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Well, obviously if I'm typing this is plain to see I don't own the
Characters, but thank you Jo for letting my borrow them for a while ^_^
Also, here's your warning:
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You've been warned, so here we go, on with the story.
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Harry sat in the Gryffindor common room feeling particularly alone and vulnerable, not to mention extremely agitated. For he had been immensely humiliated in front of what he guessed would by now be the whole of Slytherin. That little blonde prat. If only he'd stayed in bed that morning, and not felt so badly like going for a quick fly around the Quidditch field.
He'd literally dragged himself out of bed, almost waking Ron and the others as he knocked over his broom, which fell with a loud crash as it hit his bedside table, knocking his glasses to the floor. He should have realized then that it was going to be a bad day, but as usual, Harry was oblivious to the signs.
Stepping outside, the first thing Harry noticed was the freezing wind lashing against his cheeks; he tried to pull his collar further up his neck but was unsuccessful. As he glanced around, he noticed that someone else was out and about, flying gracefully over the stadium, too high to be recognizable. (One guess who it is - my stories are always predictable)
Harry felt the extraordinary rush he always got as his feet left the ground and the floor seemed to fall from beneath him. He glided through the air, spinning and twisting, losing himself in this activity that he was convinced he lived for. He was made to fly. He closed his eyes as he whizzed over the stadium, the wind mangling his already unruly raven hair.
Before he could complete his favourite Quidditch move, the Wronski Feint, Harry heard a yell from across the field. His eyes snapped open and he speed toward the ground where he could see a jumbled mess of black and green. He slowed as he got closer to the ground. He felt his heart thumping against his rib cage as he realised who the blonde boy on the ground was.
It was Malfoy.
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Harry gently knelt before Draco as he groaned in what sounded like agony.
"Malfoy, Draco, can you hear me? Are you ok?" Harry realized he was sounding too worried, so he toned it down a little. "If you expect me to help you if I don't even know what's wrong with you, that's asking a bit much!" ok, maybe he toned it a little too much.
"gughmhp" Malfoy rolled onto his side, revealing one terribly purple looking eye and a very out of place shoulder. "Potter?" He managed to mumble almost incoherently before rolling back onto his stomach and groaning once more with pain.
Harry cast a quick spell to clean him up as best he could, and then leaned him up in a sitting position against the goal post he had obviously flown into. He held up a small, trembling hand.
"Draco, how many fingers do you see?" He held up three fingers, praying that Draco would say six. But what the Slytherin said next was not a number,
"Potter, why is your hand shaking?" He smirked a very painful looking smirk. Harry gawped in silence before realizing he must look like a goldfish and shutting his mouth abruptly.
"I. it's. I'm fine. It's the cold." Harry mentally kicked himself for stuttering. Don't make it obvious moron. He thought to himself.
And then Draco did something that Harry really didn't expect, he smiled. Harry smiled back, then held out a hand to help Draco up.
"Thanks but no thanks, Potter. I think I'd rather just sit here for a while until the pain starts to go away." He looked at Harry, who in turn looked very confused. He lent down and picked up his broomstick then turned to leave. But something made him stop.
"You can stay you know, I wont bite." Malfoy spoke to Harry for the first time with such sincerity that Harry almost jumped him. Luckily enough, our hero managed to contain himself. Instead he turned to Face the blonde and voiced his thoughts allowed.
"Why on EARTH would you want ME to stay with YOU, Malfoy?" He didn't want to sound so bitter, in case Malfoy was being genuine. Harry felt his heart leap at the impending thought that Draco might like him back. NO. He stomped the thought out, no, he would never, he could never. or could he?
Malfoy was smiling again. "I promise not to try and kill you."
"Or hex me. Don't try and hurt me in any way."
Malfoy laughed causing Harry to flinch, "Me? Hurt the invincible Harry potter? You must be kidding me. Even Voldemort himself can't do that." Harry didn't cringe when Malfoy said the Dark Lord's name, not that it surprised him the slightest that Malfoy would use it. Harry thought this over, he was right; nothing Malfoy could do was likely to put him in any immediate danger, especially with Dumbledore around. He decided to take a chance and marched over to where Draco was sitting propped against the post.
