Ummmm, please don't kill me for the lack of updates. I'd like to throw out
a few excuses, but really, the only problem is I have MAJOR writers block
for this story. I can't think of a SINGLE thing to have happen.
Look at it this way. I'm practically begging you guys to give me an idea, any idea. Heck, even a simple one line suggestion could help!
The very next morning, Harry woke up and felt something on him. In between being fully asleep and fully awake, he had a hard time remembering why something would be lying on top of him. 'Huh what now?' his mind told him as he tried to roll over, and found he really couldn't move because of whatever was on him.
He blinked, and reached for his glasses. He found his right arm was totally useless, as whatever was on top of him was also partially on that arm, so he reached with his left arm, grabbed his glasses and . . .
Blinked again.
'Oh! Now I remember . . . I thought it was just a REALLY long dream for a moment there. That was rather stupid of me,' he pushed his glasses all the way on, and realized that the only reason Draco was on top of him was because there wasn't very much room.
// "I have the best idea ever!"
"And that would be?"
"Not telling right now. Let's get some sleep." //
Harry blinked again, remembering what Draco had said last night. 'Well, as long as he's here, I can torture the Dursleys. That's a good thing.' He looked for a way to disentangle himself from Draco, but found none.
"Hey, wake up!" Harry said, shaking Draco a bit. "You're cutting off circulation . . . I can't feel my right arm or my legs, come to think of it!"
Draco stirred a little, and rolled over so that he was even more sprawled out on top Harry. "Why do you have to be such a sound sleeper," grumbled Harry. The one good thing was, now that he could use both of his hands, he could push himself into a sitting position, and crawl out from under Draco.
"Now what?" Harry wondered aloud, after getting dressed. "I wonder what the Dursleys are going to do now . . ."
He didn't have to wait long; almost immediately after thinking that, there was a loud, "HARRY! GET DOWN HERE NOW, BOY!" coming from, of course, his uncle.
"I'll be back," Harry told Draco, even though Draco was asleep. He went downstairs, stalling a bit by going slowly down the stairs. Once he got into the kitchen, he looked around expectantly to see his uncle. He was standing right by the table. "What do you want?" Harry asked him coldly.
"Your aunt and I," he said as coldly as he could manage, "Are going today with Dudley, as a late birthday present to him. If you and your . . . friend . . . do ANYTHING . . . ANYTHING AT ALL . . . to this house, when I get back, I WILL personally make sure you and you - friend - will never be . . . together . . . again." He glared.
Harry glared back, but Uncle Vernon was still quite mad at him, and he glared back.
"Fine," Harry said. "Fine." He stormed back to his room.
Draco was up and dressed. "Heya Harry, where were you?"
"Getting shouted at by my uncle. He and my aunt and Dudley are going out for the day." Harry said. "He told me, of course, that if we destroy the house we'll be in a ton of trouble, the usual, but otherwise, everything'll work out nicely." He paused, "So what's your great plan, anyway?"
"Oh, like I'll tell you right now!" Draco replied. "It has to be just the right moment."
Harry put on his best sad puppy face and made a kind of 'please' noise in the back of his throat. (Oh, he wouldn't tell anyone, but he practiced that a lot.)
"Don't DO that, Harry," Draco said, "It makes me want to jump you and screw you on the floor right now!"
Harry grinned. "Tell me or I won't stop doing that then."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "You know, Harry, I wouldn't MIND jumping you and screwing you on the floor."
"Oh." Harry paused, and then did it again anyway.
"I don't see why you don't believe me, Harry," Draco said, "Remember what I told you about sticking out your tongue, and you still did it? You're so disagreeable."
"Me? Disagreeable?" asked Harry in disbelief, "You're the one who won't tell me your supposedly 'great' plan. I bet there's no plan at all!"
"Of COURSE there's a plan!" Draco said as the door banged downstairs; the Dursleys had left.
"Suuuuuuure," Harry said, "C'mon, let's go get breakfast." He raced with Draco down the stairs into the kitchen; it was a tie.
"Since it was a tie," Draco said, with an air of one announcing a great thing, "You can make breakfast for us!"
Harry nodded, and pulled out a frying pan. "But only if you do the dishes afterwards." He got out some bread and eggs and the like, to make breakfast; a decent breakfast that he would never get with Dudley on his new diet.
"Fine, fine, whatever," Draco replied, "But then I get to be on top tonight, seeing as those horrid people you call relatives won't be here tonight, and it'll be the perfect opportunity.
"Provided I get to be on top the next night," Harry promised. "And you have to tell me your supposed great idea."
