? Does he know?'
As if reading his thoughts, Hermione told him, "Yeah, Draco knows. He's the one who told me. He didn't want me to tell you though, actually - wanted it to be a surprise if we won, but didn't win by points. He'll use it against you, so good luck."
"Gee, thanks, Hermione," Harry said.
As the whistle blew to begin the game, and Hermione had to go back to the goals, she said, "You're welcome as always, Harry."
Harry said nothing back and flew up immediately, to start searching for the Snitch. Within a minute, Draco was next to him.
"Ready to lose?"
"Doesn't this seem so familiar?" replied Harry, looking around. Cheers erupted in the stands as the first goal was scored, by team one.
"Hermione told you, didn't she?" Draco asked casually.
"Yeah," admitted Harry. Better than lying. "We'll still win. All we have to do is be simply 40 points up, and we'll win when I catch the Snitch."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "When you catch the Snitch, eh?" He grinned, doing a loop around Harry, "Don't you mean, when *I* catch the Snitch?"
"In your dreams, Draco," said Harry. More cheers. Team two had scored.
Both teams were flying extremely well, trying to give their all for the last match of the summer. Both Hermione and Danielle were guarding the goals well enough that the scores stayed relativity low for a long time; neither team getting more than twenty points higher than the other.
"C'mon, Harry," Hermione said, nervously, flying about. She had only started playing Quidditch this summer, and now that everyone was giving it their all, she was starting to have a bit of trouble to keep up.
Or maybe she just wanted to see Harry in a dress.
~~~
Thirty minutes later, team one had pulled ahead by thirty points, and it looked like it was going to stay like that for a bit. Harry grinned, in confidence, but in reality, he was a bit nervous.
'I don't mind the kissing part in front of everyone, but wearing a dress?' he thought, 'What would Snape say? He'd have a field day on me!'
"Worried about something, Harry?" Draco said, grinning.
"You wish," Harry shot back, grinning back. "You're the one who should be worrying." A great cheer from the crowd revealed that team two had gotten ten points.
"You speak very confidently for a guy destined to wear a dress in front of the whole school," Draco grinned.
Another cheer; team one got ten points.
"Hardly."
Suddenly, Harry caught sight of a flash of gold. He glanced at Draco; he had seen it too. 'If I catch it, I have to wear the dress. If I don't catch it, I have to wear the dress,' Harry thought wildly, darting after it.
Draco knew all too well what Harry was thinking, and he kept his eyes firmly on the Snitch. 'All I have to do is catch it, and then Harry has to wear the dress!'
Perhaps luck was favoring Harry at the minute, because just as Draco was about to close his hands around the golden snitch, a bludger rocketed by, and Draco snatched his hand back to keep it from getting broken. Harry swerved in front of him, and in the bit of confusion that followed, they lost sight of the snitch.
"Dammit," said Draco, "I was this close . . . I could practically SEE you in the dress!"
"Haha, sucks to be you," grinned Harry. Inwardly, he was grinning and doing cartwheels of joy.
Meanwhile, Ron was charging forward on his broom. He nodded to Amber Baxtil, and she nodded back. He passed the Quaffle to her quickly, and she flew down, passed it back up; he charged forward again, and just as it looked like he would shoot, he dropped it to Amber who flew forward and scored.
"Ten more points for team two," Seamus called out.
Hermione swore softly (but in Japanese, so not as many people would know) "Kuso, I should have blocked that."
Ron grinned. "Ready to taste defeat?"
"Not by a mile," Hermione replied. She couldn't say anything else as Ron had to fly off again.
"Will Mali hits a bludger towards Lena Flowers . . . she drops the Quaffle and Makato Lee picks it up. Team one now in possession of the Quaffle!" Seamus said happily. "Team one leads by twenty points now, 120 to 100!"
"This is going to be close," Harry said to himself.
"Worried?" asked Draco, right next to him. Harry gave a little start of surprise.
"How in the world did you get that close without me noticing?" He demanded.
Draco grinned and drawled, "You're not that hard to sneak up on, Harry."
"Gee, good to know that," Harry said, rolling his eyes.