"Does it hurt?" Harry asked quietly. He didn't flinch when Draco laughed this time. "A little." He admitted. "Sorry to bother you, you don't have to stay."
"No, it's ok." Harry looked at the other boy, wishing that he could touch him, hold him, kiss him. "What happened?" He changed the subject, hoping to push the other thoughts out of his mind.
"I'm not sure you'd like to know potter." He winced then, holding his hand to his ribs tightly, putting much unnecessary pressure on them. Harry didn't say anything in order to avoid an argument, but thought it strange all the same.
"Try me." The look of challenge in Harry's eyes shocked Malfoy. He was speechless for a second, then the malice returned to his features and the all-familiar smirk returned.
"Ok, I was just flying over the pitch, minding my own business, then along you came - Harry Potter, wonder boy, scar head, mr sexy himself." The smirk widened. "As soon as I noticed you I lost control, and, excuse the pun, fell head over heals to the ground. If you hadn't come to help me I'd still be lying here a bloody mess." His eyes were glowing with... well, Harry wasn't sure what they were glowing with, but they were glowing.
He was speechless. Had Draco just called him Sexy?? "Did you just call me...? Never mind." Harry snapped his mouth shut. Damn you, he probably didn't say it, you're imagining things.
"Yes, Harry, I called you Sexy." He smiled, a genuine, heart felt smile. It was all Harry could do not to start hyperventilating.
"But, I, you, I, what? I don't know what to say." Harry stammered.
"Don't say anything unless you mean it, Harry." Malfoy moved his hand to touch Harry's and smiled when Harry didn't flinch or pull away.
"Well, I. I think you're pretty s..Sexy too, Ma... Draco." He was stuttering, oh God! And then Draco did something that almost caused Harry's insides to explode. (You dirty minded person; I didn't mean it like that!! Tututut)
Draco kissed him.
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Harry thought for a moment that the dizzy spell he was experiencing was from the kiss, and was amazed for a moment until he remembered to breath, which in turn brought everything back into focus. He looked up at the pale boy who was now grinning broadly at the scruffy haired boy.
"Harry?" Draco cooed after a while. Harry hmm'd in reply, not wanting to ruin the moment by opening his mouth.
"Happy April Fools day." Without even adding his usual spite, Harry could feel his blood begin to boil.
"Why you sniveling, low, cruel. you f*****g bastard!!" Harry yelled at the top of his lungs, but all Draco could do was laugh. He reached underneath his robes, and pulled out a small silver tape recorder and held it mockingly just beyond Harry's reach.
"Just wait til the rest of Slytherin hears about this." This time his smirk was menacing, Malfoy grabbed his Nimbus 2001 and started jogging back toward the castle. Harry felt like flying as high as he could and completing the Wronski Feint he had pulled out of earlier, only not pulling out this time.
Instead he collapsed against the post, face in hands. And it was this action that stopped him seeing what happened next. Malfoy stopped and turned to look at the depressed form that was Harry, slumped against the goal post. He looked down at the small tape recorder in his hand and sighed, then he threw it high into the air and shattered it with a light swish and flick of his wand. Fuck the Slytherins and their immature April Fools day pranks.
He stared back at Harry one last time, "I do love you, Harry Potter". And with that he ran back up to the castle, leaving Harry, once more, alone on the Quidditch pitch.
Harry returned to the common room, fled to his dormitory, and collapsed on the bed, it was only then, when he was sure that no one was in the room that he let the tears out. "You bastard." He mumbled. Then he curled up into a ball and let the sobs come freely.
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For now anyhow, it was just something short I wanted to play around with cos it's April fools day and someone played a prank almost like that on me this morning. *coughyou'regonnagetitDamiencough* . If I get some reviews I might continue it, maybe I'll continue it anyways. Who knows?!
"Not I," said the little pig. *looks at the little piggy.*o_O *Pig blinks -_- 0_0 -_- 0_0*
Weird. Right anyways. I dunno. Anyways, thanks for reading and any reviews and constructive criticism, idea's for what can happen etc are GREATLY appreciated. and you know the rest..