"Oh, please, aren't you over that by now?" Draco replied. Harry glared at him, and then turned back to the stove; he was making pancakes.
"Hardly," replied Harry, flipping the pancakes, and grinning; years of being forced to make them for Dudley had made him quite the chef; he was able to make all sorts of food, and do it very well, too. "Oh, and how do you want your eggs?"
Draco shrugged, "How about over easy," he said, and Harry nodded.
Flipping the pancakes onto a plate and cracking an egg with his other hand, Harry said, "So, about the plan? Come on, just tell me, because my relatives aren't here now! What better time would there be than now?"
"Oh, trust me," Draco said, "I can think of plenty of times."
"Pwease," Harry asked, cracking another egg into the frying pan and then putting more batter onto the grill.
"Did you just say 'pwease'?" Draco asked.
"Yup," Harry said cheerfully, "So tell me!"
"No."
Harry turned around and looked at Draco again, puppy eyes in place. He made the sort of whining 'please' noise in his throat.
"I'm warning you Harry, do that again, and your pancakes will end up burning while I screw you on the table. I'm sure we can tell your aunt and uncle that a little cream spilt if they ask," he said perfectly innocently.
"Yeah, they're really that stupid," Harry said, rolling his eyes.
"Well, I expect they are really that stupid," Draco said seriously. "They certainly act like it!"
Harry laughed, and was amazed to find that for once, he was actually enjoying his summer vacation. 'This only happens once in awhile.'
"What's so funny?" asked Draco, noticing the smile on Harry's face.
"Oh, just stuff," said Harry, putting the food on plates and setting them on the table before sitting down. "Now, eat. And you'd better like it or else!" Harry scowled, pretending to be threatening.
"Oh, please," Draco said. "I find you about as scary as last weeks fashions."
"Feh," was all Harry cared to say.
The rest of the day was very nice as they got to play on Dudleys computers (of which he had three), use the playstation II (of which he had many games) and watch TV.
Finally, it was nearing 6:00, which was the Dursleys designated dinnertime. Aunt Petunia had left directions for Harry to start preparing dinner so it was ready for them when they got back.
"Back to the kitchen," Harry said.
"Just a second," Draco replied, eyes glued to the TV screen as he pressed the controller buttons rapidly. He was playing Kingdom Hearts.
"Oy, you'll never get off that, will you," said Harry as he went into the kitchen. Half an hour later, it was 6, and the Dursleys were due home any minute.
"Draco, you have to get off now," Harry said, tugging at the other boy, who refused to budge.
"Nuh-uh. Not until I beat that huge three headed dog," Draco replied.
'His name is Fluffy' thought Harry, grinning, and then he turned serious again. "No, seriously! If the Dursleys know I let you use this, they'll kill me!"
"Nah," Draco replied. "Not until I'm finished, anyway."
"Dra~co!" whined Harry.
Draco looked at Harry. "If you let me finish this battle, I'll tell you my great idea."
Harry thought about this for a long second, and immediately nodded his head. "Ok, but do hurry up, okay?"
Draco would have waved one hand as if to say, 'whatever,' but he currently needed both to dodge Cerberus' flame attack onscreen.
Less than five minutes later, he was still fighting, and Harry heard the crunch of gravel announcing the Dursleys were back. "Draco, they're back."
"One more minute."
"They're at the door!"
"Thirty more seconds."
"They're inside the house!"
"Done!" announced Draco happily.
At that moment, Dudley waddled in. "Whatcha doing?" he asked, warily. He was trying to sound intimidating, but in truth, he was terrified of Draco.
"Trying to set your playstation on fire," Harry said drolly as Draco saved his game. "You're only lucky we forgot the spell."
"Mum said . . mum said that you aren't ALLOWED to do magic," replied Dudley, grinning as if he had just discovered how to clone humans overnight. "That means that . . . you can't set the playstation on fire!"
Harry narrowed his eyes. "Well, my GODFATHER can, so THERE!" He stormed out of the room, followed by a very bemused Draco.
"You two fight like girls," Draco remarked.
"Stuff it and tell me your plan," replied Harry in a SLIGHTLY bad mood.
"Oh, that. I dunno, maybe it's not that great anymore."
Harry grabbed Draco by the shoulders and shook him back and forth. "I don't care! TELL ME NOW OR I'LL CURSE YOU!" He paused, and added. "Ummm, got a bit carried away there."
"I could tell," Draco said.
There was a pause.
"So tell me."
"Fine."
Draco paused a minute for emphasis, and then said a single word.
"Twister."
