Chapter 3
Draco stared at the piece of parchment in his hand. He stared at the huge, black swirling letters that gave the message.
Come out, come out, wherever you are.
Draco folded the parchment and looked deep in thought. Harry watched him for a few moments before Draco closed his eyes and held the parchment in front if him. He mumbled a spell, which Harry couldn't understand because it was in Latin, and the parchment floated upwards slowly. Then it started to spin, slowly at first but then faster. Draco opened his eyes and put his right arm at his side. With his left hand he started to say a spell. He waved his hand around the floating letter and it started to spin. It started out slow but then became faster, and the faster the words went, the faster the parchment spun. It became a blinding gold light. Harry shielded his eyes from the light. All of a sudden, it stopped. It returned to Draco's hand and he unfolded it. He read what was on the paper and let out a small Ha! . Draco put the letter on the desk and walked to the window, still chuckling. Harry's eyebrows furrowed with confusion. On the letter was two words:
Facounos Spell
Harry had no idea what that was. He slowly folded it back up and turned to Draco. He was sitting on the window sill, feet against the side of the window. His arms were crossed and he was still smiling.
"For some reason, I would have thought that this was maybe, I don't know, a bad thing", Harry implied, shrugging his shoulders. Draco just smiled even more and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket and held the pack out to Harry.
"Want one?"
Harry wrinkled his nose and shook his head in disgust.
"Suit yourself", Draco drawled, as he shook one out. He took the cigarette out and put it in his mouth. As the cigarette dangled on his lip, he snapped his fingers and held his forefinger up. On the end of his finger was a small flame. He held it to the end of the cigarette and took a few puffs. He shook his finger to extinguish the flame. Harry watched Draco take a long drag, and blow out a long, thin smoke snake. It slithered in the air to Harry, raised itself up and hissed at Harry. And with that hiss, disintegrated. Harry shot a look at Draco, and Draco dismissed the look with a non-caring shrug.
"At least open the window. If my uncle finds you smoking, he'll have both our heads."
All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door. Harry motioned for Draco to throw the butt out the window. Draco cursed and flicked it out the window. Just then, in walked Dudley, fat rolls and all. He smugly looked around the room, until he found the thing he wanted.
Draco.
Like a lion making his way towards his prey, Dudley snuck up on Draco, who was sticking his head out the window to make sure he didn't throw the butt into a bush. Dudley sauntered up behind him, and wrapped his bulky arms around Draco's lean waist.
"ARRRRRRAAAAAAAGGGGGGGG!!!!!"
Draco screamed and jumped out the window, grabbing onto the shutter. Draco swung back from the house helplessly. Then, Harry watched as Draco swung his feet forward, the force pulling himself back to the window. His feet hit the floor and he turned angrily to Dudley.
"What the Bloody Hell are you trying to do?!" exclaimed Draco, hands curled into fists at his sides.
Dudley gave him a weird look.
"What happened to your sexy accent?", Dudley asked.
Draco's eyebrows raised and his mouth went slack. But only for a moment. He was back to himself in no time flat.
"I vas practicing my British accent", Draco said smoothly. He slicked his hair back from his face and gave Dudley his trademark smirk.
Dudley gave a huge smile and then gave him a sexy grin.
"Well, dinner will be ready in five minutes, so....", Dudley slid a fat finger down the middle of Draco's chest and hooked it in his jeans. Draco was pulled forward, until Dudley and him were only inches apart. Dudley licked his huge lips and smacked. Draco looked like he was about to throw up.
"See you soon", Dudley said simply. Dudley unhooked his finger and walked out the door. Draco grabbed Harry by the shirt collar without looking at him.
"Harry", he said, "Don't you say a word."
Harry had been laughing ever since Dudley left the room. Harry gave one last chuckle before he headed for the door.
"And Harry?"
Harry turned back.
"Your sitting by me at dinner."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry and Draco walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Draco insisted on walking behind Harry because he was scared that Dudley would try to attack him. Harry just rolled his eyes and chuckled again. As they came into the dining room, Vernon Dursley opened his arms to his wonderful cousin (ha, I made a funny!) and patted him heartily on the back.
"Victor, my dear boy! You're in for a real treat! The Mrs. has made Dudley's favorite. Fishsticks!", Vernon exclaimed as he led Draco into the dining room, leaving Harry behind. Dudley was sitting in a chair on the side, patting the seat beside him lovingly. Draco let out a small gasp.
"Victor, is something the matter?", asked Petunia, sugary-sweetness dripping from her voice. Harry almost gagged.
