Notes: *twitch* *twitch* having been sick for the past three days, I have
done nothing but sit at the computer all day, every day. O.o I now am
having violent tendencies (I tore quite a few things up) and obsessive
cleaning compulsions. So why can't I have inspiration???? This is quite
possibly my shortest chapter EVER! But a lot of stuff happens!
"K, just stay like this for a minute more," Harry whispered, "And let's hope that my uncle doesn't kill us where we stand." He paused, realizing that 'stand' wasn't really the best word to use in the situation, and tried again. "Where were, ummm, are."
"Whatever you say, Harry," Draco smirked, shifting slightly so that his legs supported more of his weight and therefore he was even closer to Harry.
"Well, at least they didn't burn the house down, those blasted boys," they could both hear Uncle Vernon's voice clearly as he walked into the house. "Where is that babysitter anyway? Petunia, pay her so she can get out."
"Right away, Vernon, where is she?" Aunt Petunia's voice came quickly.
It wasn't long before Dudley said, "I'm hungry."
"Pumpkin, you ate in the car. I've got to do a few things and then I'll be able to make you something, dear," Aunt Petunia said immediately.
"But I'm hungry NOW," Dudley complained. There was a crash and Harry would bet anything that the ming vase in the hallway was now a thing of the past.
"Ok, go get Harry to make you something, Dudley, ok?" There were some thumps as Dudley made his way down the hallway.
"That's our cue," Harry whispered to Draco, and they both turned to Sith, as if waiting for the next move. Sith waited until Dudley was just about to enter the room before speaking up, saying, "Draco, right hand . . . green."
Dudley opened the door to the room, saying loudly, "Harry! You have to make me a sandwich! Aunt Petunia says so!" when he saw what Harry and Draco were doing. They were still smashed together, and now, with Draco moving his hand, he 'accidentally,' brushed against Harry, who arched his back up a little in pleasure.
Dudley blinked, his pea sized brain working with the little monkey inside his head to figure out what was going on. He blinked again, and then suddenly, realization hit him like a sack of hamburgers. He ran screaming from the room.
After exchanging smirks, Harry and Draco got into position again, and turned to Sith, who pretended to spin the spinner for the game. Harry mentally counted down - 'Three. . . . two . . . one . . .'
Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia burst into the room. And then Draco and Harry glanced up at them, as if to say, 'Yes? What are you looking at?' and they saw the looks on their faces . . .
Uncle Vernon was slowly turning purple, and he was sputtering angrily. Aunt Petunia had gone pure white and had a deer in the headlights type expression on. She looked like she might faint at any moment.
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley," Sith said, perfectly innocently, "Would one of you two like to help the boys finish their game after I've gotten paid and left?"
Harry almost burst out laughing as Aunt Petunia's eyes got even wider and Uncle Vernon's face got even purpler. Aunt Petunia looked as if she was going to faint even more.
"Why would we pay you when you're letting these two boys grope each other!?" Uncle Vernon finally screamed, and that got Harry. He burst out laughing, and fell down, smushing Draco's legs in the process. When he finally sat up, he was straddling Draco right on his hips.
And with a perfectly straight face and in a perfectly innocent voice, Draco told Harry, as if Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia weren't there, "You lose again. That means you have to take off your boxers."
Harry sighed, and moved to do so, grinning innocently.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Uncle Vernon yelled while Aunt Petunia squeaked.
It was Harry's turn to be innocent while he said the most uninnocent thing - "We're playing strip twister. I lost, therefore, I have to take off an article of clothing. It's not that hard to understand, is it?"
"YOU ARE NOT ABOUT TO GET NAKED IN THE PRESENCE OF A BABYSITTER AND THAT . . . BOY!" You could practically see the spit flying.
But for all the threatening, Uncle Vernon didn't DO anything, and Harry and Draco knew that he didn't have a clue on what to do. So they decided to press on, and with, a grin, Harry took off his boxers. Aunt Petunia's eyes set a new record in getting wide, and Uncle Vernon growled and couldn't find the words to express what he was thinking (Not that he was thinking that much, anyway).
"Alright then, Draco, you get to go first," Sith said. Harry and Draco both stood on opposite sides of the playing mat, and Harry couldn't believe he was actually doing this - standing in front of everyone, naked, and ready to play twister.
Actually, it was pretty amusing.
Suddenly, Uncle Vernon just turned, pulled Aunt Petunia out of the room, and left. Draco and Harry exchanged glances and then sat down. Harry pulled back on his clothes.
