A/N: It's the HOLIDAYS! YESSSSSS!!!!! My Easter hols started last
Wednesday! Nah na-na nah naa-na! *sticks tongue out at everyone whose
holidays started later than that* Big thanks + hugz for everyone who read
and reviewed my story! Plz keep doing that, for it really puts a smile on
my face! Here are the thanxes in closer form . . .
Avening Angel: Thanx for reading it and, yaha, of COURSE there's gonna be slash . . .
LvlySenbei: I am v. glad that you are intrigued! *grins* And, once again, of COURSE there's gonna be slash . . .
Tine: Awww, thanx! *blushes from compliments* Well, Draco is going to take a VERY long time in the bathroom . . . he does need to preen to make himself look gorge, ya know! Oh, and I just read one of your stories, 'Know Your Enemy', and I would just like to say that you are a very talented writer!
Aniron Sauron Greenleaf-Took: Yuppy-doo-da, Harry is as gay as they come!
SoulSister: I will keep going - glad you find the story interesting. The next chappie will be up in, say . . . oh, I don't know . . . three or four months, maybe? *shrinks away from everyone who throws tomatoes*
Dark Blood AKA hermionegranger: OK, I will TRY to make the chapters longer. But I can promise you nothing, what with all the stupid homework we get. *sigh*
Fanny chan: You're right. They can sometimes be a bit . . . 'oblivious', as you nicely put it. Well, our ickle Drakkie-Wakkie didn't suspect anything because there's gotta be a million people in the world with the initials HP. In fact, I have a friend called HP. Really, I do. (Dora-the-elda will know who I'm talking about). Her real name is Helena. AND she wears glasses. AND she has a scar. Although it's not lightning shaped, it's just on her eyebrow (I think).
nanono: Yay! Glad you like it! Well, like I said before, I'll probably update this in about three-four months. *ducks and runs away from everyone who starts throwing tomatoes again*
Chibi-Crysti: Yup, good ol' Dray has a stubble! And spiky hair. You know, it might be just me, but I think he'd look very attractive with a stubble. And a pair of leather jeans. They've got to be tight though. And with a tub of chocolate, strawberry whipped cream, a king-sized bed, and, of course not forgetting the pink fluffy handcuffs!!! *cough* Sorry, just got caught up in my own little (perverted) fantasy world there for a minute . . . (Dora-the-elda [more commonly known as Dora] should know what I'm talking about). Anyway, thanx for reading this story, and, well, if you scroll down, you'll see what happens next!
Stacey: Um, no, sorry darling, but you are NOT married to Draco. The reason his surname is Mall is because he had to change it because . . . well. You'll find out in later chapters. Anyway, please keep reviewing my work and MAKE SURE YOUR EMAIL THING DOESN'T STOP WORKING AGAIN!!!!!!!! Actually, too late, it already has. Bummer.
Forgotten Loss: Well, here's another chapter for you!!! Thanx for reading! And plz keep reviewing!
Dora-the-elda: Of course I'll write more you silly sausage! Anyway, I think you're a bit mixed up - I did NOT tell you what's gonna happen next in Losing Grip in Art. Mostly because I don't really know myself! At least, I didn't, until a few weeks ago, when my good ol' muse Klypto gave me some inspiration to write something that vaguely resembles a plot for this story. Oh, also, WHEN THE HELL ARE YOU GONNA POST YOUR STORY UP???
the-ladyship-writers: Glad you love it! And here's the update!
deaths mistress: I'm keeping it up, I'm keeping it up, don't worry! Please don't curse me! *makes adorable puppy eyes*
OK everyone, that's enough of my rambling and freaking out the poor souls who reviewed. Oh, I also would like to tell you to read Dora-the-elda's stuff (when she can be arsed to actually finish it and post it up) cuz it's really good! Anywho, on with the show . . .
I mean story . . .
~~~~~~~~ Losing Grip ~~~~~~~~
Chapter 2
The two men stood there, practically gaping at each other, neither one of them believing what they were seeing - their high school nemesis.