Makato and Jasmine were flying higher and higher in the air with the Quaffle now, dodging the bludgers that Leora and Terry continued to fling at them. And then one of them - Makato, Harry thought, but it was hard to tell, went into a controlled dive.
It wasn't near as fast as what Seekers dived at, but very fast nonetheless. While Terry and Leora attempted to get Jasmine with the Bludgers, she tossed the Quaffle down to Makato, who caught it.
Since everyone was so high in the air chasing them, Makato had an easy goal.
'Yes!' Thought Harry. 'Ten more points, and - wait, that's the Snitch!' He took off after it as fast as he could, hoping to get there before Draco. 'At least I can catch it. . .'
Draco saw the Snitch a fraction of a second later, and took after it too. A bludger ruffled though his hair, but all he was concentrated on now was getting to the Snitch before Harry.
Seamus watched excitedly, but called out, "And ten more points to team one - goal by Kevin Black!"
That clenched it. Harry could catch the Snitch now, and his team would win the game, and tie in points. "Now!" he said to himself, and leaned forward to grab it.
Draco came in from the other side, trying to fly up to it, while Harry leaned over, but by then, he knew it was too late. He watched, almost as if it were in slow motion, as Harry reached out, grasped the Snitch, overbalanced, did a cartwheel midair right off his broomstick and landed . . .
. . . Right on Draco's lap.
"How long did it take you to plan that?" Draco asked, as Seamus called out, "Team one wins!"
"In all honesty, the five milliseconds I had right before I landed in your lap. Thanks for catching me," grinned Harry, moving around to a comfortable spot.
"Thanks for catching the Snitch," sighed Draco. "But we tied in points, you know."
"Right, but we won the game. Sorry dear, but you get to wear the dress."
Draco's face became very pale, but then slowly started to flush red as Harry began moving back and forth on top of him, under the pretext of 'trying to get comfortable'.
"You're getting TOO comfortable," groaned Draco, trying to steer his broom to the ground and ignore what Harry was doing to him.
"Am I now? I thought you needed a good consolation prize," Harry said, grinning broadly, practically grinding himself into Draco's lap.
"Stop . . . that . . ." Draco tried to say, but he was moaning softly, and couldn't make his words sound forceful enough to get Harry to stop.
"Why? I know you like it," Harry said, smiling.
"Yes . . . but I . . . can't land properly . . . like this . . ." Draco said, feeling his face flush even more.
Harry sighed; he didn't want them to fall; so he let up a little until Draco landing, and then while everyone rushed to congratulate him, he moved his hand out of sight and started up again. Draco's eyes grew wide.
But, luckily enough for Draco, Harry stopped with the teachers came over to congratulate him.
~~~
"You're evil," Draco told Harry as they went into their room to get some sleep.
"Am I now?" replied Harry, rubbing up against Draco again. "Hmm. Maybe I am. But that's ok. I like it. Do you?"
Draco didn't say anything, but it was obvious that he did. Harry grinned as he shut the curtain around them.
~~~
The next morning, the last morning they were there, everyone packed after breakfast. They would be leaving after lunch.
"Remember," Ron said, "You'll be over at my house in two weeks!"
"Yeah," Harry said, "I can't wait to see the Quidditch cup!"
Draco was suspiciously absent, as was Hermione. No one knew why except for Ron and Harry; Draco was getting ready and Hermione was doing his makeup.
"It'll be great," Ron said, nodding. "Speaking of great things, is Draco really going to go through with this?"
Harry nodded. "Yup. It's going to be great. Snape'll probably kill me, but hey, it could be worse."
Closing his final trunk, Harry added, "Let's go get lunch, eh?"
Ron grinned, "I can't wait."
They went down to lunch, and indeed, neither Hermione nor Draco were there yet. Harry was squirming with excitement, and could hardly eat.
Halfway through the meal, the doors to the great hall opened again, and Hermione and Draco entered, and sat down quickly. Hermione was looking extremely happy, and Draco was scowling a bit. He was wearing a heavy trenchcoat over what was presumably his dress.
"When should we do this?" He asked Harry.
"I dunno, ask Hermione. She seems to be the torturer around here." Harry replied.
