Title: I Will Be Good At Making Bad - Chapter 2
Author: Agent M
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Pairings: None yet. Slash coming!
Disclaimer: Don't own anything that isn't mine.
Archive: Tainted Wings (www.colourovers.net/wings) anyone else, just ask.
Notes: My first HP fic, so I'm a little nervous. This is supposed to be humor so people are a tad but ooc, but that's what makes it fun.
Introducing: Seamus "The Standard For All Things Gay" Finnigan
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A week after Draco had stormed out of the Death Eater meeting and 3 days after Draco had been given back all his coordinates and was finally able to change out of his Death Eater Brand(TM) robes that his father made him wear as punishment for insulting the Dark Lord's choice of activities, Draco was sitting in Potions idly staring past Snape. His thoughts were in an endless circle of dust ruffles, ways to make his eyeliner smudge in just the right way, how to make Voldemort's torture chamber more welcoming, and of course, Harry Potter.
It was with the last thought that his eyes moved across the room to watch Harry scribbling down notes. He giggled to himself as locks of Harry's hair feel in front of his eyes leaving ink marks as he brushed them away. And it was when he moved to brush the hair away that Draco noticed it. His eyes widened and he almost gasped audibly. Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, was wearing chipped aqua nail polish.
"Why had I never noticed this before? Had Harry just begun doing it? Why over break? Did he not want anyone to know? But why? He had to be at least bisexual, right?" Draco thought to himself. "I mean he is wearing aqua nail polish."
Another part of his brain piped up, "Maybe he just likes nail polish?"
"No, I've never noticed any other guy wearing nail polish except for that Finnigan boy and he's as gay as they come." Draco concluded, and then paused. "Back that thought up. If Harry was gay was he seeing anyone? That would explain why he never had a girlfriend despite his many offers," Draco was getting confused. "Ok, back to the nail polish. Why was it chipped? Fashion? Quidditch practice? Maybe he forgot to take it off?"
There were too many options. One thing was certain; Draco had to call him on it.
As they were leaving Potions after two hours of Snape talking about the many `fascinating' uses for toadstool poison, Draco sauntered over to Harry as he was packing his bag.
"My, my, my, Potter. What is going on here?"
Harry looked confused for a moment. Then, "What are you talking about?"
Ron and Hermione had held back and were now on either side of Harry.
"I mean this," Draco said as he casually pulled back Harry's robe sleeve before he could do anything.
"Harry? Is that blue..." Ron started.
"Nail polish?" Hermione finished.
"Actually its Aqua," Harry stated, a horrified look spreading across his face as he realized what he just said. He looked between Ron and Hermione then at Draco. A moment later he was running as fast as he could down the halls and out of the dungeons.
Draco was more than a little confused. Weasley and Granger didn't know. "Oh well," he thought. "That was fun."
"Malfoy!" Ron yelled as Draco began to walk away. "What was that all about?"
Draco lifted his hands innocently to his chest, "I'm not sure I know what you mean."
"Oh my god!" Hermione screeched and latched on to Draco's arm. "You're wearing black nail polish! Why? Why is Harry?" She paused. "Why am I asking you? Why am I *touching* you?" She dropped his arm like it was a snake.
"Well, I know why I'm wearing it. It's sexy, it brings out the colour of my hands, plus it coordinates with my robes."
Ron looked dumfounded. "What are you talking about?! `The colour of your hands?!' What does it mean?"
"Now, I would expect this from you, Weasley, but I thought it should be fairly obvious for Granger," Draco sighed, eyes following the path that Harry had taken.
"You mean... you don't ... you... you..." Ron stuttered.
"Yes, me. Really, Weasley, after Fred and George, you'd think you'd be quicker on the up take."
"What about Fred and George?"
Draco just laughed.
"What?"
"Maybe you should ask them yourself, that is if you can find them when they aren't snogging some random guy," A pause. "Or each other."
"What do you mean by that, Malfoy?"
"Oh, would you look at the time? I'm late for charms." And with that Draco was gone.
Hermione and Ron stood stunned. What had Malfoy just done? Was he implying that Harry was gay? And what the hell was that whole thing with Fred and George about?
Ron seemed to snap out of it first. "I need to go owl my brothers," Ron said weakly and walked away.
"I guess I'll go find Harry," Hermione said to herself, not noticing that Ron had walked away.
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Hermione didn't have to look far. Harry, for some unknown reason, was hiding in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. When Hermione walked in he was sitting in the corner scratching off the nail polish and watching it fall in flakes to the floor.
"What are you doing in here?" Hermione asked sitting down next to Harry.
"Hiding, obviously. We are the only ones who ever come in here besides lost first years."
"Right," There was an awkward pause. "Harry, what happened back there?"