"Do you have to do that?" Draco pouted.
"Yeah, I'm not too keen on parading naked in front of my aunt and uncle ya know," Harry said.
"Well, then you're a pretty good actor," Sith said, "But in all seriousness, I need to go get my money so I can go meet up with Snape later. I'll be seeing you guys at school."
Draco and Harry nodded and waved as she left the room. They cleaned up the twister board, and then grinned happily.
"I'd say that was most worth it," Harry said, "Although . . . I shudder to see what happens once my uncle regains his voice."
"What's the worst he can do? Kill you and have you reincarnated as a Catholic schoolgirl or something?" Draco said, shrugging.
"Where the heck did you get that from?" Harry asked, looking at Draco in puzzlement. "That was just totally random."
Draco grinned. "I'm totally random, aren't I?"
Harry paused, and then nodded. The two of them then ran out of things to say and sat in silence for a bit, wondering when Uncle Vernon was going to come back and yell at them. As it turned out, they waited ten minutes and nothing happened, so they made their way to Harry's room to plan their next move.
On the way up, they heard Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley in the kitchen.
"One day, Petunia, one day!"
"Don't worry, Vernon, here, have some tea . . . I put a shot of whiskey in it, dear."
"Might as well give me the entire bottle. Fat lot of help it'll do even so. I can't believe those two."
"Mummy, can I have a sandwich now?"
"Ask Ha- no, wait, I'll make you one."
Harry and Draco had to run the rest of the way upstairs so they could burst out laughing without the others hearing.
"Well, I wish I had a camera," Harry said, "Or even a tape recorder or anything to let me remember this day clearly. I'm going to remember this as my most amusing day of the summer. Ever."
"Yup, no kidding," Draco said, "And think, we only have the rest of today, tomorrow, and then the day after we're gone!"
"Yeah, I can't wait," Harry said, nodding.
"We have to think up a present for your aunt and uncle, though," Draco said, musingly.
"What do you mean?" asked Harry. "I'm not wrapping up anything for them!"
"No, a PRESENT," Draco emphasized the word, and added, "Like the one we gave them today."
Harry blinked as realization hit him. "Oh, like that! Oh, oh, oh! That's a great idea!"
"Of course it is; I came up with it," Draco replied, smirking. "Now, we just need to decide on what to do. Simple, no?"
"Of course." Harry smiled and hugged Draco.
That being decided, they decided to get some rest. It had been a long, long day.
And it was only going to get better.
"K, just stay like this for a minute more," Harry whispered, "And let's hope that my uncle doesn't kill us where we stand." He paused, realizing that 'stand' wasn't really the best word to use in the situation, and tried again. "Where were, ummm, are."
"Whatever you say, Harry," Draco smirked, shifting slightly so that his legs supported more of his weight and therefore he was even closer to Harry.
"Well, at least they didn't burn the house down, those blasted boys," they could both hear Uncle Vernon's voice clearly as he walked into the house. "Where is that babysitter anyway? Petunia, pay her so she can get out."
"Right away, Vernon, where is she?" Aunt Petunia's voice came quickly.
It wasn't long before Dudley said, "I'm hungry."
"Pumpkin, you ate in the car. I've got to do a few things and then I'll be able to make you something, dear," Aunt Petunia said immediately.
"But I'm hungry NOW," Dudley complained. There was a crash and Harry would bet anything that the ming vase in the hallway was now a thing of the past.
"Ok, go get Harry to make you something, Dudley, ok?" There were some thumps as Dudley made his way down the hallway.
"That's our cue," Harry whispered to Draco, and they both turned to Sith, as if waiting for the next move. Sith waited until Dudley was just about to enter the room before speaking up, saying, "Draco, right hand . . . green."
Dudley opened the door to the room, saying loudly, "Harry! You have to make me a sandwich! Aunt Petunia says so!" when he saw what Harry and Draco were doing. They were still smashed together, and now, with Draco moving his hand, he 'accidentally,' brushed against Harry, who arched his back up a little in pleasure.
Dudley blinked, his pea sized brain working with the little monkey inside his head to figure out what was going on. He blinked again, and then suddenly, realization hit him like a sack of hamburgers. He ran screaming from the room.
After exchanging smirks, Harry and Draco got into position again, and turned to Sith, who pretended to spin the spinner for the game. Harry mentally counted down - 'Three. . . . two . . . one . . .'
Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia burst into the room. And then Draco and Harry glanced up at them, as if to say, 'Yes? What are you looking at?' and they saw the looks on their faces . . .