They were interrupted by the waitress in the skimpy clothing, asking them both if they wanted some coffee, to which they both replied by simply staring at each other.
The waitress gave a little huff of displeasure (you could tell she didn't like being ignored), and went off to serve another table with four men sitting on it (who were leering at her) and looked like they would've even leered at a gigantic pineapple had it walked in wearing a tutu.
Not that such a thing happened daily, of course.
Or ever, for that matter.
"Malfoy, what . . . what are you doing here?" Harry asked, slightly dumbfounded, but the ability to speak coming back.
Draco's eyes darted around quickly (to make sure no one was listening), and swallowed slightly. He shaped his features into the sneer that was his trademark at Hogwarts.
"I think I should be asking you the same thing . . . Potter," he spat the name out as if it were poison. Or it would've sounded like that if Draco wasn't sounding so nervous.
"I live around here. What about you? Why did you even want to share a flat with someone? I thought Malfoys didn't share. Also, why did you even change your name? And, did I mention, why the hell do you want to share a flat with someone? What if I was a muggle? I thought that Malfoys didn't-" Harry started (a speech), but was interrupted by Draco clamping his hand over his mouth.
"Shut up, Potter! What the hell are you trying to do, tell the whole world?" Draco hissed. He took his hand off Harry's mouth, looking at it in disdain. "God, now I'm gonna have to spend a week washing my hand!" he said in disgust.
Harry's eyes widened slightly in anger.
"Hey! I'm not the one who asked you to wipe your bloody hand on my mouth!"
"I was not wiping my hand on your mouth! I was merely getting you to shut up so you wouldn't cause a scene!"
"Cause a scene? Me?!? How the hell would I cause a scene?"
"Well, by the way you're SHOUTING right now, you already HAVE!"
"I am NOT shouting!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"AM NOT!"
"ARE TOO!"
"AM N- oh. Malfoy, um, er . . . everyone's kind of . . . kind of staring at us," Harry said meekly.
Draco turned around and gave the entire coffee shop a death glare. Everyone who was staring at them immediately started chatting animatedly to the closest person (or thing) nearest to them. So, naturally, some of them ended up talking to coat racks (as you do).
Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Funny - just two minutes with Malfoy and he was already getting under his skin. Seems like he hadn't changed since Hogwarts. Well, maybe he'd spiked his hair up. And maybe he'd grown a stubble. And maybe he DID look the tiniest bit attractive, but he still was a prat. Wait, attractive? No way, he was NOT attractive. He simply wasn't. Why? He just . . . wasn't, Harry reasoned with himself.
Draco's eyes skimmed Harry's body as quick as lightning. Not bad, he thought. He had grown up since Hogwarts - grown more muscular it seemed. Or as muscular as someone could be under a woolly forest-green jumper. He still was the same Potter though. Running his hand through his hair every time he was agitated. Draco sighed to himself. Trust him to get Potter, Harry POTTER, of ALL people as a roommate. Assuming that Harry actually would agree to let Draco into his house.
"So, um . . ." Draco coughed, not knowing what to say. "Er . . . where do you live, Mr . . . Paye?" he asked.
Harry shook his head.
"You don't have to call me that. You can still call me Potter, don't worry. I only used the name 'Paye' in case my newest roommate would be someone from Hogwarts - I just didn't want them to try to become my roommate just because I'm Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived," Harry looked a bit sulky as he said this. "Anyway, I live . . . wait," he said.
There was a minute of silence.
"Um, yeah, I'm waiting," Draco said impatiently.
"How do I know that this isn't some weird ex-Death Eater plot to kidnap me, or something?" Harry asked suspiciously.
There was a flash of something in Draco's eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it came. He sighed.
"It's not, Potter. Trust me, it's not," Draco said, sounding somewhat tired.
Harry didn't know why, but he felt a pang of sympathy for Draco.
"So, are you gonna let me live with you or not?" Draco asked suddenly.
"Well, um . . . I guess . . ." Harry's voice trailed off.
