Disclaimer: I own nothing, I own nothing! I am just borrowing JK Rowling's characters! OK, well, Xenophon belongs to me, but I don't want him. He's the most awful original character I've ever created. Anyone wants him? :)
New note: HP: OotP is out! Took me 14 hours to read it. Just informing you people that it will not affect this fic AT ALL. got it?! ;) OK! (btw, I wrote half this fic before the book came out like 3 months ago, so pardon me if it seems disjointed)
Dear reviewers, you are all very extremely scary, almost as scary as I am. Thank you to everyone who gave me small tips and stuff, but don't ever expect me to be perfect because I am naturally careless, and regardless of all the new things I learn, I always manage to find more new things to mess up. pardon my very very very long time between updates. Music: Anti-nostalgic, Yuutsuna Seven days, Smashing blue, Predilection --from Gravitation (it's an anime, and a shounen ai one at that)
CHAPTER 7-
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Harry looked sideways and spotted a hazy figure in bright yellow robes lying on the opposite bed. "Not now," he whispered to Malfoy. "When we get to a more private place."
Malfoy agreed, because right after Harry had completed his sentence, the Knight bus suddenly swerved off then back onto the road, causing bushes and a cat to fly out of the way. He didn't want a bruised cheek, or nose. Grabbing a pillow and settling comfortably at one end of the bed, he blew out the bedside candle. The entire last deck was lit only by their bedside candle, and the one of the opposite bed.
Harry felt his way to the other end of the bed, grabbed for the other pillow, and ended up slipping on the sheets and landing painfully on Malfoy's leg. The other boy half-feigned a groan, and chucked his pillow at Harry. Harry, unused to the dark and unfocused surroundings, felt extremely confused, especially after the fluffy, odd-smelling pillow smacked him accurately in the side of the head. Malfoy laughed as quietly as he could manage. "Stop bullying me..." Harry grumbled, stretching out his arms as if in search for something he couldn't see.
"I will, I will. I never knew how amusing it is to really know you, Harry." Malfoy sneaked up behind the disorientated one and flung his arms around him playfully. Harry could feel warm breath on the back of his neck.
"It seems that... I don't know, I'm really sleepy." Harry imagined a gentle smile on Malfoy's face, and the thought instilled a little happy secret feeling. He twisted around and the desparation to want to see the now-familiar face clearly caused him to bring his face close to Malfoy's, all the while trying to adjust to the constant jerky, sudden movements of the bus, combined with the springy bouncing of the mattress. After the bus made a possible leap over a low wall, various complaints could be heard from the passengers, and Harry found himself on top of Malfoy.
"I..." he said, blushing, and tried to get up, unintentionally pinning Malfoy's shoulders to the mattress with most of his upper body weight.
Through all the shaking and the movement, Harry was sure he saw Malfoy smirk. A smirk no longer meant danger to him. A smirk meant a challenge, and Harry accepted it with a smirk of his own.
"Alright, Draco. I'll try." he said, and Malfoy wondered what sort of messages he was apparently conveying to Harry. He was just about to wonder if it was the effects of having blurred vision, before he realised that Harry was kissing him. An awfully rough kiss, and the fact that Harry was playing tongue-in-mouth and try-to-hold-your-breath-the-longest was enough to render him quite senseless.
Forget about the wizard in the next bed (who had stared, got up, and moved to another bed in disgust) and forget about the crazy, rocking bus. Malfoy had always wanted to be in control, until now. Harry was good at this, which could be considered strange. Perhaps he was posessed. [[somewheeeerrreeee over the rainbow~]] came a horrible singing voice. (Author: recognise the song? *smirk*)
Malfoy closed his eyes. Always at the best moments would Xenophon come. Let us cover him in honey and stuff him up a giant beehive. Harry coughed and sat up. Balanced on top of Malfoy's hips. The other boy looked just the slightest bit uncomfortable. Harry could hear Xenophon too.
"What now? Going to drop another hint of what's going to come to wreak havoc in my life?" Harry asked. Xenophon's voice sounded particularly creepy in the dark, especially because it came without a body.
[[Hints? what hints?]] Xenophon didn't do a very good job of sounding innocent.
[[I'm telling you, that if Draco darling here doesn't pull himself away from you, it's going to kill him.]] Malfoy glanced unsuredly up at Harry. Was that a hint?
"The only way he's going to kill me is if he chains me to a wall and tickles me to death."