"Yeah." Draco turned to Hermione, with an expected look on his face. Harry noticed that he had on shimmery sliver eyeshadow and lip gloss.
"Whenever you feel like it," replied Hermione.
"Oh, sure, that's going to be easy." Draco sighed. "Like, do we just starting doing it, or do I have to go on the table and start doing a strip tease?"
"Gee, good idea," said Hermione, and Draco shot her a very evil glare. "No, just kidding," she said immediately after. "Um, why don't you go up to Dumbledore and ask if you can, um, perform for everyone?"
"Are you NUTS?" Harry and Draco said at the exact same moment.
Draco leaned over and whispered something into Harry's ear. After a minute of consideration, Harry nodded. Draco then spoke up for the two of them; "If you don't mind, I'll just jump up on the table and start a show for our fellow students. And teachers," He added as an afterthought.
"Hmmm, ok," Hermione agreed. "Whenever you're ready then."
Draco nodded, and took a deep breath, before stepping onto his chair, and then stepping onto the table.
Ahhh, come on, I wouldn't be a good author if I didn't have at least one good cliffhanger!!! Anyhow, I go on vacation tomorrow, so either . . . I get the next chapter up before I go, or it'll be a few days before I get it up.
Dunno how that'll work out.
We shall see.
Oh, and I've discovered why I'm posting so slowly now - I don't want this story to end. (sheepish grin) I've enjoyed writing it too much!!!!
Harry groaned after reading Hermione's letter, and turned over to wake up Draco. "Come on, wake up, we've got to go play Quidditch in just a little bit."
Draco did not want to wake up. He rolled over, onto his stomach, pushing his head into the pillow as to not let the sun come in contact with his face. Harry sighed. "Draco, you've really got to wake up," Harry said.
Still, when Draco did nothing, Harry decided to resort to drastic measures. Taking a deep breath, he leaned over until he was right on top of Draco, and his mouth was a mere few centimeters from Draco's ear. He opened his mouth . . .
. . . And said, "Dumbledore is standing next to you in a thong."
Draco sat up so quickly Harry nearly flew from the bed. He looked around quickly. "Where? Has he gone? PLEASE say he's gone!!!"
"Yes, yes, he wasn't ever hear to begin with," Harry began, "I only said that to wake you up again . . " Harry noticed that Draco had lain back down. He sighed, and resorted to final measures. He grasped Draco's arms firmly, and . . .
. . . Dragged him down the stairs.
Arriving at the common room with a *thunk* Draco woke up and grumbled, "What did you do that for?"
Harry groaned.
~~~
It wasn't very much later that they were already mounting their brooms to get ready to play Quidditch.
"Did you know," Hermione said to Harry as they got ready to go, "That technically, Draco's team has beaten us already? Point wise, they're 190 points ahead of us! That means that even if we win, we could still lose."
"You sound like WOOD," Harry replied, but in reality he was wondering, 'So if we win, but not by points, would Draco force me to wear the dress? Does he know?'
As if reading his thoughts, Hermione told him, "Yeah, Draco knows. He's the one who told me. He didn't want me to tell you though, actually - wanted it to be a surprise if we won, but didn't win by points. He'll use it against you, so good luck."
"Gee, thanks, Hermione," Harry said.
As the whistle blew to begin the game, and Hermione had to go back to the goals, she said, "You're welcome as always, Harry."
Harry said nothing back and flew up immediately, to start searching for the Snitch. Within a minute, Draco was next to him.
"Ready to lose?"
"Doesn't this seem so familiar?" replied Harry, looking around. Cheers erupted in the stands as the first goal was scored, by team one.
"Hermione told you, didn't she?" Draco asked casually.
"Yeah," admitted Harry. Better than lying. "We'll still win. All we have to do is be simply 40 points up, and we'll win when I catch the Snitch."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "When you catch the Snitch, eh?" He grinned, doing a loop around Harry, "Don't you mean, when *I* catch the Snitch?"
"In your dreams, Draco," said Harry. More cheers. Team two had scored.
Both teams were flying extremely well, trying to give their all for the last match of the summer. Both Hermione and Danielle were guarding the goals well enough that the scores stayed relativity low for a long time; neither team getting more than twenty points higher than the other.