Hermione waited as Harry picked off more nail polish. It soon became clear that he didn't want to talk about it.
"Harry, its ok to wear nail polish. I was just surprised that's all."
Harry looked up hurt. "No, Hermione, listen for a second. I didn't want anyone to see me like that. With my nail polish all chipped, if they had to seem me like that at all. I mean I didn't expect anyone to see it. I just started over break and I guess I forgot to take it off."
"Harry it's not a big deal. Only me, Ron, and well, Malfoy know."
"Great." Harry said sarcastically.
"No, you don't understand, Harry. Malfoy was wearing black nail polish."
"Really?"
"Would I lie to you about this?"
"I guess not."
"Good," Hermione smiled. "So what does this all mean? Is it a new trend or something? I've only ever seen Seamus wearing it some... Oh, Harry. That's it isn't it?" Harry looked away. "Look at me Harry. There is nothing wrong with that and there is absolutely nothing to be ashamed about. But why didn't you say anything to me or Ron?"
"I didn't know how people would take it. I mean, you know how its looked upon in the muggle world, what was I to think? Besides you don't see guys coming out left and right at Hogwarts, do you?" There was a slight amount of irritation in Harry's voice.
"That's hardly the point. You know Ron and I wouldn't care, well, as long as you didn't go hitting on my boyfriend that is, but we are your best friends."
Harry smiled and looked up.
"Thanks, Hermione. And I promise not to hit on Ron. He's all yours."
"Now, what to do about that nail polish? Aqua just doesn't do it, Harry. Black, or green maybe."
Harry laughed and hugged Hermione.
"Thanks again."
"Anytime," She said and then remembered. "Harry, what can you tell me about Fred and George?"
Harry fell to the floor laughing.
---
Meanwhile, Ron stood in the owlery trying to coax Pig down from his perch.
"Oh, come on, Pig. This is important!"
Pig finally flew by and Ron caught him as he reread the letter making sure it was subtle.
"Dear Fred and George,
How are you? How's the joke shop coming along? Hogwarts is a lot quieter without you guys. See you at Christmas.
Love, Ron
P.S. Are you two gay?"
Ron smiled to himself and attached the letter to Pig.
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End Notes: Sorry about spelling mistakes. I have yet to send this to my beta reader, but as soon as I do I will repost with everything fixed. I just can't be sitting on stuff like this or it will never get out.
This is Agent M signing off.
Author: Agent M
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Pairings: None yet. Slash coming!
Disclaimer: Don't own anything that isn't mine.
Archive: Tainted Wings (www.colourovers.net/wings) anyone else, just ask.
Notes: My first HP fic, so I'm a little nervous. This is supposed to be humor so people are a tad but ooc, but that's what makes it fun.
Introducing: Seamus "The Standard For All Things Gay" Finnigan
---
A week after Draco had stormed out of the Death Eater meeting and 3 days after Draco had been given back all his coordinates and was finally able to change out of his Death Eater Brand(TM) robes that his father made him wear as punishment for insulting the Dark Lord's choice of activities, Draco was sitting in Potions idly staring past Snape. His thoughts were in an endless circle of dust ruffles, ways to make his eyeliner smudge in just the right way, how to make Voldemort's torture chamber more welcoming, and of course, Harry Potter.
It was with the last thought that his eyes moved across the room to watch Harry scribbling down notes. He giggled to himself as locks of Harry's hair feel in front of his eyes leaving ink marks as he brushed them away. And it was when he moved to brush the hair away that Draco noticed it. His eyes widened and he almost gasped audibly. Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, was wearing chipped aqua nail polish.
"Why had I never noticed this before? Had Harry just begun doing it? Why over break? Did he not want anyone to know? But why? He had to be at least bisexual, right?" Draco thought to himself. "I mean he is wearing aqua nail polish."
Another part of his brain piped up, "Maybe he just likes nail polish?"
"No, I've never noticed any other guy wearing nail polish except for that Finnigan boy and he's as gay as they come." Draco concluded, and then paused. "Back that thought up. If Harry was gay was he seeing anyone? That would explain why he never had a girlfriend despite his many offers," Draco was getting confused. "Ok, back to the nail polish. Why was it chipped? Fashion? Quidditch practice? Maybe he forgot to take it off?"
There were too many options. One thing was certain; Draco had to call him on it.
As they were leaving Potions after two hours of Snape talking about the many `fascinating' uses for toadstool poison, Draco sauntered over to Harry as he was packing his bag.
"My, my, my, Potter. What is going on here?"
Harry looked confused for a moment. Then, "What are you talking about?"
Ron and Hermione had held back and were now on either side of Harry.
"I mean this," Draco said as he casually pulled back Harry's robe sleeve before he could do anything.