Ciao Ciao Sami XoXo
Also, here's your warning:
/*SLASH* SLASH* SLASH* SLASH* SLASH* SLASH* SLASH* SLASH* SLASH* SLASH* SLASH* SLASH* SLASH* SLASH* SLASH* SLASH* SLASH* SLASH*/
You've been warned, so here we go, on with the story.
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Harry sat in the Gryffindor common room feeling particularly alone and vulnerable, not to mention extremely agitated. For he had been immensely humiliated in front of what he guessed would by now be the whole of Slytherin. That little blonde prat. If only he'd stayed in bed that morning, and not felt so badly like going for a quick fly around the Quidditch field.
He'd literally dragged himself out of bed, almost waking Ron and the others as he knocked over his broom, which fell with a loud crash as it hit his bedside table, knocking his glasses to the floor. He should have realized then that it was going to be a bad day, but as usual, Harry was oblivious to the signs.
Stepping outside, the first thing Harry noticed was the freezing wind lashing against his cheeks; he tried to pull his collar further up his neck but was unsuccessful. As he glanced around, he noticed that someone else was out and about, flying gracefully over the stadium, too high to be recognizable. (One guess who it is - my stories are always predictable)
Harry felt the extraordinary rush he always got as his feet left the ground and the floor seemed to fall from beneath him. He glided through the air, spinning and twisting, losing himself in this activity that he was convinced he lived for. He was made to fly. He closed his eyes as he whizzed over the stadium, the wind mangling his already unruly raven hair.
Before he could complete his favourite Quidditch move, the Wronski Feint, Harry heard a yell from across the field. His eyes snapped open and he speed toward the ground where he could see a jumbled mess of black and green. He slowed as he got closer to the ground. He felt his heart thumping against his rib cage as he realised who the blonde boy on the ground was.
It was Malfoy.
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Harry gently knelt before Draco as he groaned in what sounded like agony.
"Malfoy, Draco, can you hear me? Are you ok?" Harry realized he was sounding too worried, so he toned it down a little. "If you expect me to help you if I don't even know what's wrong with you, that's asking a bit much!" ok, maybe he toned it a little too much.
"gughmhp" Malfoy rolled onto his side, revealing one terribly purple looking eye and a very out of place shoulder. "Potter?" He managed to mumble almost incoherently before rolling back onto his stomach and groaning once more with pain.
Harry cast a quick spell to clean him up as best he could, and then leaned him up in a sitting position against the goal post he had obviously flown into. He held up a small, trembling hand.
"Draco, how many fingers do you see?" He held up three fingers, praying that Draco would say six. But what the Slytherin said next was not a number,
"Potter, why is your hand shaking?" He smirked a very painful looking smirk. Harry gawped in silence before realizing he must look like a goldfish and shutting his mouth abruptly.
"I. it's. I'm fine. It's the cold." Harry mentally kicked himself for stuttering. Don't make it obvious moron. He thought to himself.
And then Draco did something that Harry really didn't expect, he smiled. Harry smiled back, then held out a hand to help Draco up.
"Thanks but no thanks, Potter. I think I'd rather just sit here for a while until the pain starts to go away." He looked at Harry, who in turn looked very confused. He lent down and picked up his broomstick then turned to leave. But something made him stop.
"You can stay you know, I wont bite." Malfoy spoke to Harry for the first time with such sincerity that Harry almost jumped him. Luckily enough, our hero managed to contain himself. Instead he turned to Face the blonde and voiced his thoughts allowed.
"Why on EARTH would you want ME to stay with YOU, Malfoy?" He didn't want to sound so bitter, in case Malfoy was being genuine. Harry felt his heart leap at the impending thought that Draco might like him back. NO. He stomped the thought out, no, he would never, he could never. or could he?
Malfoy was smiling again. "I promise not to try and kill you."
"Or hex me. Don't try and hurt me in any way."
Malfoy laughed causing Harry to flinch, "Me? Hurt the invincible Harry potter? You must be kidding me. Even Voldemort himself can't do that." Harry didn't cringe when Malfoy said the Dark Lord's name, not that it surprised him the slightest that Malfoy would use it. Harry thought this over, he was right; nothing Malfoy could do was likely to put him in any immediate danger, especially with Dumbledore around. He decided to take a chance and marched over to where Draco was sitting propped against the post.