Harry stared at Malfoy, raising an eyebrow. He decided to take it as an attempt at humour.
"Tickle you to death?" Harry asked playfully. "Tickle you where? Or are you sure that you don't want something worse?"
[[It's not funny, you see, there is a little c...]] During the two second pause, Both boys thought Xenophon had left. But somehow, the voice returned, just briefly, and nothing was directed at them.
[[Lucius...! I... I wasn't. No, I swear I didn't, I...]] The sentence was cut of again, this time ending with something that sounded like 'mhh...!' The boys wondered. Harry thought that it sounded just like Malfoy did when he got kissed by him. Malfoy thought that it sounded like the last sound made by one of his father's fellow death-eaters when he got murdered. Of course it was Lucius Malfoy who had killed him.
"So, Draco," Harry looked down, unaware that he was again pinning Malfoy to the bed. "Are you really ticklish? And ticklish where?"
"Harry, stop joking, this is serious. All the more because there are two ways of looking at this. Xenophon could be trying to kill me, and my father stopped him. Or Xenophon is helping my father to kill me. I really don't know."
"Why would your father want to kill you?"
"I don't know! I shouldn't even call him my father. I really don't know him, and that's why he's so unpredictable to me. I just... use his name so scare people, and get what I want. Same for my mother." Harry felt sorry for Malfoy, like he sometimes felt a little sorry for himself, but not in a self-pitiful way. They both had friends to keep them happy enough, but they had no parents.
Harry sighed. "I'll tell you a little secret. Sometimes when we passed in the corridors, and you just smirked and made a 'witty comment', I always thought that you needed a hug."
Malfoy dismissed the frustrating thoughts at once. "Potter wants to hug me?!" he said, sounding much like his usual 'usual' self. "What next? Potter is going to grab me, kiss me, and have me tied to his bed in the griffindor boys' dormitory?!"
Potter was looking very guilty. "Want to try the bed thing when we get back to Hogwarts?" he couldn't help asking.
There was a not-so-silent silence, in which no one spoke, but the Knight bus screeched to a pavement-cracking halt to let off a passenger. That was when Draco suddenly started coughing blood.
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REVIEW!!!! *goes hysterical* *starts to see mini frueds running everywhere* I shouldn't have read that book about him. AhHhhhhhh!!!!
New note: HP: OotP is out! Took me 14 hours to read it. Just informing you people that it will not affect this fic AT ALL. got it?! ;) OK! (btw, I wrote half this fic before the book came out like 3 months ago, so pardon me if it seems disjointed)
Dear reviewers, you are all very extremely scary, almost as scary as I am. Thank you to everyone who gave me small tips and stuff, but don't ever expect me to be perfect because I am naturally careless, and regardless of all the new things I learn, I always manage to find more new things to mess up. pardon my very very very long time between updates. Music: Anti-nostalgic, Yuutsuna Seven days, Smashing blue, Predilection --from Gravitation (it's an anime, and a shounen ai one at that)
CHAPTER 7-
*****
Harry looked sideways and spotted a hazy figure in bright yellow robes lying on the opposite bed. "Not now," he whispered to Malfoy. "When we get to a more private place."
Malfoy agreed, because right after Harry had completed his sentence, the Knight bus suddenly swerved off then back onto the road, causing bushes and a cat to fly out of the way. He didn't want a bruised cheek, or nose. Grabbing a pillow and settling comfortably at one end of the bed, he blew out the bedside candle. The entire last deck was lit only by their bedside candle, and the one of the opposite bed.
Harry felt his way to the other end of the bed, grabbed for the other pillow, and ended up slipping on the sheets and landing painfully on Malfoy's leg. The other boy half-feigned a groan, and chucked his pillow at Harry. Harry, unused to the dark and unfocused surroundings, felt extremely confused, especially after the fluffy, odd-smelling pillow smacked him accurately in the side of the head. Malfoy laughed as quietly as he could manage. "Stop bullying me..." Harry grumbled, stretching out his arms as if in search for something he couldn't see.
"I will, I will. I never knew how amusing it is to really know you, Harry." Malfoy sneaked up behind the disorientated one and flung his arms around him playfully. Harry could feel warm breath on the back of his neck.
