Mystrana: ". . . . I'm still 'sick' but not really. I just have a hacking
cough. . . and a fever . . . and the chills . . .umm, I'll just shut up and
write now, how does that sound? =p"
Nanaki: "Sounds like a plan. But what you SHOULD be doing is helping me come up with ideas for the donut chronicles."
Mystrana " . . . feh. . ." (Pause) "On the plus side, I've learned about 28 characters of kana!"
Nanaki: "Yeah, there's something to be proud of." (rolls her eyes)
Mystrana: "Well, I think it is!" (blink) "Oh, yeah! I'm gonna write some dreams, then, but not this chapter. I've got to do a bit of studying (o.O) for finals . . . " (blink again) "Oh, and I just realized I do a lot of advertising for my favorite computer/playstation I/II games . . ." ~~~
Needless to say, the day passed by quickly, with Harry, Draco, Ron, and Hermione taking turns playing the computer and the playstation. Turns out that Ron was really good at a game called 'Unreal Tournament' and Draco particularly enjoyed 'Diablo II.' Actually, enjoyed was putting it mildly; he played it for close to four hours non-stop, creating an assassin after deciding the sorceress was pretty pathetic.
"I wanna turn!" Ron said, "I wanna play Unreal Tournament!"
"Well, I'm playing now," Draco said, grinning gleefully as his character leveled up.
"Why not play Kingdom Hearts?" Hermione suggested. "You seemed to like it the two hours you played it . . ."
"Eh, I got bored. You can only have fun manipulating people to do everything for you for so long . . ." Ron grinned happily, and Hermione sighed. Harry couldn't help but grin. His friends were just that amusing when they were all together.
"Well, this part is HARD," Hermione said; she had taken over playing Ron's game when he had gone to bug Draco to get off the computer, which had been about ten minutes ago.
"What part are you at?" came a voice. Harry recognized it as Sith.
"The coliseum," Hermione said. "I can't get past Fluffy."
"The three headed dog?" Sith asked. Hermione nodded, and Sith continued, "It just so happens I am an EXPERT at Kingdom Hearts! Seriously! I can help you easily."
"Where's Snape?" Harry asked, eyes darted around to see where the scary professor was.
"He's cleaning the dishes," Sith said, shrugging. Harry, Draco, and Ron couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Snape with his sleeves pushed back, wearing yellow plastic gloves and washing dishes. "Hey, don't laugh at him."
"Oh, he's a bastard to us," Harry said. "Well, to me and Ron and Hermione. To Draco, you'd think they're brothers or something."
Draco groaned, "Why would I want to be related to HIM?"
"Hey!" Sith said, "Don't be mean to him! He's way hot!"
"Right . . ."
"Agree with me or I won't help."
Hermione paused. "Ok, you're right, he is."
"Good, now don't you dare think of stealing him! He's mine!"
"Ok, ok! I'm just agreeing so you'll help," Hermione said quickly.
"Oh, so you don't really think he's hot then, do you? You hate him, don't you?"
"No, I don't!" Hermione said, wondering what the correct answer was, anyway.
"Ok." Sith smiled and sat down, ready to help Hermione.
Draco, Ron and Harry all blinked.
"Well, if that wasn't the most screwed up think I've ever seen. . . ."
~~~
Granted, the day seemed to go by faster than usual, probably because Hermione and Ron had to leave at the end of it since Harry wasn't sure how early his aunt and uncle would be getting back.
Just before Ron and Hermione left, Harry promised that the minute he could, he'd be over with Draco, so they'd better be ready. Ron grinned, and Hermione nodded, and then they were gone.
"That sucks," Harry sighed, "I wish they could have stayed longer."
"I guess," Draco agreed, "But then we wouldn't be alone . . ."
Harry was just about to say, 'That's so sweet!' when Draco finished his sentence, "And I wouldn't be able to play Diablo II nonstop!"
Harry fell over.
~~~
Even later that night, after ordering out for pizza, Draco and Harry sat together in the backyard, watching the stars come out. Sith and Snape were doing who knows what, and it was nice and quiet outside.
"I wonder what my aunt and uncle are going to do when they get home," sighed Harry.
"Does it matter?" Draco rolled his eyes. "Kill them, or something."