"'I guess' isn't a good answer." Draco said dryly. "Yes, or no?" he asked.
Harry's mouth was slightly open. He closed it and sighed.
"Sure Malfoy. Why not?" he said.
Draco nodded his head.
"You've made a good decision, Potter," he said. "And don't call me Malfoy," he added.
"Huh? What do you want me to call you, then? 'Draco'?" Harry asked, making a face at the name.
"I would appreciate it if you didn't make fun of my name, Wonder Boy. I just want you to call me 'Mall'." Draco stated.
"'Mall'? Why 'Mall'?" Harry asked, frowning slightly.
"Because it is my surname now," Draco simply said.
"What, you married some geezer and adopted his surname?" Harry asked.
Draco gave him a look.
"Geezer?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Err . . . geezeress?" Harry offered, blushing slightly.
"Riiiiiight. OK, Potter, I have come to the conclusion that you have gone officially insane since Hogwarts. Are you --sure-- you live in a flat? Not St Mungo's or anything?" Draco asked.
This time, Harry gave him a look.
"No, sorry to disappoint you, Malf-Mall. But I'm afraid that you're gonna have to live --without-- your family," Harry said, mocking sympathy.
"Are you implying that the residents of St Mungo's are my family?" Draco asked. "Well, if you are, therefore implying that --I'm-- the one that's crazy . . . you're probably right. I mean, why else would I accept your offer to live with you?" he said.
"Excuse me? --You're-- the one that answered to the advertisement in the newspaper. Nobody asked you to," Harry said.
"Yeah, but that's before I knew that 'Harry Paye' was actually 'Harry Potter, The Boy Who's A Pain In My Arse'," Draco pointed out.
"Whatever, Malf . . . Mall," Harry said, shrugging. "Let's get out of here. I'll show you the way to my house," he said, walking out of the door of the coffee house.
Draco nodded, picked up the tatty-looking bag he had in his hand (that Harry hadn't noticed he had), and followed Harry out of the door, away from the prying eyes of the waitress in skimpy clothing, who was eyeing the two young men in a somewhat jealous manner. Not that either of them noticed, of course.
Draco followed Harry in silence. Eventually they came up to a rather large and respectable-looking house.
"You live --here--?" was the first thing that came out of Draco's mouth when he saw the house.
"Yes. Why is that so surprising?" Harry asked.
"Hey, no offence, Potter," Draco snorted, "but I thought that you'd be living somewhere nice and quiet in the country, since you kept on complaining about the fame back in school, probably married to a certain red-head, with about a million red-headed children running all around you."
Harry sighed.
"That was the idea," he said, starting to walk up his lawn. "But . . . I guess I just couldn't bring myself to fall in love with her," he said. Well, it was sort of true. He just left out the tiny, and unimportant, fact that he discovered that he was gay in the middle of Seventh Year at Hogwarts, when he was dating Ginny. She had been one of the first people he'd told, and, while she'd supported him, she still had a crush on him, hoping that he'd wake up one day and realise that he was straight and rush over to marry her. The girl was nice, but sometimes, she could be --really-- annoying.
"Ah. I see. Say no more, Potter - the Weasley traits started to annoy you, right?" Draco asked.
"I guess you could say that," Harry replied. "Well. We're here. Outside the door of my muggle home," he said, as though trying to prolong the last moments without Malfoy in his life.
"Uh . . . yeah, Potter. I can see that. I think it might be a good idea to --open the door now--," Draco said slowly, as if talking to a child.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut then opened them again. He could tell that his new roommate would be the start of a new (and irritating) adventure. And probably attract some long-gone evilness into his house, being all arrogant and everything. Oh well. Harry sighed.
"Let's get this show on the road," he said, and opened the door to his house.
A/N: Woooooooow that was . . . a pathetic chapter. I'm sorry about that. I mean, they didn't even get into the house yet! Well, anyway, if you liked this chapter, and you'd like to find out what happens next, or if you want to give me some constructive criticism, you are welcome to by clicking the little purple button that says 'review'. And if you want to flame me, well . . . I'd rather you didn't. But you can if you really want to. Basically, what I'm trying to say, is: PLEASE REVIEW!!!!