"Asthma", said simply, smiling with as much sweetness as Petunia's fake concern. Dudley took a seat next to Vernon, so that he was sitting in front of Dudley. He had no choice. All the Dursleys put him right in the middle, leaving Harry at the other end of the table.
"So, Victor, Vernon asked as he served himself a hearty helping of fishsticks, "What is it like over in Germany?"
Draco looked over at Dudley. Dudley was making an obscene gesture with his fish stick (you do the math). Draco met his gaze with a determined look.
"Oh, couzin Vernon! Zhere are zo many girlz in my country! Zhay all tall, short, skinny, not so skinny. Oh I love them all. I love all girlz", Draco drawled with a little venom in his voice, directing it to Dudley on the other side of the table.
"ALL girlz. Girlz are what I like", Draco finished, and turned his gaze away from Dudley and gave Mr. and Mrs. Dursley a big smile. Harry almost choked on his tea.
"Well, it sounds like you are very busy.", Dudley said with some resentment, "But you know, they are other thing's besides girls to occupy your time."
Suddenly Harry saw movement under the table. Harry looked down to see Dudley's fat foot trying to go up Draco's pants leg. Harry had to bite his lip to keep from laughing.
Draco started to take a bite of his fishstick when he felt something on his leg. In mid bite he looked down to see Dudley caress that fat foot of his up his leg. Draco's face turned even paler than usual. He couldn't say anything though. No one else noticed except Harry. Draco shot a glance over at Harry, but all Harry did was shrug his shoulders and gave him a "go for it" look. Draco shot daggers at Harry until he felt Dudley's foot reach something that he didn't want him to touch. Draco shot out of the chair, knocking it backwards. Everyone looked up in surprise, even Harry. Draco didn't know what else to do. He dropped to the floor and clutched his throat.
"Asthma!!", Draco breathed out, "Harry, pleaze take me to ze upztairs! Oh, I see the light at ze end of ze tunnel!"
Harry thought it was slightly melodramatic, but it was working. The Dursleys stood up and asked what was wrong, was he ok, and Dudley asked him if he was finished with his fish sticks. Harry picked Draco up from the floor and slung his arm around Draco so that Draco could lean on him.
"Oh ze light. Ze light!", Draco screamed as he rocked back as forth going up the stairs.
When they got to Harry's room, Harry slammed the door. Draco fell on the floor, laughing hi head off.
"Oh...my gah... that...was too....funny!", he exclaimed as he gasped for breath. Harry had to laugh himself. The faces of his so-called family were priceless. After they were done laughing they decided that they were bored. They sat in silence for a few minutes. Then Draco jumped up.
"Want to watch something?", Draco asked, a big smile spreading across his face.
Harry looked at him and asked, " Like what?"
Draco waved one hand and a screen popped out of no where. It opened and the words American Pie popped onto the screen.
"What's American Pie?", asked Harry questionably.
Draco's mouth dropped open.
"You have never seen American Pie?"
"Like I can watch T.V. with those people", Harry said, pointing downstairs. Draco shook his head yeah and they sat down on Harry's bed to watch the movie.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry wiped the tears from his eyes as the movie ended. He had never laughed that hard before. Draco was the same.
"It's a lot more fun watching it with someone", Draco said.
Harry nodded his head. Suddenly, Harry's ears perked up. Draco looked at him and was about to ask him what was wrong, when Harry raised his hand to silence him. Draco listened with Harry to hear music playing. It was in Dudley's room. Harry made a hand gesture to follow him to the door. They stepped into the hallway to see and pressed their ears to Dudley's door. It sounded like "Hot Stuff" from Donna Summers. They looked at each other and cracked open the door. As they peeked in, their mouths dropped in shock. Dudley was dancing his fat self around his room, wearing a long, blonde wig, singing the song.
Sitting here eating my heart out, baby Waiting for some lover to call. Dialed about a thousand numbers lately, Almost rang the phone off the wall!
Looking for some Hot Stuff! Baby this evening! I need some Hot Stuff! Baby tonight! I want some Hot Stuff! Bbbbaaaabbbyyy this evening! Gotta have some Hot Stuff! Gotta have some Love tonight!
Draco closed the door and walked down the hall.
"Where are you going?", Harry asked.
"Draco opened the bathroom door and drawled, "To throw up", and closed the door.
Yes! I'm done! It's been a while I know and I'm sorry. I was having writer's block. Well here it is and I'll start working on Chapter 4. Thank you sooooooooo much for the reviews. Y'all are soooooooo sweet. Until the next chapter, see ya later!!!
