...did Harry Potter ever belong to anyone /other/ then JKR?
AN Yes! I soooo love this chapter! This was super fun to write, and I bet you all are going to love it! Guess what happens (hint: lots of REALLY weird things!!!!)
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Chapter 14
Neville's Reasons
Harry and Draco reached the portrait to the Gryffindor common rooms suprisingly fast, considering Draco, for some reason unknown to Harry, had stopped and shoved Harry up against the wall, snogging him heavilly. Out of the corner of Draco's eye, he could see Ron stomping away, looking most disgusted.
After that, however, they went straight to the common room.
"Naked Poptarts!" Harry told the portriat, causing it to open. Though, he had a sinking suspicion that it would have opened anyway, seeing as how the Fat Lady had been so terrified of Draco. Anyway, the two boys stepped into the room, causing everyone to look up.
"Harry!" George Weasley smiled, jumpping up and heading over, his twin right behind him. "Just the person we wanted to see- we have this new invent-"
"Out of my way, Weasleys," Draco snarled, grabbing Harry's shirt collar. One quick glance assured him that the boy he wanted to dismember was *not* in the common room, and therefore, in the dorms. So, Draco began pulling a now almost blue faced Harry towards the boy's dormitories. "We have an urgent meeting with Longbottem, and let me assure you- you don't want to piss me off right now."
Fred and George slowly backed away from Draco, as did the rest of the Gryffindor house. Actually, it was more like screaming and diving for cover.
This left the path to the dormitories clear, and Draco quickly pulled Harry towards them. As it was, Neville was just walking down the stairs, holding his herbology notes, obviously planning on doing some studying. The stuttering Gryffindor's notes fell to the ground as Draco pulled out his wand and fired a well placed full-body bind. He then pulled both Harry and Neville up the stairs and into the dorm. The door slammed shut and Neville was thrown onto the floor, held at wand point. The curse was removed so that he could talk.
Neville screamed and dove for cover under his bed. Draco snarled and let go of Harry so he could pounce on Neville and beat the living crap out of him.
"What's the big idea?" Draco snarled, pulling out the tattered oatmeal covered piece of paper. "You little bastard, did you think your letter was going to scare me away from *MY* Harry? Do you think you're powerful enough to threaten us? How dare you do something like that!" He growled, walking around Neville, adjusting a bright light that suddenly was shining directly on his suspects face. Neville squeaked.
Harry looked around, noticing for the first time that his old room had been redecorated in black and white. Then he noticed that Draco was wearing a very strange looking hat and Neville was sitting on a wooden chair, hands tied behind his back.
"Think you could get away from us, eh?" Draco was asking in a really bad Chicago accent, puffing bubbles out of his rather childish looking pipe. "Think we wouldn't realize it was you, did ya?"
Harry quickly shook his head, and Draco and Neville returend to their origonal possitiions and outfits.
"Tell me, Longbottem," Draco said, his anger building up, getting ready to explode. Just before it did, he beagn a slow motion lunge... and was pulled back at the last second.
"Down boy!" Harry commanded, tossing Draco onto his old bed.
"But Harryyyyyyyy!" The blond whined.
"But nothing, Draco," Harry said gently, "Let him explain himself first - TO ME! He's my friend, more or less. Get out from under the bed, Neville."
Neville slowly peaked over the bed at them and was glad to see that Harry was now sitting on top of the Slytherin, playing with his hair and sucessfully restraining him. Then again, it slightly sickened the boy, enough that he cringed. Draco frowned.
"Now, Neville, why did you send that letter to Draco? Have you seen what it's done to him?" Harry snapped, as nicely as he could, whirling around and recasting the body-bind on the boy who was slowly starting to creep towards the door. "Look what you did to my boyfriend! Look at him! He's a wreck, and it's all your fault!"
In the background, Draco pouted adorabally.
"W-well, I-I don't think that you- you shouldn't date Draco... It's for your own good!" Neville managed to get out. "He's plotting to hurt you- I know it! And... YOU'RE CHEETING ON KARI!"
Harry laughed then, turning around to look into Draco's gray eyes, smiling at the rage that still lurked inside them.