Avening Angel: Thanx for reading it and, yaha, of COURSE there's gonna be slash . . .
LvlySenbei: I am v. glad that you are intrigued! *grins* And, once again, of COURSE there's gonna be slash . . .
Tine: Awww, thanx! *blushes from compliments* Well, Draco is going to take a VERY long time in the bathroom . . . he does need to preen to make himself look gorge, ya know! Oh, and I just read one of your stories, 'Know Your Enemy', and I would just like to say that you are a very talented writer!
Aniron Sauron Greenleaf-Took: Yuppy-doo-da, Harry is as gay as they come!
SoulSister: I will keep going - glad you find the story interesting. The next chappie will be up in, say . . . oh, I don't know . . . three or four months, maybe? *shrinks away from everyone who throws tomatoes*
Dark Blood AKA hermionegranger: OK, I will TRY to make the chapters longer. But I can promise you nothing, what with all the stupid homework we get. *sigh*
Fanny chan: You're right. They can sometimes be a bit . . . 'oblivious', as you nicely put it. Well, our ickle Drakkie-Wakkie didn't suspect anything because there's gotta be a million people in the world with the initials HP. In fact, I have a friend called HP. Really, I do. (Dora-the-elda will know who I'm talking about). Her real name is Helena. AND she wears glasses. AND she has a scar. Although it's not lightning shaped, it's just on her eyebrow (I think).
nanono: Yay! Glad you like it! Well, like I said before, I'll probably update this in about three-four months. *ducks and runs away from everyone who starts throwing tomatoes again*
Chibi-Crysti: Yup, good ol' Dray has a stubble! And spiky hair. You know, it might be just me, but I think he'd look very attractive with a stubble. And a pair of leather jeans. They've got to be tight though. And with a tub of chocolate, strawberry whipped cream, a king-sized bed, and, of course not forgetting the pink fluffy handcuffs!!! *cough* Sorry, just got caught up in my own little (perverted) fantasy world there for a minute . . . (Dora-the-elda [more commonly known as Dora] should know what I'm talking about). Anyway, thanx for reading this story, and, well, if you scroll down, you'll see what happens next!
Stacey: Um, no, sorry darling, but you are NOT married to Draco. The reason his surname is Mall is because he had to change it because . . . well. You'll find out in later chapters. Anyway, please keep reviewing my work and MAKE SURE YOUR EMAIL THING DOESN'T STOP WORKING AGAIN!!!!!!!! Actually, too late, it already has. Bummer.
Forgotten Loss: Well, here's another chapter for you!!! Thanx for reading! And plz keep reviewing!
Dora-the-elda: Of course I'll write more you silly sausage! Anyway, I think you're a bit mixed up - I did NOT tell you what's gonna happen next in Losing Grip in Art. Mostly because I don't really know myself! At least, I didn't, until a few weeks ago, when my good ol' muse Klypto gave me some inspiration to write something that vaguely resembles a plot for this story. Oh, also, WHEN THE HELL ARE YOU GONNA POST YOUR STORY UP???
the-ladyship-writers: Glad you love it! And here's the update!
deaths mistress: I'm keeping it up, I'm keeping it up, don't worry! Please don't curse me! *makes adorable puppy eyes*
OK everyone, that's enough of my rambling and freaking out the poor souls who reviewed. Oh, I also would like to tell you to read Dora-the-elda's stuff (when she can be arsed to actually finish it and post it up) cuz it's really good! Anywho, on with the show . . .
I mean story . . .
~~~~~~~~ Losing Grip ~~~~~~~~
Chapter 2
The two men stood there, practically gaping at each other, neither one of them believing what they were seeing - their high school nemesis.
They were interrupted by the waitress in the skimpy clothing, asking them both if they wanted some coffee, to which they both replied by simply staring at each other.