Draco stared at the piece of parchment in his hand. He stared at the huge, black swirling letters that gave the message.
Come out, come out, wherever you are.
Draco folded the parchment and looked deep in thought. Harry watched him for a few moments before Draco closed his eyes and held the parchment in front if him. He mumbled a spell, which Harry couldn't understand because it was in Latin, and the parchment floated upwards slowly. Then it started to spin, slowly at first but then faster. Draco opened his eyes and put his right arm at his side. With his left hand he started to say a spell. He waved his hand around the floating letter and it started to spin. It started out slow but then became faster, and the faster the words went, the faster the parchment spun. It became a blinding gold light. Harry shielded his eyes from the light. All of a sudden, it stopped. It returned to Draco's hand and he unfolded it. He read what was on the paper and let out a small Ha! . Draco put the letter on the desk and walked to the window, still chuckling. Harry's eyebrows furrowed with confusion. On the letter was two words:
Facounos Spell
Harry had no idea what that was. He slowly folded it back up and turned to Draco. He was sitting on the window sill, feet against the side of the window. His arms were crossed and he was still smiling.
"For some reason, I would have thought that this was maybe, I don't know, a bad thing", Harry implied, shrugging his shoulders. Draco just smiled even more and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket and held the pack out to Harry.
"Want one?"
Harry wrinkled his nose and shook his head in disgust.
"Suit yourself", Draco drawled, as he shook one out. He took the cigarette out and put it in his mouth. As the cigarette dangled on his lip, he snapped his fingers and held his forefinger up. On the end of his finger was a small flame. He held it to the end of the cigarette and took a few puffs. He shook his finger to extinguish the flame. Harry watched Draco take a long drag, and blow out a long, thin smoke snake. It slithered in the air to Harry, raised itself up and hissed at Harry. And with that hiss, disintegrated. Harry shot a look at Draco, and Draco dismissed the look with a non-caring shrug.
"At least open the window. If my uncle finds you smoking, he'll have both our heads."
All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door. Harry motioned for Draco to throw the butt out the window. Draco cursed and flicked it out the window. Just then, in walked Dudley, fat rolls and all. He smugly looked around the room, until he found the thing he wanted.
Draco.
Like a lion making his way towards his prey, Dudley snuck up on Draco, who was sticking his head out the window to make sure he didn't throw the butt into a bush. Dudley sauntered up behind him, and wrapped his bulky arms around Draco's lean waist.
"ARRRRRRAAAAAAAGGGGGGGG!!!!!"
Draco screamed and jumped out the window, grabbing onto the shutter. Draco swung back from the house helplessly. Then, Harry watched as Draco swung his feet forward, the force pulling himself back to the window. His feet hit the floor and he turned angrily to Dudley.
"What the Bloody Hell are you trying to do?!" exclaimed Draco, hands curled into fists at his sides.
Dudley gave him a weird look.
"What happened to your sexy accent?", Dudley asked.
Draco's eyebrows raised and his mouth went slack. But only for a moment. He was back to himself in no time flat.
"I vas practicing my British accent", Draco said smoothly. He slicked his hair back from his face and gave Dudley his trademark smirk.
Dudley gave a huge smile and then gave him a sexy grin.
"Well, dinner will be ready in five minutes, so....", Dudley slid a fat finger down the middle of Draco's chest and hooked it in his jeans. Draco was pulled forward, until Dudley and him were only inches apart. Dudley licked his huge lips and smacked. Draco looked like he was about to throw up.
"See you soon", Dudley said simply. Dudley unhooked his finger and walked out the door. Draco grabbed Harry by the shirt collar without looking at him.
"Harry", he said, "Don't you say a word."
Harry had been laughing ever since Dudley left the room. Harry gave one last chuckle before he headed for the door.
"And Harry?"
Harry turned back.
"Your sitting by me at dinner."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry and Draco walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Draco insisted on walking behind Harry because he was scared that Dudley would try to attack him. Harry just rolled his eyes and chuckled again. As they came into the dining room, Vernon Dursley opened his arms to his wonderful cousin (ha, I made a funny!) and patted him heartily on the back.
"Victor, my dear boy! You're in for a real treat! The Mrs. has made Dudley's favorite. Fishsticks!", Vernon exclaimed as he led Draco into the dining room, leaving Harry behind. Dudley was sitting in a chair on the side, patting the seat beside him lovingly. Draco let out a small gasp.
"Victor, is something the matter?", asked Petunia, sugary-sweetness dripping from her voice. Harry almost gagged.