"GRRRRRRR! What are you saying," Draco snarled, still pinned down by Harry's weight. "That I'm not good enough for him?! AND WHY THE HELL WOULD I HURT HIM?!"
"Draco, please. Let him finish before you kill him."
"I-It wasn't ev-even my id-idea to write t-the l-l-letter," Neville stammered. "And-"
"What do you mean, not your idea?!" Draco shouted, now struggling wildly, his hands clenching and unclenching as though wishing the stuttering boy's neck was there instead of air.
"Well... it w-was a s-sort of b-blackmail..?"
"Who, Neville, who?" Harry prodded gently.
Neville looked at his shoes. "I can't tell you." He said miserabally, "or else they'll hurt me and tell everyone my secret."
"What secret Neville? You know you can tell me about it, if it will help you clear this up."
"Harry," Draco snarled, "less talk, more kill!"
Neville squeaked, trying to back away but resulting in tripping and falling over. "If I told anyone, they said they'd tell everyone that I--that I like you and something else that I did wrong recently."
Harry smiled knowingly. "Neville, liking someone isn't wrong, it just happens. But let me tell you something. I care deeply for Draco, alright? And if anybody tried to hurt my relationship with him, in *any* way, I'd hunt them down and let Draco kill them. Now, can you tell me anything about who is doing this - or why? Please tell us." He trailed off, making puppy eyes and the gullible Gryffindor.
Neville fidigted, "what about Kari?" He whispered finally.
Harry laughed. "Kari," he smiled. "Kari of the funny attitute changes, Kari the one who managed to frighten Snape, Kari- the only person to not look at me because of the scar on my forehead, Kari, who I love with all my heart..." he trailed off, tracing Draco's features before turning back around to face Neville.
"If you were smart enough to deduct that Draco and I were dating, maybe you would also be smart enough to notice all of the similarities that he and Kari share. Including the necklace around thier necks. The necklace I gave to Kari on Christmas, is the exact necklace Draco is wearing right now."
Neville's eyes widened. "You gave Malfoy Kari's necklace?!?!" He yelped.
"No!" Harry shouted. "Draco IS Kari! They're the same person, except one of them was hit by a spell, to change genders."
Nevile turned white, "you love Malfoy?"
Draco grinned, going back into "cute and cuddly" mode. Harry giggled. "Yep." He said, "I really do."
"Okay, I guess that's alright then... but I still can't tell you who it is. It's too much of a risk, and I don't want to have my head bashed in. AND get sent home expelled, Gran would kill me for sure!" Neville looked at them sadly. "But he wants to expose you, very soon, and he wants you to suffer badly. You have to watch out, Harry... and you- Dr- Malfoy."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Thank's Nev."
"Harry," Draco whispered, crawling out from under Harry and climbing into his lap, snuggling as close as possible. "What if it's Ron? What will you do?"
Harry's eyes darkened. "Ron has already proven how good a friend he is. If it is him, I'll be ready."
"Neville squeaked, "Prepare yourself, but not for Ron. It isn't him." At that, he fainted, conveintiently knocking his head and forgetting the last terrifying twenty minutes of his already scary life.
Draco gave Harry a weird look and stood up, tugging him towards their own rooms, far away from the Gryffindors. They spent two minutes talking before Draco fell asleep. Drooling and snoring softly.
Mittens mewed cutely and jumped onto the bed, walking on top of Draco's body until she got to the perfectly kept hair. The little kitten pawed at it before curling up in the gold locks and falling asleep. Harry laughed and laid down as well, figuring that if his "family" was going to nap, then hell if he wasn't going to as well.
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AN Alright! Cuddly!Draco and Scared-shitless!Neville, could life get any better! Actually- yes it can, because my friend, Nicole, helped me come up with something even better to happen in his story. And let me tell you right now- it involes Snape, the Dursleys, and the Return of Karisuta! YES!
Draco: O.O I'M *CUDDLY*?!?!?!
Harry: O.o How the hell did that happen?
Hermione: Wow! I'm going to go shopping now, seeing how you're going to need /lots/ of stuff for the new attitudes! *squee!*
Draco: *raises fist towards the sky, falling down on knees* NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
Harry: *watches boyfriend and wonders if there is any chance that there are still girl hormones lurking inside of his body.