"Oh sure," Harry said, "And can you imagine how much trouble I'd get in?"
"Oh, it couldn't be THAT bad," Draco said dismissively. Harry blinked.
"You're kidding, right?"
"Do I look like I'm kidding?"
"Well, I kind of hoped you were . . ."
"Seriously?"
"No! I'm just KIDDING!"
"Uh-huh . . . and I'm the queen of England."
"Your majesty!"
~~~
Around eleven, Draco and Harry finally went inside (quietly, in case Sith or Snape were sleeping) and walked over to Harry's room. Once there, they both pulled off their clothes and put on t-shirts and boxers to sleep in (Yeah, they were already wearing underwear today!).
Once they had both settled down into the large bed, Draco told Harry, "You know, as the queen of England, there's a lot of stuff I can do . .. and even more stuff I can make you do . . ."
Harry's eyebrow raised. "Like?"
"Oh, wouldn't you want to know."
"You want to tell me something, don't you?" Harry guessed correctly. "What is it?"
Draco grinned, "You know me too well."
"I do try," Harry admitted.
"Ok," Draco said, "Here's what I want to do. When your aunt and uncle get in, I want to have my plan in motion."
"I'm official worried as of now," Harry stated, and then, of course, he added, "So how does the plan work?"
"Well, just before your parents get inside the house when they get back, we both take off our shirts and maybe one of us takes off our pants, and we'll get on the twister board somehow . . . I suppose Sith can help us with that - I only hope Snape is gone by then, I don't want him to see this - and then when your aunt and uncle come in the room, can you just imagine the looks on their faces?"
Harry had to admit, that definitely sounded like a kickass plan. Draco continued, "Also, if they ask, we can tell them we're playing Strip Twister, and see how they react to that."
"It's a good thing that after tomorrow, only one more day and then we'll be at the Weasleys, because somehow I have a feeling that this plan won't put me on their good side," Harry admitted, "Not that I was ever on their good side to begin with, of course."
Draco grinned maliciously, "Well, don't you admit that you'll do it anyway?"
Harry blinked, and then nodded. "Too true," he muttered. "You know ME too well."
Draco grinned again.
~~~
The next morning, Snape was already gone when both Draco and Harry woke up. It was just after 9, and Sith was downstairs, trying to make breakfast.
"Stupid waffles," she groaned as she opened the waffle iron to reveal a perfect waffle - perfectly black, that is.
"Heya," Harry said, "Where's Snape?"
"He had to run," Sith said sadly, but then she brightened up, "But now that you guys are here, can you help me make breakfast?"
"I'll help, but Draco'll probably make a mess," Harry said, grinning at his boyfriend.
"Hey, I take offense to that," Draco muttered, and then said louder, "We were wondering if you could help us, Sith."
Sith raised an eyebrow. "Depends. You help me make breakfast first. Deal?"
Harry and Draco nodded their heads at the same time. "Deal," they agreed.
And so, after making waffles, and sitting down to eat them, Draco revealed the plan to Sith, who was instantly delighted by the idea.
"That's a great plan!" Sith said happily, "Yes, I do believe I'll help you with that plan. They did say they'd be home around noon, so we'll see how that'll work out, no?"
"Ok," Draco said, "Harry and I will set up the game and stuff now so that when we have to we can just get ready."
"Hey, why not just play it anyway?" Sith said, an evil glint in her eye.
"Hey, Draco," Harry muttered, "You know how I once said I was scared of you?"
"Yeah?"
"Scratch that, I'm only scared of her now."
Sith grinned maliciously. "I heard that."
Harry gulped.
~~~
And that was probably why he found himself without his shirt, undershirt or pants about fifty minutes later. Draco was still wearing a tank top, and Sith was having immense fun with the game, making Draco and Harry go into positions no one would have ever thought possible before.
But then again, this was Harry and Draco we're talking about. Currently, Harry was with his back to the ground, hands on either corner, and legs on the opposite corners, so he was completely spread out over the board. Draco had his legs under Harry's body and his arms by Harry's legs so that he was forced to practically be smushed against Harry's groin.
Not that he minded, of course.
And that's when the crunch of gravel announced that Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were back.