"C'mon, Harry," Hermione said, nervously, flying about. She had only started playing Quidditch this summer, and now that everyone was giving it their all, she was starting to have a bit of trouble to keep up.
Or maybe she just wanted to see Harry in a dress.
~~~
Thirty minutes later, team one had pulled ahead by thirty points, and it looked like it was going to stay like that for a bit. Harry grinned, in confidence, but in reality, he was a bit nervous.
'I don't mind the kissing part in front of everyone, but wearing a dress?' he thought, 'What would Snape say? He'd have a field day on me!'
"Worried about something, Harry?" Draco said, grinning.
"You wish," Harry shot back, grinning back. "You're the one who should be worrying." A great cheer from the crowd revealed that team two had gotten ten points.
"You speak very confidently for a guy destined to wear a dress in front of the whole school," Draco grinned.
Another cheer; team one got ten points.
"Hardly."
Suddenly, Harry caught sight of a flash of gold. He glanced at Draco; he had seen it too. 'If I catch it, I have to wear the dress. If I don't catch it, I have to wear the dress,' Harry thought wildly, darting after it.
Draco knew all too well what Harry was thinking, and he kept his eyes firmly on the Snitch. 'All I have to do is catch it, and then Harry has to wear the dress!'
Perhaps luck was favoring Harry at the minute, because just as Draco was about to close his hands around the golden snitch, a bludger rocketed by, and Draco snatched his hand back to keep it from getting broken. Harry swerved in front of him, and in the bit of confusion that followed, they lost sight of the snitch.
"Dammit," said Draco, "I was this close . . . I could practically SEE you in the dress!"
"Haha, sucks to be you," grinned Harry. Inwardly, he was grinning and doing cartwheels of joy.
Meanwhile, Ron was charging forward on his broom. He nodded to Amber Baxtil, and she nodded back. He passed the Quaffle to her quickly, and she flew down, passed it back up; he charged forward again, and just as it looked like he would shoot, he dropped it to Amber who flew forward and scored.
"Ten more points for team two," Seamus called out.
Hermione swore softly (but in Japanese, so not as many people would know) "Kuso, I should have blocked that."
Ron grinned. "Ready to taste defeat?"
"Not by a mile," Hermione replied. She couldn't say anything else as Ron had to fly off again.
"Will Mali hits a bludger towards Lena Flowers . . . she drops the Quaffle and Makato Lee picks it up. Team one now in possession of the Quaffle!" Seamus said happily. "Team one leads by twenty points now, 120 to 100!"
"This is going to be close," Harry said to himself.
"Worried?" asked Draco, right next to him. Harry gave a little start of surprise.
"How in the world did you get that close without me noticing?" He demanded.
Draco grinned and drawled, "You're not that hard to sneak up on, Harry."
"Gee, good to know that," Harry said, rolling his eyes.
Makato and Jasmine were flying higher and higher in the air with the Quaffle now, dodging the bludgers that Leora and Terry continued to fling at them. And then one of them - Makato, Harry thought, but it was hard to tell, went into a controlled dive.
It wasn't near as fast as what Seekers dived at, but very fast nonetheless. While Terry and Leora attempted to get Jasmine with the Bludgers, she tossed the Quaffle down to Makato, who caught it.
Since everyone was so high in the air chasing them, Makato had an easy goal.
'Yes!' Thought Harry. 'Ten more points, and - wait, that's the Snitch!' He took off after it as fast as he could, hoping to get there before Draco. 'At least I can catch it. . .'
Draco saw the Snitch a fraction of a second later, and took after it too. A bludger ruffled though his hair, but all he was concentrated on now was getting to the Snitch before Harry.
Seamus watched excitedly, but called out, "And ten more points to team one - goal by Kevin Black!"
That clenched it. Harry could catch the Snitch now, and his team would win the game, and tie in points. "Now!" he said to himself, and leaned forward to grab it.
Draco came in from the other side, trying to fly up to it, while Harry leaned over, but by then, he knew it was too late. He watched, almost as if it were in slow motion, as Harry reached out, grasped the Snitch, overbalanced, did a cartwheel midair right off his broomstick and landed . . .