I'm SO SORRY this was very short and also you had to wait so long for this chapter. Like I said, though, I have no ideas and mega writers block!!!
Look at it this way. I'm practically begging you guys to give me an idea, any idea. Heck, even a simple one line suggestion could help!
The very next morning, Harry woke up and felt something on him. In between being fully asleep and fully awake, he had a hard time remembering why something would be lying on top of him. 'Huh what now?' his mind told him as he tried to roll over, and found he really couldn't move because of whatever was on him.
He blinked, and reached for his glasses. He found his right arm was totally useless, as whatever was on top of him was also partially on that arm, so he reached with his left arm, grabbed his glasses and . . .
Blinked again.
'Oh! Now I remember . . . I thought it was just a REALLY long dream for a moment there. That was rather stupid of me,' he pushed his glasses all the way on, and realized that the only reason Draco was on top of him was because there wasn't very much room.
// "I have the best idea ever!"
"And that would be?"
"Not telling right now. Let's get some sleep." //
Harry blinked again, remembering what Draco had said last night. 'Well, as long as he's here, I can torture the Dursleys. That's a good thing.' He looked for a way to disentangle himself from Draco, but found none.
"Hey, wake up!" Harry said, shaking Draco a bit. "You're cutting off circulation . . . I can't feel my right arm or my legs, come to think of it!"
Draco stirred a little, and rolled over so that he was even more sprawled out on top Harry. "Why do you have to be such a sound sleeper," grumbled Harry. The one good thing was, now that he could use both of his hands, he could push himself into a sitting position, and crawl out from under Draco.
"Now what?" Harry wondered aloud, after getting dressed. "I wonder what the Dursleys are going to do now . . ."
He didn't have to wait long; almost immediately after thinking that, there was a loud, "HARRY! GET DOWN HERE NOW, BOY!" coming from, of course, his uncle.
"I'll be back," Harry told Draco, even though Draco was asleep. He went downstairs, stalling a bit by going slowly down the stairs. Once he got into the kitchen, he looked around expectantly to see his uncle. He was standing right by the table. "What do you want?" Harry asked him coldly.
"Your aunt and I," he said as coldly as he could manage, "Are going today with Dudley, as a late birthday present to him. If you and your . . . friend . . . do ANYTHING . . . ANYTHING AT ALL . . . to this house, when I get back, I WILL personally make sure you and you - friend - will never be . . . together . . . again." He glared.
Harry glared back, but Uncle Vernon was still quite mad at him, and he glared back.
"Fine," Harry said. "Fine." He stormed back to his room.
Draco was up and dressed. "Heya Harry, where were you?"
"Getting shouted at by my uncle. He and my aunt and Dudley are going out for the day." Harry said. "He told me, of course, that if we destroy the house we'll be in a ton of trouble, the usual, but otherwise, everything'll work out nicely." He paused, "So what's your great plan, anyway?"
"Oh, like I'll tell you right now!" Draco replied. "It has to be just the right moment."
Harry put on his best sad puppy face and made a kind of 'please' noise in the back of his throat. (Oh, he wouldn't tell anyone, but he practiced that a lot.)
"Don't DO that, Harry," Draco said, "It makes me want to jump you and screw you on the floor right now!"
Harry grinned. "Tell me or I won't stop doing that then."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "You know, Harry, I wouldn't MIND jumping you and screwing you on the floor."
"Oh." Harry paused, and then did it again anyway.
"I don't see why you don't believe me, Harry," Draco said, "Remember what I told you about sticking out your tongue, and you still did it? You're so disagreeable."
"Me? Disagreeable?" asked Harry in disbelief, "You're the one who won't tell me your supposedly 'great' plan. I bet there's no plan at all!"
"Of COURSE there's a plan!" Draco said as the door banged downstairs; the Dursleys had left.
"Suuuuuuure," Harry said, "C'mon, let's go get breakfast." He raced with Draco down the stairs into the kitchen; it was a tie.
"Since it was a tie," Draco said, with an air of one announcing a great thing, "You can make breakfast for us!"
Harry nodded, and pulled out a frying pan. "But only if you do the dishes afterwards." He got out some bread and eggs and the like, to make breakfast; a decent breakfast that he would never get with Dudley on his new diet.
"Fine, fine, whatever," Draco replied, "But then I get to be on top tonight, seeing as those horrid people you call relatives won't be here tonight, and it'll be the perfect opportunity.
"Provided I get to be on top the next night," Harry promised. "And you have to tell me your supposed great idea."
"Oh, please, aren't you over that by now?" Draco replied. Harry glared at him, and then turned back to the stove; he was making pancakes.
