DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, I would be rich. Seeing as
I'm not... I don't own Harry Potter.
Author's note: Lots of inappropriate stuff... ummm... you can kinda, like,
see it already and stuff... but... yeah. Oh, and, sorry it took so long, if
anyone cares.
This chapter is dedicated to Daivik I-can't-say-his-real-last-name-or-else- he'll-kill-me-dead-dead-dead. Because I can. Lurve you!
CHAPTER TWO
"Fuck them. Fuck Malfoy. FUCK THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD!" Oliver muttered under his breath, "I'm not fucking gay!"
"Fuck me, Wood? I'm flattered, but unfortunately, I'm not 'fucking gay', either." A cold voice said. Oliver turned around, and, to his surprise (not), the voice was coming from Malfoy.
"STOP FOLLOWING ME!"
"I'm not following you, I'm going to the library. Do you have a problem with that?"
"Fuc... um, I guess... not..." Oliver blushed. Malfoy smirked and started to walk away. Suddenly, he stopped and turned around.
"What do you want now? Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?" Oliver sighed.
"See you later, Wood," Malfoy said, and walked away.
See you later, Oliver thought.
See you later? Why is he acting so... nice? No, he's not acting nice exactly, he's acting...
Oliver paused to think.
He's acting like one of the girls. And the girls...
They LIKE me.
"Holy fuck!" He yelled out loud, just when Hermione happened to be walking by.
"Oliver... what's wrong? Three points from Gryffindor, by the way," she said astutley.
"Oh... yeah. Sorry. Um, I kinda lost myself... and you wouldn't understand."
"Who says I wouldn't?"
"I do. Now, I have to go... ummm... to study for... a test... yeah." He subconsiously started off after Malfoy.
"Oliver... the Library's that way," Hermione said, pointing in the opposite direction.
"Oh... yeah."
***
Malfoy looked up from his book and smirked (his oh so sexy smirk).
"Who's following who, now, Wood?"
Oliver rolled his eyes, walked over to a bookshelf, picked up a random book, and started reading.
"Great Homosexual Wizards and Witches? I recall you saying earlier that you weren't 'fucking gay'... have you changed your mind?"
"Yes... I mean, no... I..." Oliver looked up. "Why would you care, anyway? As far as I'm concerned, you're just a slimy little git who had to buy his way on to his Quidditch team."
"At least I think about more than broomsticks... I, Wood, happen to have a life."
"And what would that consist of?"
"Well, I do think about broomsticks occasionally, of course, I mean, who doesn't... especially MY brromstick, I love it so much, it's so hard and fast and..."
"SHUT UP!"
Draco smirked again.
"Sorry. Had to do that. But really, I... what were we arguing about? God, we sound like an old married couple."
Oliver blinked.
An old married couple? That's what couples say in books and stuff... what is he on?
"...Right. Whatever. Just... leave me alone, will you?"
"Hey, you're the one who came in here."
***
Later that night: Draco's POV
What am I doing to Wood? God, am I... FLIRTING with him? No, I can't be... unless I am... in which case... Gah, goddamn quill... In which case, I... am... but is it subconsiously? It must be, or else...
"Hi, Draco."
Draco looked up. It was, unsurprisingly, Pansy Parkinson, who had been swooning over him since first year.
"Yeah. Hi. Could you, like... go away... for one minute? I'm kind of... preoccupied..."
"With what? Homework too hard? I'll help you!"
"No, it's not that..."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"NO."
Pansy shrugged. "OK, see you later then, Draccy," she said, eyeing his notes suspiciously.
God, I hate it when she calls me that. What was she looking at...? Draco looked down at his notes. His pale skin went almost as red as a Weasley's hair when he saw what he had written all over it... "OW + DM". He quickly crumpled the paper up and threw it in the fire.
"Dammit! My Potions homework!"
I need to learn to control my subconsiousness...
***
Ha-HAH! OK, sorry. I think I've gotten worse at writing over the past... what, two months? For shame, I haven't written! Even with Jeffy and Chels bugging me for the next horrible chapter... SORRY, GUYS! I know, I know, I suck.
Bah.
Review. Becuase if you don't I shall put a cow on your head.