Wheeeee! I've got a fever, and now I'm getting a fever high. Like a sugar high, only not a sugar high. O.o
Sleep is good for me. . . .
Nanaki: "Sounds like a plan. But what you SHOULD be doing is helping me come up with ideas for the donut chronicles."
Mystrana " . . . feh. . ." (Pause) "On the plus side, I've learned about 28 characters of kana!"
Nanaki: "Yeah, there's something to be proud of." (rolls her eyes)
Mystrana: "Well, I think it is!" (blink) "Oh, yeah! I'm gonna write some dreams, then, but not this chapter. I've got to do a bit of studying (o.O) for finals . . . " (blink again) "Oh, and I just realized I do a lot of advertising for my favorite computer/playstation I/II games . . ." ~~~
Needless to say, the day passed by quickly, with Harry, Draco, Ron, and Hermione taking turns playing the computer and the playstation. Turns out that Ron was really good at a game called 'Unreal Tournament' and Draco particularly enjoyed 'Diablo II.' Actually, enjoyed was putting it mildly; he played it for close to four hours non-stop, creating an assassin after deciding the sorceress was pretty pathetic.
"I wanna turn!" Ron said, "I wanna play Unreal Tournament!"
"Well, I'm playing now," Draco said, grinning gleefully as his character leveled up.
"Why not play Kingdom Hearts?" Hermione suggested. "You seemed to like it the two hours you played it . . ."
"Eh, I got bored. You can only have fun manipulating people to do everything for you for so long . . ." Ron grinned happily, and Hermione sighed. Harry couldn't help but grin. His friends were just that amusing when they were all together.
"Well, this part is HARD," Hermione said; she had taken over playing Ron's game when he had gone to bug Draco to get off the computer, which had been about ten minutes ago.
"What part are you at?" came a voice. Harry recognized it as Sith.
"The coliseum," Hermione said. "I can't get past Fluffy."
"The three headed dog?" Sith asked. Hermione nodded, and Sith continued, "It just so happens I am an EXPERT at Kingdom Hearts! Seriously! I can help you easily."
"Where's Snape?" Harry asked, eyes darted around to see where the scary professor was.
"He's cleaning the dishes," Sith said, shrugging. Harry, Draco, and Ron couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Snape with his sleeves pushed back, wearing yellow plastic gloves and washing dishes. "Hey, don't laugh at him."
"Oh, he's a bastard to us," Harry said. "Well, to me and Ron and Hermione. To Draco, you'd think they're brothers or something."
Draco groaned, "Why would I want to be related to HIM?"
"Hey!" Sith said, "Don't be mean to him! He's way hot!"
"Right . . ."
"Agree with me or I won't help."
Hermione paused. "Ok, you're right, he is."
"Good, now don't you dare think of stealing him! He's mine!"
"Ok, ok! I'm just agreeing so you'll help," Hermione said quickly.
"Oh, so you don't really think he's hot then, do you? You hate him, don't you?"
"No, I don't!" Hermione said, wondering what the correct answer was, anyway.
"Ok." Sith smiled and sat down, ready to help Hermione.
Draco, Ron and Harry all blinked.
"Well, if that wasn't the most screwed up think I've ever seen. . . ."
~~~
Granted, the day seemed to go by faster than usual, probably because Hermione and Ron had to leave at the end of it since Harry wasn't sure how early his aunt and uncle would be getting back.
Just before Ron and Hermione left, Harry promised that the minute he could, he'd be over with Draco, so they'd better be ready. Ron grinned, and Hermione nodded, and then they were gone.
"That sucks," Harry sighed, "I wish they could have stayed longer."
"I guess," Draco agreed, "But then we wouldn't be alone . . ."
Harry was just about to say, 'That's so sweet!' when Draco finished his sentence, "And I wouldn't be able to play Diablo II nonstop!"
Harry fell over.
~~~
Even later that night, after ordering out for pizza, Draco and Harry sat together in the backyard, watching the stars come out. Sith and Snape were doing who knows what, and it was nice and quiet outside.
"I wonder what my aunt and uncle are going to do when they get home," sighed Harry.
"Does it matter?" Draco rolled his eyes. "Kill them, or something."
"Oh sure," Harry said, "And can you imagine how much trouble I'd get in?"