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AN Yes! I soooo love this chapter! This was super fun to write, and I bet you all are going to love it! Guess what happens (hint: lots of REALLY weird things!!!!)
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Chapter 14
Neville's Reasons
Harry and Draco reached the portrait to the Gryffindor common rooms suprisingly fast, considering Draco, for some reason unknown to Harry, had stopped and shoved Harry up against the wall, snogging him heavilly. Out of the corner of Draco's eye, he could see Ron stomping away, looking most disgusted.
After that, however, they went straight to the common room.
"Naked Poptarts!" Harry told the portriat, causing it to open. Though, he had a sinking suspicion that it would have opened anyway, seeing as how the Fat Lady had been so terrified of Draco. Anyway, the two boys stepped into the room, causing everyone to look up.
"Harry!" George Weasley smiled, jumpping up and heading over, his twin right behind him. "Just the person we wanted to see- we have this new invent-"
"Out of my way, Weasleys," Draco snarled, grabbing Harry's shirt collar. One quick glance assured him that the boy he wanted to dismember was *not* in the common room, and therefore, in the dorms. So, Draco began pulling a now almost blue faced Harry towards the boy's dormitories. "We have an urgent meeting with Longbottem, and let me assure you- you don't want to piss me off right now."
Fred and George slowly backed away from Draco, as did the rest of the Gryffindor house. Actually, it was more like screaming and diving for cover.
This left the path to the dormitories clear, and Draco quickly pulled Harry towards them. As it was, Neville was just walking down the stairs, holding his herbology notes, obviously planning on doing some studying. The stuttering Gryffindor's notes fell to the ground as Draco pulled out his wand and fired a well placed full-body bind. He then pulled both Harry and Neville up the stairs and into the dorm. The door slammed shut and Neville was thrown onto the floor, held at wand point. The curse was removed so that he could talk.
Neville screamed and dove for cover under his bed. Draco snarled and let go of Harry so he could pounce on Neville and beat the living crap out of him.
"What's the big idea?" Draco snarled, pulling out the tattered oatmeal covered piece of paper. "You little bastard, did you think your letter was going to scare me away from *MY* Harry? Do you think you're powerful enough to threaten us? How dare you do something like that!" He growled, walking around Neville, adjusting a bright light that suddenly was shining directly on his suspects face. Neville squeaked.
Harry looked around, noticing for the first time that his old room had been redecorated in black and white. Then he noticed that Draco was wearing a very strange looking hat and Neville was sitting on a wooden chair, hands tied behind his back.
"Think you could get away from us, eh?" Draco was asking in a really bad Chicago accent, puffing bubbles out of his rather childish looking pipe. "Think we wouldn't realize it was you, did ya?"
Harry quickly shook his head, and Draco and Neville returend to their origonal possitiions and outfits.
"Tell me, Longbottem," Draco said, his anger building up, getting ready to explode. Just before it did, he beagn a slow motion lunge... and was pulled back at the last second.
"Down boy!" Harry commanded, tossing Draco onto his old bed.
"But Harryyyyyyyy!" The blond whined.
"But nothing, Draco," Harry said gently, "Let him explain himself first - TO ME! He's my friend, more or less. Get out from under the bed, Neville."
Neville slowly peaked over the bed at them and was glad to see that Harry was now sitting on top of the Slytherin, playing with his hair and sucessfully restraining him. Then again, it slightly sickened the boy, enough that he cringed. Draco frowned.
"Now, Neville, why did you send that letter to Draco? Have you seen what it's done to him?" Harry snapped, as nicely as he could, whirling around and recasting the body-bind on the boy who was slowly starting to creep towards the door. "Look what you did to my boyfriend! Look at him! He's a wreck, and it's all your fault!"
In the background, Draco pouted adorabally.
"W-well, I-I don't think that you- you shouldn't date Draco... It's for your own good!" Neville managed to get out. "He's plotting to hurt you- I know it! And... YOU'RE CHEETING ON KARI!"
Harry laughed then, turning around to look into Draco's gray eyes, smiling at the rage that still lurked inside them.