The waitress gave a little huff of displeasure (you could tell she didn't like being ignored), and went off to serve another table with four men sitting on it (who were leering at her) and looked like they would've even leered at a gigantic pineapple had it walked in wearing a tutu.
Not that such a thing happened daily, of course.
Or ever, for that matter.
"Malfoy, what . . . what are you doing here?" Harry asked, slightly dumbfounded, but the ability to speak coming back.
Draco's eyes darted around quickly (to make sure no one was listening), and swallowed slightly. He shaped his features into the sneer that was his trademark at Hogwarts.
"I think I should be asking you the same thing . . . Potter," he spat the name out as if it were poison. Or it would've sounded like that if Draco wasn't sounding so nervous.
"I live around here. What about you? Why did you even want to share a flat with someone? I thought Malfoys didn't share. Also, why did you even change your name? And, did I mention, why the hell do you want to share a flat with someone? What if I was a muggle? I thought that Malfoys didn't-" Harry started (a speech), but was interrupted by Draco clamping his hand over his mouth.
"Shut up, Potter! What the hell are you trying to do, tell the whole world?" Draco hissed. He took his hand off Harry's mouth, looking at it in disdain. "God, now I'm gonna have to spend a week washing my hand!" he said in disgust.
Harry's eyes widened slightly in anger.
"Hey! I'm not the one who asked you to wipe your bloody hand on my mouth!"
"I was not wiping my hand on your mouth! I was merely getting you to shut up so you wouldn't cause a scene!"
"Cause a scene? Me?!? How the hell would I cause a scene?"
"Well, by the way you're SHOUTING right now, you already HAVE!"
"I am NOT shouting!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"AM NOT!"
"ARE TOO!"
"AM N- oh. Malfoy, um, er . . . everyone's kind of . . . kind of staring at us," Harry said meekly.
Draco turned around and gave the entire coffee shop a death glare. Everyone who was staring at them immediately started chatting animatedly to the closest person (or thing) nearest to them. So, naturally, some of them ended up talking to coat racks (as you do).
Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Funny - just two minutes with Malfoy and he was already getting under his skin. Seems like he hadn't changed since Hogwarts. Well, maybe he'd spiked his hair up. And maybe he'd grown a stubble. And maybe he DID look the tiniest bit attractive, but he still was a prat. Wait, attractive? No way, he was NOT attractive. He simply wasn't. Why? He just . . . wasn't, Harry reasoned with himself.
Draco's eyes skimmed Harry's body as quick as lightning. Not bad, he thought. He had grown up since Hogwarts - grown more muscular it seemed. Or as muscular as someone could be under a woolly forest-green jumper. He still was the same Potter though. Running his hand through his hair every time he was agitated. Draco sighed to himself. Trust him to get Potter, Harry POTTER, of ALL people as a roommate. Assuming that Harry actually would agree to let Draco into his house.
"So, um . . ." Draco coughed, not knowing what to say. "Er . . . where do you live, Mr . . . Paye?" he asked.
Harry shook his head.
"You don't have to call me that. You can still call me Potter, don't worry. I only used the name 'Paye' in case my newest roommate would be someone from Hogwarts - I just didn't want them to try to become my roommate just because I'm Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived," Harry looked a bit sulky as he said this. "Anyway, I live . . . wait," he said.
There was a minute of silence.
"Um, yeah, I'm waiting," Draco said impatiently.
"How do I know that this isn't some weird ex-Death Eater plot to kidnap me, or something?" Harry asked suspiciously.
There was a flash of something in Draco's eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it came. He sighed.
"It's not, Potter. Trust me, it's not," Draco said, sounding somewhat tired.
Harry didn't know why, but he felt a pang of sympathy for Draco.
"So, are you gonna let me live with you or not?" Draco asked suddenly.
"Well, um . . . I guess . . ." Harry's voice trailed off.
"'I guess' isn't a good answer." Draco said dryly. "Yes, or no?" he asked.
Harry's mouth was slightly open. He closed it and sighed.
"Sure Malfoy. Why not?" he said.