"Does it hurt?" Harry asked quietly. He didn't flinch when Draco laughed this time. "A little." He admitted. "Sorry to bother you, you don't have to stay."
"No, it's ok." Harry looked at the other boy, wishing that he could touch him, hold him, kiss him. "What happened?" He changed the subject, hoping to push the other thoughts out of his mind.
"I'm not sure you'd like to know potter." He winced then, holding his hand to his ribs tightly, putting much unnecessary pressure on them. Harry didn't say anything in order to avoid an argument, but thought it strange all the same.
"Try me." The look of challenge in Harry's eyes shocked Malfoy. He was speechless for a second, then the malice returned to his features and the all-familiar smirk returned.
"Ok, I was just flying over the pitch, minding my own business, then along you came - Harry Potter, wonder boy, scar head, mr sexy himself." The smirk widened. "As soon as I noticed you I lost control, and, excuse the pun, fell head over heals to the ground. If you hadn't come to help me I'd still be lying here a bloody mess." His eyes were glowing with... well, Harry wasn't sure what they were glowing with, but they were glowing.
He was speechless. Had Draco just called him Sexy?? "Did you just call me...? Never mind." Harry snapped his mouth shut. Damn you, he probably didn't say it, you're imagining things.
"Yes, Harry, I called you Sexy." He smiled, a genuine, heart felt smile. It was all Harry could do not to start hyperventilating.
"But, I, you, I, what? I don't know what to say." Harry stammered.
"Don't say anything unless you mean it, Harry." Malfoy moved his hand to touch Harry's and smiled when Harry didn't flinch or pull away.
"Well, I. I think you're pretty s..Sexy too, Ma... Draco." He was stuttering, oh God! And then Draco did something that almost caused Harry's insides to explode. (You dirty minded person; I didn't mean it like that!! Tututut)
Draco kissed him.
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Harry thought for a moment that the dizzy spell he was experiencing was from the kiss, and was amazed for a moment until he remembered to breath, which in turn brought everything back into focus. He looked up at the pale boy who was now grinning broadly at the scruffy haired boy.
"Harry?" Draco cooed after a while. Harry hmm'd in reply, not wanting to ruin the moment by opening his mouth.
"Happy April Fools day." Without even adding his usual spite, Harry could feel his blood begin to boil.
"Why you sniveling, low, cruel. you f*****g bastard!!" Harry yelled at the top of his lungs, but all Draco could do was laugh. He reached underneath his robes, and pulled out a small silver tape recorder and held it mockingly just beyond Harry's reach.
"Just wait til the rest of Slytherin hears about this." This time his smirk was menacing, Malfoy grabbed his Nimbus 2001 and started jogging back toward the castle. Harry felt like flying as high as he could and completing the Wronski Feint he had pulled out of earlier, only not pulling out this time.
Instead he collapsed against the post, face in hands. And it was this action that stopped him seeing what happened next. Malfoy stopped and turned to look at the depressed form that was Harry, slumped against the goal post. He looked down at the small tape recorder in his hand and sighed, then he threw it high into the air and shattered it with a light swish and flick of his wand. Fuck the Slytherins and their immature April Fools day pranks.
He stared back at Harry one last time, "I do love you, Harry Potter". And with that he ran back up to the castle, leaving Harry, once more, alone on the Quidditch pitch.
Harry returned to the common room, fled to his dormitory, and collapsed on the bed, it was only then, when he was sure that no one was in the room that he let the tears out. "You bastard." He mumbled. Then he curled up into a ball and let the sobs come freely.
End
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For now anyhow, it was just something short I wanted to play around with cos it's April fools day and someone played a prank almost like that on me this morning. *coughyou'regonnagetitDamiencough* . If I get some reviews I might continue it, maybe I'll continue it anyways. Who knows?!
"Not I," said the little pig. *looks at the little piggy.*o_O *Pig blinks -_- 0_0 -_- 0_0*
Weird. Right anyways. I dunno. Anyways, thanks for reading and any reviews and constructive criticism, idea's for what can happen etc are GREATLY appreciated. and you know the rest..
Ciao Ciao Sami XoXo