"Harry? Is that blue..." Ron started.
"Nail polish?" Hermione finished.
"Actually its Aqua," Harry stated, a horrified look spreading across his face as he realized what he just said. He looked between Ron and Hermione then at Draco. A moment later he was running as fast as he could down the halls and out of the dungeons.
Draco was more than a little confused. Weasley and Granger didn't know. "Oh well," he thought. "That was fun."
"Malfoy!" Ron yelled as Draco began to walk away. "What was that all about?"
Draco lifted his hands innocently to his chest, "I'm not sure I know what you mean."
"Oh my god!" Hermione screeched and latched on to Draco's arm. "You're wearing black nail polish! Why? Why is Harry?" She paused. "Why am I asking you? Why am I *touching* you?" She dropped his arm like it was a snake.
"Well, I know why I'm wearing it. It's sexy, it brings out the colour of my hands, plus it coordinates with my robes."
Ron looked dumfounded. "What are you talking about?! `The colour of your hands?!' What does it mean?"
"Now, I would expect this from you, Weasley, but I thought it should be fairly obvious for Granger," Draco sighed, eyes following the path that Harry had taken.
"You mean... you don't ... you... you..." Ron stuttered.
"Yes, me. Really, Weasley, after Fred and George, you'd think you'd be quicker on the up take."
"What about Fred and George?"
Draco just laughed.
"What?"
"Maybe you should ask them yourself, that is if you can find them when they aren't snogging some random guy," A pause. "Or each other."
"What do you mean by that, Malfoy?"
"Oh, would you look at the time? I'm late for charms." And with that Draco was gone.
Hermione and Ron stood stunned. What had Malfoy just done? Was he implying that Harry was gay? And what the hell was that whole thing with Fred and George about?
Ron seemed to snap out of it first. "I need to go owl my brothers," Ron said weakly and walked away.
"I guess I'll go find Harry," Hermione said to herself, not noticing that Ron had walked away.
---
Hermione didn't have to look far. Harry, for some unknown reason, was hiding in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. When Hermione walked in he was sitting in the corner scratching off the nail polish and watching it fall in flakes to the floor.
"What are you doing in here?" Hermione asked sitting down next to Harry.
"Hiding, obviously. We are the only ones who ever come in here besides lost first years."
"Right," There was an awkward pause. "Harry, what happened back there?"
Hermione waited as Harry picked off more nail polish. It soon became clear that he didn't want to talk about it.
"Harry, its ok to wear nail polish. I was just surprised that's all."
Harry looked up hurt. "No, Hermione, listen for a second. I didn't want anyone to see me like that. With my nail polish all chipped, if they had to seem me like that at all. I mean I didn't expect anyone to see it. I just started over break and I guess I forgot to take it off."
"Harry it's not a big deal. Only me, Ron, and well, Malfoy know."
"Great." Harry said sarcastically.
"No, you don't understand, Harry. Malfoy was wearing black nail polish."
"Really?"
"Would I lie to you about this?"
"I guess not."
"Good," Hermione smiled. "So what does this all mean? Is it a new trend or something? I've only ever seen Seamus wearing it some... Oh, Harry. That's it isn't it?" Harry looked away. "Look at me Harry. There is nothing wrong with that and there is absolutely nothing to be ashamed about. But why didn't you say anything to me or Ron?"
"I didn't know how people would take it. I mean, you know how its looked upon in the muggle world, what was I to think? Besides you don't see guys coming out left and right at Hogwarts, do you?" There was a slight amount of irritation in Harry's voice.
"That's hardly the point. You know Ron and I wouldn't care, well, as long as you didn't go hitting on my boyfriend that is, but we are your best friends."
Harry smiled and looked up.
"Thanks, Hermione. And I promise not to hit on Ron. He's all yours."
"Now, what to do about that nail polish? Aqua just doesn't do it, Harry. Black, or green maybe."
Harry laughed and hugged Hermione.
"Thanks again."
"Anytime," She said and then remembered. "Harry, what can you tell me about Fred and George?"
Harry fell to the floor laughing.
---
Meanwhile, Ron stood in the owlery trying to coax Pig down from his perch.
"Oh, come on, Pig. This is important!"
Pig finally flew by and Ron caught him as he reread the letter making sure it was subtle.
"Dear Fred and George,
How are you? How's the joke shop coming along? Hogwarts is a lot quieter without you guys. See you at Christmas.
Love, Ron
P.S. Are you two gay?"
Ron smiled to himself and attached the letter to Pig.
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End Notes: Sorry about spelling mistakes. I have yet to send this to my beta reader, but as soon as I do I will repost with everything fixed. I just can't be sitting on stuff like this or it will never get out.
This is Agent M signing off.