"GRRRRRRR! What are you saying," Draco snarled, still pinned down by Harry's weight. "That I'm not good enough for him?! AND WHY THE HELL WOULD I HURT HIM?!"
"Draco, please. Let him finish before you kill him."
"I-It wasn't ev-even my id-idea to write t-the l-l-letter," Neville stammered. "And-"
"What do you mean, not your idea?!" Draco shouted, now struggling wildly, his hands clenching and unclenching as though wishing the stuttering boy's neck was there instead of air.
"Well... it w-was a s-sort of b-blackmail..?"
"Who, Neville, who?" Harry prodded gently.
Neville looked at his shoes. "I can't tell you." He said miserabally, "or else they'll hurt me and tell everyone my secret."
"What secret Neville? You know you can tell me about it, if it will help you clear this up."
"Harry," Draco snarled, "less talk, more kill!"
Neville squeaked, trying to back away but resulting in tripping and falling over. "If I told anyone, they said they'd tell everyone that I--that I like you and something else that I did wrong recently."
Harry smiled knowingly. "Neville, liking someone isn't wrong, it just happens. But let me tell you something. I care deeply for Draco, alright? And if anybody tried to hurt my relationship with him, in *any* way, I'd hunt them down and let Draco kill them. Now, can you tell me anything about who is doing this - or why? Please tell us." He trailed off, making puppy eyes and the gullible Gryffindor.
Neville fidigted, "what about Kari?" He whispered finally.
Harry laughed. "Kari," he smiled. "Kari of the funny attitute changes, Kari the one who managed to frighten Snape, Kari- the only person to not look at me because of the scar on my forehead, Kari, who I love with all my heart..." he trailed off, tracing Draco's features before turning back around to face Neville.
"If you were smart enough to deduct that Draco and I were dating, maybe you would also be smart enough to notice all of the similarities that he and Kari share. Including the necklace around thier necks. The necklace I gave to Kari on Christmas, is the exact necklace Draco is wearing right now."
Neville's eyes widened. "You gave Malfoy Kari's necklace?!?!" He yelped.
"No!" Harry shouted. "Draco IS Kari! They're the same person, except one of them was hit by a spell, to change genders."
Nevile turned white, "you love Malfoy?"
Draco grinned, going back into "cute and cuddly" mode. Harry giggled. "Yep." He said, "I really do."
"Okay, I guess that's alright then... but I still can't tell you who it is. It's too much of a risk, and I don't want to have my head bashed in. AND get sent home expelled, Gran would kill me for sure!" Neville looked at them sadly. "But he wants to expose you, very soon, and he wants you to suffer badly. You have to watch out, Harry... and you- Dr- Malfoy."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Thank's Nev."
"Harry," Draco whispered, crawling out from under Harry and climbing into his lap, snuggling as close as possible. "What if it's Ron? What will you do?"
Harry's eyes darkened. "Ron has already proven how good a friend he is. If it is him, I'll be ready."
"Neville squeaked, "Prepare yourself, but not for Ron. It isn't him." At that, he fainted, conveintiently knocking his head and forgetting the last terrifying twenty minutes of his already scary life.
Draco gave Harry a weird look and stood up, tugging him towards their own rooms, far away from the Gryffindors. They spent two minutes talking before Draco fell asleep. Drooling and snoring softly.
Mittens mewed cutely and jumped onto the bed, walking on top of Draco's body until she got to the perfectly kept hair. The little kitten pawed at it before curling up in the gold locks and falling asleep. Harry laughed and laid down as well, figuring that if his "family" was going to nap, then hell if he wasn't going to as well.
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AN Alright! Cuddly!Draco and Scared-shitless!Neville, could life get any better! Actually- yes it can, because my friend, Nicole, helped me come up with something even better to happen in his story. And let me tell you right now- it involes Snape, the Dursleys, and the Return of Karisuta! YES!
Draco: O.O I'M *CUDDLY*?!?!?!
Harry: O.o How the hell did that happen?
Hermione: Wow! I'm going to go shopping now, seeing how you're going to need /lots/ of stuff for the new attitudes! *squee!*
Draco: *raises fist towards the sky, falling down on knees* NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
Harry: *watches boyfriend and wonders if there is any chance that there are still girl hormones lurking inside of his body.
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