A CHOCOLATE cow.
And does anyone know how to format stuff on here... like make it all italicy and centery and boldy?
I'm dumb. I know.
This chapter is dedicated to Daivik I-can't-say-his-real-last-name-or-else- he'll-kill-me-dead-dead-dead. Because I can. Lurve you!
CHAPTER TWO
"Fuck them. Fuck Malfoy. FUCK THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD!" Oliver muttered under his breath, "I'm not fucking gay!"
"Fuck me, Wood? I'm flattered, but unfortunately, I'm not 'fucking gay', either." A cold voice said. Oliver turned around, and, to his surprise (not), the voice was coming from Malfoy.
"STOP FOLLOWING ME!"
"I'm not following you, I'm going to the library. Do you have a problem with that?"
"Fuc... um, I guess... not..." Oliver blushed. Malfoy smirked and started to walk away. Suddenly, he stopped and turned around.
"What do you want now? Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?" Oliver sighed.
"See you later, Wood," Malfoy said, and walked away.
See you later, Oliver thought.
See you later? Why is he acting so... nice? No, he's not acting nice exactly, he's acting...
Oliver paused to think.
He's acting like one of the girls. And the girls...
They LIKE me.
"Holy fuck!" He yelled out loud, just when Hermione happened to be walking by.
"Oliver... what's wrong? Three points from Gryffindor, by the way," she said astutley.
"Oh... yeah. Sorry. Um, I kinda lost myself... and you wouldn't understand."
"Who says I wouldn't?"
"I do. Now, I have to go... ummm... to study for... a test... yeah." He subconsiously started off after Malfoy.
"Oliver... the Library's that way," Hermione said, pointing in the opposite direction.
"Oh... yeah."
***
Malfoy looked up from his book and smirked (his oh so sexy smirk).
"Who's following who, now, Wood?"
Oliver rolled his eyes, walked over to a bookshelf, picked up a random book, and started reading.
"Great Homosexual Wizards and Witches? I recall you saying earlier that you weren't 'fucking gay'... have you changed your mind?"
"Yes... I mean, no... I..." Oliver looked up. "Why would you care, anyway? As far as I'm concerned, you're just a slimy little git who had to buy his way on to his Quidditch team."
"At least I think about more than broomsticks... I, Wood, happen to have a life."
"And what would that consist of?"
"Well, I do think about broomsticks occasionally, of course, I mean, who doesn't... especially MY brromstick, I love it so much, it's so hard and fast and..."
"SHUT UP!"
Draco smirked again.
"Sorry. Had to do that. But really, I... what were we arguing about? God, we sound like an old married couple."
Oliver blinked.
An old married couple? That's what couples say in books and stuff... what is he on?
"...Right. Whatever. Just... leave me alone, will you?"
"Hey, you're the one who came in here."
***
Later that night: Draco's POV
What am I doing to Wood? God, am I... FLIRTING with him? No, I can't be... unless I am... in which case... Gah, goddamn quill... In which case, I... am... but is it subconsiously? It must be, or else...
"Hi, Draco."
Draco looked up. It was, unsurprisingly, Pansy Parkinson, who had been swooning over him since first year.
"Yeah. Hi. Could you, like... go away... for one minute? I'm kind of... preoccupied..."
"With what? Homework too hard? I'll help you!"
"No, it's not that..."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"NO."
Pansy shrugged. "OK, see you later then, Draccy," she said, eyeing his notes suspiciously.
God, I hate it when she calls me that. What was she looking at...? Draco looked down at his notes. His pale skin went almost as red as a Weasley's hair when he saw what he had written all over it... "OW + DM". He quickly crumpled the paper up and threw it in the fire.
"Dammit! My Potions homework!"
I need to learn to control my subconsiousness...
***
Ha-HAH! OK, sorry. I think I've gotten worse at writing over the past... what, two months? For shame, I haven't written! Even with Jeffy and Chels bugging me for the next horrible chapter... SORRY, GUYS! I know, I know, I suck.
Bah.
Review. Becuase if you don't I shall put a cow on your head.
A CHOCOLATE cow.
And does anyone know how to format stuff on here... like make it all italicy and centery and boldy?
I'm dumb. I know.