"It seems that... I don't know, I'm really sleepy." Harry imagined a gentle smile on Malfoy's face, and the thought instilled a little happy secret feeling. He twisted around and the desparation to want to see the now-familiar face clearly caused him to bring his face close to Malfoy's, all the while trying to adjust to the constant jerky, sudden movements of the bus, combined with the springy bouncing of the mattress. After the bus made a possible leap over a low wall, various complaints could be heard from the passengers, and Harry found himself on top of Malfoy.
"I..." he said, blushing, and tried to get up, unintentionally pinning Malfoy's shoulders to the mattress with most of his upper body weight.
Through all the shaking and the movement, Harry was sure he saw Malfoy smirk. A smirk no longer meant danger to him. A smirk meant a challenge, and Harry accepted it with a smirk of his own.
"Alright, Draco. I'll try." he said, and Malfoy wondered what sort of messages he was apparently conveying to Harry. He was just about to wonder if it was the effects of having blurred vision, before he realised that Harry was kissing him. An awfully rough kiss, and the fact that Harry was playing tongue-in-mouth and try-to-hold-your-breath-the-longest was enough to render him quite senseless.
Forget about the wizard in the next bed (who had stared, got up, and moved to another bed in disgust) and forget about the crazy, rocking bus. Malfoy had always wanted to be in control, until now. Harry was good at this, which could be considered strange. Perhaps he was posessed. [[somewheeeerrreeee over the rainbow~]] came a horrible singing voice. (Author: recognise the song? *smirk*)
Malfoy closed his eyes. Always at the best moments would Xenophon come. Let us cover him in honey and stuff him up a giant beehive. Harry coughed and sat up. Balanced on top of Malfoy's hips. The other boy looked just the slightest bit uncomfortable. Harry could hear Xenophon too.
"What now? Going to drop another hint of what's going to come to wreak havoc in my life?" Harry asked. Xenophon's voice sounded particularly creepy in the dark, especially because it came without a body.
[[Hints? what hints?]] Xenophon didn't do a very good job of sounding innocent.
[[I'm telling you, that if Draco darling here doesn't pull himself away from you, it's going to kill him.]] Malfoy glanced unsuredly up at Harry. Was that a hint?
"The only way he's going to kill me is if he chains me to a wall and tickles me to death."
Harry stared at Malfoy, raising an eyebrow. He decided to take it as an attempt at humour.
"Tickle you to death?" Harry asked playfully. "Tickle you where? Or are you sure that you don't want something worse?"
[[It's not funny, you see, there is a little c...]] During the two second pause, Both boys thought Xenophon had left. But somehow, the voice returned, just briefly, and nothing was directed at them.
[[Lucius...! I... I wasn't. No, I swear I didn't, I...]] The sentence was cut of again, this time ending with something that sounded like 'mhh...!' The boys wondered. Harry thought that it sounded just like Malfoy did when he got kissed by him. Malfoy thought that it sounded like the last sound made by one of his father's fellow death-eaters when he got murdered. Of course it was Lucius Malfoy who had killed him.
"So, Draco," Harry looked down, unaware that he was again pinning Malfoy to the bed. "Are you really ticklish? And ticklish where?"
"Harry, stop joking, this is serious. All the more because there are two ways of looking at this. Xenophon could be trying to kill me, and my father stopped him. Or Xenophon is helping my father to kill me. I really don't know."
"Why would your father want to kill you?"
"I don't know! I shouldn't even call him my father. I really don't know him, and that's why he's so unpredictable to me. I just... use his name so scare people, and get what I want. Same for my mother." Harry felt sorry for Malfoy, like he sometimes felt a little sorry for himself, but not in a self-pitiful way. They both had friends to keep them happy enough, but they had no parents.
Harry sighed. "I'll tell you a little secret. Sometimes when we passed in the corridors, and you just smirked and made a 'witty comment', I always thought that you needed a hug."
Malfoy dismissed the frustrating thoughts at once. "Potter wants to hug me?!" he said, sounding much like his usual 'usual' self. "What next? Potter is going to grab me, kiss me, and have me tied to his bed in the griffindor boys' dormitory?!"
Potter was looking very guilty. "Want to try the bed thing when we get back to Hogwarts?" he couldn't help asking.
There was a not-so-silent silence, in which no one spoke, but the Knight bus screeched to a pavement-cracking halt to let off a passenger. That was when Draco suddenly started coughing blood.
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REVIEW!!!! *goes hysterical* *starts to see mini frueds running everywhere* I shouldn't have read that book about him. AhHhhhhhh!!!!