"Oh, it couldn't be THAT bad," Draco said dismissively. Harry blinked.
"You're kidding, right?"
"Do I look like I'm kidding?"
"Well, I kind of hoped you were . . ."
"Seriously?"
"No! I'm just KIDDING!"
"Uh-huh . . . and I'm the queen of England."
"Your majesty!"
~~~
Around eleven, Draco and Harry finally went inside (quietly, in case Sith or Snape were sleeping) and walked over to Harry's room. Once there, they both pulled off their clothes and put on t-shirts and boxers to sleep in (Yeah, they were already wearing underwear today!).
Once they had both settled down into the large bed, Draco told Harry, "You know, as the queen of England, there's a lot of stuff I can do . .. and even more stuff I can make you do . . ."
Harry's eyebrow raised. "Like?"
"Oh, wouldn't you want to know."
"You want to tell me something, don't you?" Harry guessed correctly. "What is it?"
Draco grinned, "You know me too well."
"I do try," Harry admitted.
"Ok," Draco said, "Here's what I want to do. When your aunt and uncle get in, I want to have my plan in motion."
"I'm official worried as of now," Harry stated, and then, of course, he added, "So how does the plan work?"
"Well, just before your parents get inside the house when they get back, we both take off our shirts and maybe one of us takes off our pants, and we'll get on the twister board somehow . . . I suppose Sith can help us with that - I only hope Snape is gone by then, I don't want him to see this - and then when your aunt and uncle come in the room, can you just imagine the looks on their faces?"
Harry had to admit, that definitely sounded like a kickass plan. Draco continued, "Also, if they ask, we can tell them we're playing Strip Twister, and see how they react to that."
"It's a good thing that after tomorrow, only one more day and then we'll be at the Weasleys, because somehow I have a feeling that this plan won't put me on their good side," Harry admitted, "Not that I was ever on their good side to begin with, of course."
Draco grinned maliciously, "Well, don't you admit that you'll do it anyway?"
Harry blinked, and then nodded. "Too true," he muttered. "You know ME too well."
Draco grinned again.
~~~
The next morning, Snape was already gone when both Draco and Harry woke up. It was just after 9, and Sith was downstairs, trying to make breakfast.
"Stupid waffles," she groaned as she opened the waffle iron to reveal a perfect waffle - perfectly black, that is.
"Heya," Harry said, "Where's Snape?"
"He had to run," Sith said sadly, but then she brightened up, "But now that you guys are here, can you help me make breakfast?"
"I'll help, but Draco'll probably make a mess," Harry said, grinning at his boyfriend.
"Hey, I take offense to that," Draco muttered, and then said louder, "We were wondering if you could help us, Sith."
Sith raised an eyebrow. "Depends. You help me make breakfast first. Deal?"
Harry and Draco nodded their heads at the same time. "Deal," they agreed.
And so, after making waffles, and sitting down to eat them, Draco revealed the plan to Sith, who was instantly delighted by the idea.
"That's a great plan!" Sith said happily, "Yes, I do believe I'll help you with that plan. They did say they'd be home around noon, so we'll see how that'll work out, no?"
"Ok," Draco said, "Harry and I will set up the game and stuff now so that when we have to we can just get ready."
"Hey, why not just play it anyway?" Sith said, an evil glint in her eye.
"Hey, Draco," Harry muttered, "You know how I once said I was scared of you?"
"Yeah?"
"Scratch that, I'm only scared of her now."
Sith grinned maliciously. "I heard that."
Harry gulped.
~~~
And that was probably why he found himself without his shirt, undershirt or pants about fifty minutes later. Draco was still wearing a tank top, and Sith was having immense fun with the game, making Draco and Harry go into positions no one would have ever thought possible before.
But then again, this was Harry and Draco we're talking about. Currently, Harry was with his back to the ground, hands on either corner, and legs on the opposite corners, so he was completely spread out over the board. Draco had his legs under Harry's body and his arms by Harry's legs so that he was forced to practically be smushed against Harry's groin.
Not that he minded, of course.
And that's when the crunch of gravel announced that Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were back.
Wheeeee! I've got a fever, and now I'm getting a fever high. Like a sugar high, only not a sugar high. O.o
Sleep is good for me. . . .