. . . Right on Draco's lap.
"How long did it take you to plan that?" Draco asked, as Seamus called out, "Team one wins!"
"In all honesty, the five milliseconds I had right before I landed in your lap. Thanks for catching me," grinned Harry, moving around to a comfortable spot.
"Thanks for catching the Snitch," sighed Draco. "But we tied in points, you know."
"Right, but we won the game. Sorry dear, but you get to wear the dress."
Draco's face became very pale, but then slowly started to flush red as Harry began moving back and forth on top of him, under the pretext of 'trying to get comfortable'.
"You're getting TOO comfortable," groaned Draco, trying to steer his broom to the ground and ignore what Harry was doing to him.
"Am I now? I thought you needed a good consolation prize," Harry said, grinning broadly, practically grinding himself into Draco's lap.
"Stop . . . that . . ." Draco tried to say, but he was moaning softly, and couldn't make his words sound forceful enough to get Harry to stop.
"Why? I know you like it," Harry said, smiling.
"Yes . . . but I . . . can't land properly . . . like this . . ." Draco said, feeling his face flush even more.
Harry sighed; he didn't want them to fall; so he let up a little until Draco landing, and then while everyone rushed to congratulate him, he moved his hand out of sight and started up again. Draco's eyes grew wide.
But, luckily enough for Draco, Harry stopped with the teachers came over to congratulate him.
~~~
"You're evil," Draco told Harry as they went into their room to get some sleep.
"Am I now?" replied Harry, rubbing up against Draco again. "Hmm. Maybe I am. But that's ok. I like it. Do you?"
Draco didn't say anything, but it was obvious that he did. Harry grinned as he shut the curtain around them.
~~~
The next morning, the last morning they were there, everyone packed after breakfast. They would be leaving after lunch.
"Remember," Ron said, "You'll be over at my house in two weeks!"
"Yeah," Harry said, "I can't wait to see the Quidditch cup!"
Draco was suspiciously absent, as was Hermione. No one knew why except for Ron and Harry; Draco was getting ready and Hermione was doing his makeup.
"It'll be great," Ron said, nodding. "Speaking of great things, is Draco really going to go through with this?"
Harry nodded. "Yup. It's going to be great. Snape'll probably kill me, but hey, it could be worse."
Closing his final trunk, Harry added, "Let's go get lunch, eh?"
Ron grinned, "I can't wait."
They went down to lunch, and indeed, neither Hermione nor Draco were there yet. Harry was squirming with excitement, and could hardly eat.
Halfway through the meal, the doors to the great hall opened again, and Hermione and Draco entered, and sat down quickly. Hermione was looking extremely happy, and Draco was scowling a bit. He was wearing a heavy trenchcoat over what was presumably his dress.
"When should we do this?" He asked Harry.
"I dunno, ask Hermione. She seems to be the torturer around here." Harry replied.
"Yeah." Draco turned to Hermione, with an expected look on his face. Harry noticed that he had on shimmery sliver eyeshadow and lip gloss.
"Whenever you feel like it," replied Hermione.
"Oh, sure, that's going to be easy." Draco sighed. "Like, do we just starting doing it, or do I have to go on the table and start doing a strip tease?"
"Gee, good idea," said Hermione, and Draco shot her a very evil glare. "No, just kidding," she said immediately after. "Um, why don't you go up to Dumbledore and ask if you can, um, perform for everyone?"
"Are you NUTS?" Harry and Draco said at the exact same moment.
Draco leaned over and whispered something into Harry's ear. After a minute of consideration, Harry nodded. Draco then spoke up for the two of them; "If you don't mind, I'll just jump up on the table and start a show for our fellow students. And teachers," He added as an afterthought.
"Hmmm, ok," Hermione agreed. "Whenever you're ready then."
Draco nodded, and took a deep breath, before stepping onto his chair, and then stepping onto the table.
Ahhh, come on, I wouldn't be a good author if I didn't have at least one good cliffhanger!!! Anyhow, I go on vacation tomorrow, so either . . . I get the next chapter up before I go, or it'll be a few days before I get it up.
Dunno how that'll work out.
We shall see.