Draco nodded his head.
"You've made a good decision, Potter," he said. "And don't call me Malfoy," he added.
"Huh? What do you want me to call you, then? 'Draco'?" Harry asked, making a face at the name.
"I would appreciate it if you didn't make fun of my name, Wonder Boy. I just want you to call me 'Mall'." Draco stated.
"'Mall'? Why 'Mall'?" Harry asked, frowning slightly.
"Because it is my surname now," Draco simply said.
"What, you married some geezer and adopted his surname?" Harry asked.
Draco gave him a look.
"Geezer?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Err . . . geezeress?" Harry offered, blushing slightly.
"Riiiiiight. OK, Potter, I have come to the conclusion that you have gone officially insane since Hogwarts. Are you --sure-- you live in a flat? Not St Mungo's or anything?" Draco asked.
This time, Harry gave him a look.
"No, sorry to disappoint you, Malf-Mall. But I'm afraid that you're gonna have to live --without-- your family," Harry said, mocking sympathy.
"Are you implying that the residents of St Mungo's are my family?" Draco asked. "Well, if you are, therefore implying that --I'm-- the one that's crazy . . . you're probably right. I mean, why else would I accept your offer to live with you?" he said.
"Excuse me? --You're-- the one that answered to the advertisement in the newspaper. Nobody asked you to," Harry said.
"Yeah, but that's before I knew that 'Harry Paye' was actually 'Harry Potter, The Boy Who's A Pain In My Arse'," Draco pointed out.
"Whatever, Malf . . . Mall," Harry said, shrugging. "Let's get out of here. I'll show you the way to my house," he said, walking out of the door of the coffee house.
Draco nodded, picked up the tatty-looking bag he had in his hand (that Harry hadn't noticed he had), and followed Harry out of the door, away from the prying eyes of the waitress in skimpy clothing, who was eyeing the two young men in a somewhat jealous manner. Not that either of them noticed, of course.
Draco followed Harry in silence. Eventually they came up to a rather large and respectable-looking house.
"You live --here--?" was the first thing that came out of Draco's mouth when he saw the house.
"Yes. Why is that so surprising?" Harry asked.
"Hey, no offence, Potter," Draco snorted, "but I thought that you'd be living somewhere nice and quiet in the country, since you kept on complaining about the fame back in school, probably married to a certain red-head, with about a million red-headed children running all around you."
Harry sighed.
"That was the idea," he said, starting to walk up his lawn. "But . . . I guess I just couldn't bring myself to fall in love with her," he said. Well, it was sort of true. He just left out the tiny, and unimportant, fact that he discovered that he was gay in the middle of Seventh Year at Hogwarts, when he was dating Ginny. She had been one of the first people he'd told, and, while she'd supported him, she still had a crush on him, hoping that he'd wake up one day and realise that he was straight and rush over to marry her. The girl was nice, but sometimes, she could be --really-- annoying.
"Ah. I see. Say no more, Potter - the Weasley traits started to annoy you, right?" Draco asked.
"I guess you could say that," Harry replied. "Well. We're here. Outside the door of my muggle home," he said, as though trying to prolong the last moments without Malfoy in his life.
"Uh . . . yeah, Potter. I can see that. I think it might be a good idea to --open the door now--," Draco said slowly, as if talking to a child.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut then opened them again. He could tell that his new roommate would be the start of a new (and irritating) adventure. And probably attract some long-gone evilness into his house, being all arrogant and everything. Oh well. Harry sighed.
"Let's get this show on the road," he said, and opened the door to his house.
A/N: Woooooooow that was . . . a pathetic chapter. I'm sorry about that. I mean, they didn't even get into the house yet! Well, anyway, if you liked this chapter, and you'd like to find out what happens next, or if you want to give me some constructive criticism, you are welcome to by clicking the little purple button that says 'review'. And if you want to flame me, well . . . I'd rather you didn't. But you can if you really want to. Basically, what I'm trying to say, is: PLEASE REVIEW!!!!