"Asthma", said simply, smiling with as much sweetness as Petunia's fake concern. Dudley took a seat next to Vernon, so that he was sitting in front of Dudley. He had no choice. All the Dursleys put him right in the middle, leaving Harry at the other end of the table.
"So, Victor, Vernon asked as he served himself a hearty helping of fishsticks, "What is it like over in Germany?"
Draco looked over at Dudley. Dudley was making an obscene gesture with his fish stick (you do the math). Draco met his gaze with a determined look.
"Oh, couzin Vernon! Zhere are zo many girlz in my country! Zhay all tall, short, skinny, not so skinny. Oh I love them all. I love all girlz", Draco drawled with a little venom in his voice, directing it to Dudley on the other side of the table.
"ALL girlz. Girlz are what I like", Draco finished, and turned his gaze away from Dudley and gave Mr. and Mrs. Dursley a big smile. Harry almost choked on his tea.
"Well, it sounds like you are very busy.", Dudley said with some resentment, "But you know, they are other thing's besides girls to occupy your time."
Suddenly Harry saw movement under the table. Harry looked down to see Dudley's fat foot trying to go up Draco's pants leg. Harry had to bite his lip to keep from laughing.
Draco started to take a bite of his fishstick when he felt something on his leg. In mid bite he looked down to see Dudley caress that fat foot of his up his leg. Draco's face turned even paler than usual. He couldn't say anything though. No one else noticed except Harry. Draco shot a glance over at Harry, but all Harry did was shrug his shoulders and gave him a "go for it" look. Draco shot daggers at Harry until he felt Dudley's foot reach something that he didn't want him to touch. Draco shot out of the chair, knocking it backwards. Everyone looked up in surprise, even Harry. Draco didn't know what else to do. He dropped to the floor and clutched his throat.
"Asthma!!", Draco breathed out, "Harry, pleaze take me to ze upztairs! Oh, I see the light at ze end of ze tunnel!"
Harry thought it was slightly melodramatic, but it was working. The Dursleys stood up and asked what was wrong, was he ok, and Dudley asked him if he was finished with his fish sticks. Harry picked Draco up from the floor and slung his arm around Draco so that Draco could lean on him.
"Oh ze light. Ze light!", Draco screamed as he rocked back as forth going up the stairs.
When they got to Harry's room, Harry slammed the door. Draco fell on the floor, laughing hi head off.
"Oh...my gah... that...was too....funny!", he exclaimed as he gasped for breath. Harry had to laugh himself. The faces of his so-called family were priceless. After they were done laughing they decided that they were bored. They sat in silence for a few minutes. Then Draco jumped up.
"Want to watch something?", Draco asked, a big smile spreading across his face.
Harry looked at him and asked, " Like what?"
Draco waved one hand and a screen popped out of no where. It opened and the words American Pie popped onto the screen.
"What's American Pie?", asked Harry questionably.
Draco's mouth dropped open.
"You have never seen American Pie?"
"Like I can watch T.V. with those people", Harry said, pointing downstairs. Draco shook his head yeah and they sat down on Harry's bed to watch the movie.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry wiped the tears from his eyes as the movie ended. He had never laughed that hard before. Draco was the same.
"It's a lot more fun watching it with someone", Draco said.
Harry nodded his head. Suddenly, Harry's ears perked up. Draco looked at him and was about to ask him what was wrong, when Harry raised his hand to silence him. Draco listened with Harry to hear music playing. It was in Dudley's room. Harry made a hand gesture to follow him to the door. They stepped into the hallway to see and pressed their ears to Dudley's door. It sounded like "Hot Stuff" from Donna Summers. They looked at each other and cracked open the door. As they peeked in, their mouths dropped in shock. Dudley was dancing his fat self around his room, wearing a long, blonde wig, singing the song.
Sitting here eating my heart out, baby Waiting for some lover to call. Dialed about a thousand numbers lately, Almost rang the phone off the wall!
Looking for some Hot Stuff! Baby this evening! I need some Hot Stuff! Baby tonight! I want some Hot Stuff! Bbbbaaaabbbyyy this evening! Gotta have some Hot Stuff! Gotta have some Love tonight!
Draco closed the door and walked down the hall.
"Where are you going?", Harry asked.
"Draco opened the bathroom door and drawled, "To throw up", and closed the door.
Yes! I'm done! It's been a while I know and I'm sorry. I was having writer's block. Well here it is and I'll start working on Chapter 4. Thank you sooooooooo much for the reviews. Y'all are soooooooo sweet. Until the next chapter, see ya later!!!