"Hardly," replied Harry, flipping the pancakes, and grinning; years of being forced to make them for Dudley had made him quite the chef; he was able to make all sorts of food, and do it very well, too. "Oh, and how do you want your eggs?"
Draco shrugged, "How about over easy," he said, and Harry nodded.
Flipping the pancakes onto a plate and cracking an egg with his other hand, Harry said, "So, about the plan? Come on, just tell me, because my relatives aren't here now! What better time would there be than now?"
"Oh, trust me," Draco said, "I can think of plenty of times."
"Pwease," Harry asked, cracking another egg into the frying pan and then putting more batter onto the grill.
"Did you just say 'pwease'?" Draco asked.
"Yup," Harry said cheerfully, "So tell me!"
"No."
Harry turned around and looked at Draco again, puppy eyes in place. He made the sort of whining 'please' noise in his throat.
"I'm warning you Harry, do that again, and your pancakes will end up burning while I screw you on the table. I'm sure we can tell your aunt and uncle that a little cream spilt if they ask," he said perfectly innocently.
"Yeah, they're really that stupid," Harry said, rolling his eyes.
"Well, I expect they are really that stupid," Draco said seriously. "They certainly act like it!"
Harry laughed, and was amazed to find that for once, he was actually enjoying his summer vacation. 'This only happens once in awhile.'
"What's so funny?" asked Draco, noticing the smile on Harry's face.
"Oh, just stuff," said Harry, putting the food on plates and setting them on the table before sitting down. "Now, eat. And you'd better like it or else!" Harry scowled, pretending to be threatening.
"Oh, please," Draco said. "I find you about as scary as last weeks fashions."
"Feh," was all Harry cared to say.
The rest of the day was very nice as they got to play on Dudleys computers (of which he had three), use the playstation II (of which he had many games) and watch TV.
Finally, it was nearing 6:00, which was the Dursleys designated dinnertime. Aunt Petunia had left directions for Harry to start preparing dinner so it was ready for them when they got back.
"Back to the kitchen," Harry said.
"Just a second," Draco replied, eyes glued to the TV screen as he pressed the controller buttons rapidly. He was playing Kingdom Hearts.
"Oy, you'll never get off that, will you," said Harry as he went into the kitchen. Half an hour later, it was 6, and the Dursleys were due home any minute.
"Draco, you have to get off now," Harry said, tugging at the other boy, who refused to budge.
"Nuh-uh. Not until I beat that huge three headed dog," Draco replied.
'His name is Fluffy' thought Harry, grinning, and then he turned serious again. "No, seriously! If the Dursleys know I let you use this, they'll kill me!"
"Nah," Draco replied. "Not until I'm finished, anyway."
"Dra~co!" whined Harry.
Draco looked at Harry. "If you let me finish this battle, I'll tell you my great idea."
Harry thought about this for a long second, and immediately nodded his head. "Ok, but do hurry up, okay?"
Draco would have waved one hand as if to say, 'whatever,' but he currently needed both to dodge Cerberus' flame attack onscreen.
Less than five minutes later, he was still fighting, and Harry heard the crunch of gravel announcing the Dursleys were back. "Draco, they're back."
"One more minute."
"They're at the door!"
"Thirty more seconds."
"They're inside the house!"
"Done!" announced Draco happily.
At that moment, Dudley waddled in. "Whatcha doing?" he asked, warily. He was trying to sound intimidating, but in truth, he was terrified of Draco.
"Trying to set your playstation on fire," Harry said drolly as Draco saved his game. "You're only lucky we forgot the spell."
"Mum said . . mum said that you aren't ALLOWED to do magic," replied Dudley, grinning as if he had just discovered how to clone humans overnight. "That means that . . . you can't set the playstation on fire!"
Harry narrowed his eyes. "Well, my GODFATHER can, so THERE!" He stormed out of the room, followed by a very bemused Draco.
"You two fight like girls," Draco remarked.
"Stuff it and tell me your plan," replied Harry in a SLIGHTLY bad mood.
"Oh, that. I dunno, maybe it's not that great anymore."
Harry grabbed Draco by the shoulders and shook him back and forth. "I don't care! TELL ME NOW OR I'LL CURSE YOU!" He paused, and added. "Ummm, got a bit carried away there."
"I could tell," Draco said.
There was a pause.
"So tell me."
"Fine."
Draco paused a minute for emphasis, and then said a single word.
"Twister."
I'm SO SORRY this was very short and also you had to wait so long for this chapter. Like I said, though, I have no ideas and mega writers block!!!