Uncle Vernon was slowly turning purple, and he was sputtering angrily. Aunt Petunia had gone pure white and had a deer in the headlights type expression on. She looked like she might faint at any moment.
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley," Sith said, perfectly innocently, "Would one of you two like to help the boys finish their game after I've gotten paid and left?"
Harry almost burst out laughing as Aunt Petunia's eyes got even wider and Uncle Vernon's face got even purpler. Aunt Petunia looked as if she was going to faint even more.
"Why would we pay you when you're letting these two boys grope each other!?" Uncle Vernon finally screamed, and that got Harry. He burst out laughing, and fell down, smushing Draco's legs in the process. When he finally sat up, he was straddling Draco right on his hips.
And with a perfectly straight face and in a perfectly innocent voice, Draco told Harry, as if Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia weren't there, "You lose again. That means you have to take off your boxers."
Harry sighed, and moved to do so, grinning innocently.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Uncle Vernon yelled while Aunt Petunia squeaked.
It was Harry's turn to be innocent while he said the most uninnocent thing - "We're playing strip twister. I lost, therefore, I have to take off an article of clothing. It's not that hard to understand, is it?"
"YOU ARE NOT ABOUT TO GET NAKED IN THE PRESENCE OF A BABYSITTER AND THAT . . . BOY!" You could practically see the spit flying.
But for all the threatening, Uncle Vernon didn't DO anything, and Harry and Draco knew that he didn't have a clue on what to do. So they decided to press on, and with, a grin, Harry took off his boxers. Aunt Petunia's eyes set a new record in getting wide, and Uncle Vernon growled and couldn't find the words to express what he was thinking (Not that he was thinking that much, anyway).
"Alright then, Draco, you get to go first," Sith said. Harry and Draco both stood on opposite sides of the playing mat, and Harry couldn't believe he was actually doing this - standing in front of everyone, naked, and ready to play twister.
Actually, it was pretty amusing.
Suddenly, Uncle Vernon just turned, pulled Aunt Petunia out of the room, and left. Draco and Harry exchanged glances and then sat down. Harry pulled back on his clothes.
"Do you have to do that?" Draco pouted.
"Yeah, I'm not too keen on parading naked in front of my aunt and uncle ya know," Harry said.
"Well, then you're a pretty good actor," Sith said, "But in all seriousness, I need to go get my money so I can go meet up with Snape later. I'll be seeing you guys at school."
Draco and Harry nodded and waved as she left the room. They cleaned up the twister board, and then grinned happily.
"I'd say that was most worth it," Harry said, "Although . . . I shudder to see what happens once my uncle regains his voice."
"What's the worst he can do? Kill you and have you reincarnated as a Catholic schoolgirl or something?" Draco said, shrugging.
"Where the heck did you get that from?" Harry asked, looking at Draco in puzzlement. "That was just totally random."
Draco grinned. "I'm totally random, aren't I?"
Harry paused, and then nodded. The two of them then ran out of things to say and sat in silence for a bit, wondering when Uncle Vernon was going to come back and yell at them. As it turned out, they waited ten minutes and nothing happened, so they made their way to Harry's room to plan their next move.
On the way up, they heard Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley in the kitchen.
"One day, Petunia, one day!"
"Don't worry, Vernon, here, have some tea . . . I put a shot of whiskey in it, dear."
"Might as well give me the entire bottle. Fat lot of help it'll do even so. I can't believe those two."
"Mummy, can I have a sandwich now?"
"Ask Ha- no, wait, I'll make you one."
Harry and Draco had to run the rest of the way upstairs so they could burst out laughing without the others hearing.
"Well, I wish I had a camera," Harry said, "Or even a tape recorder or anything to let me remember this day clearly. I'm going to remember this as my most amusing day of the summer. Ever."
"Yup, no kidding," Draco said, "And think, we only have the rest of today, tomorrow, and then the day after we're gone!"
"Yeah, I can't wait," Harry said, nodding.
"We have to think up a present for your aunt and uncle, though," Draco said, musingly.
"What do you mean?" asked Harry. "I'm not wrapping up anything for them!"
"No, a PRESENT," Draco emphasized the word, and added, "Like the one we gave them today."
Harry blinked as realization hit him. "Oh, like that! Oh, oh, oh! That's a great idea!"
"Of course it is; I came up with it," Draco replied, smirking. "Now, we just need to decide on what to do. Simple, no?"
"Of course." Harry smiled and hugged Draco.
That being decided, they decided to get some rest. It had been a long, long day.
And it was only going to get better.
