A/N- Ok I have decided to not make this 100% slash. Sry to you slash-
luvers. If you really want I can make these two versions but I have to have
at least 5 dedicated readers for that fic. I wanted to thank all of
reviewers individually but I can't so thank you to three reviewers:
LyssaQuill: for their little piece (still dying of laughter)
danceingfae : for their idea (thankx u r a lifesaver, you know the peach kind.)
And fragonknight01 for telling me about my righting (lol) I'll try harder.
On with the fic:
Harry sped quickly down the path towards Hagrid's hut. Harry was absorbed in his thoughts, looking at the ground.
**Calm down mate, take a breather**
Harry walked so fast that he ran straight into Hagrid.
**BAM**
"Ow, that seriously hurt." Harry looked up at Hagrid meeting his eyes. **What will he think?** he thought to himself as he stood up off the hard, uncomfortable ground.
"You 'lright there 'arry?" **He looks horrified, I wonder what kind of trouble he's getting into now, if Dumbledor knew all of he told m-**
That thought lit a bomb inside Harry's head.
"I tell Dumbledor what I'm thinking, and of course look bloody horrified!" Harry's voice was now high pitched and shaky, "Ron thinks I'm cooler than him, Hermione fancies Ron-"
"You didn't know that Hermione likes Ron. Where have you been Harry?"
"AND," His voice sounded more girlie and squeaky totally ignoring him, "Malfoy t-t-thinks t-that I'm, that I'm-"
"Well spit it out."
"He thinks I'm cute. Not like in a nice friendly, odd way oh no. He pushes my emotional level to the boiling point by thinking I'm gay. My friends will not talk to me, not one sodding syllable. And you think I'm always getting into trouble. So yeah I'm horrified."
"How did you find out all of that 'nformation?"
Harry didn't seem to actually hear Hagrid because he keeps on babbling.
"Do I really look GAY? Just because I like to wear my hair a little messy?" Then he screamed at the top of his lungs, "IS THAT SO BAD? HUH IS IT? ANSWER ME HAGRID!! IS HAVING MY HAIR A LITTLE MESSY CONSIDERED BEING BLOODY QUEER??" Harry was starting to lose it.
"Harry, calm down-"
"Is there anything ELSE I can add to my freaking pile? Humm, is there any possible way to add more shit on top of my fucking pile? Because if you have anything else to say or think do it now before I end up in a nut house with the squirrels. The ones that love acorns not fruit."
"Harry don't make me slap yo-"
"Oh, right, I know what else I can add, Snape wants me dead as a doorknob. I can ALSO read people's minds. Actually no, it gets worse I HEAR people's sodding thoughts all because Neville can't cut his roots properly! Like when I was walking a bird was singing something about a room called Tiki, Tiki-" Harry started laughing and shaking uncontrollably, Hagrid did the only thing he could think of.
**Smack**
Harry was on the ground again; he looked up at Hagrid.
"'M sorry Harry, but you looked like you were gonna faint 'ight on the 'pot."
"Sorry Hagrid, thanks though. I did feel a little dizzy." His words where slurred together like a whirlpool. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he drifted into darkness.
"Great, Mr. Potter has fainted again?" Snape walked up next to Hagrid. "Well, let's get him to the hospital wing."
Snape did a spell that lifted Harry into thin air carrying him to the hospital wing.
TBC..
Plez R/R
Teaser for ch.4: Harry walked swiftly, making his way towards Draco. **Now it's time for some fun** he thought to himself.
LyssaQuill: for their little piece (still dying of laughter)
danceingfae : for their idea (thankx u r a lifesaver, you know the peach kind.)
And fragonknight01 for telling me about my righting (lol) I'll try harder.
On with the fic:
Harry sped quickly down the path towards Hagrid's hut. Harry was absorbed in his thoughts, looking at the ground.
**Calm down mate, take a breather**
Harry walked so fast that he ran straight into Hagrid.
**BAM**
"Ow, that seriously hurt." Harry looked up at Hagrid meeting his eyes. **What will he think?** he thought to himself as he stood up off the hard, uncomfortable ground.
"You 'lright there 'arry?" **He looks horrified, I wonder what kind of trouble he's getting into now, if Dumbledor knew all of he told m-**
That thought lit a bomb inside Harry's head.
"I tell Dumbledor what I'm thinking, and of course look bloody horrified!" Harry's voice was now high pitched and shaky, "Ron thinks I'm cooler than him, Hermione fancies Ron-"
"You didn't know that Hermione likes Ron. Where have you been Harry?"
"AND," His voice sounded more girlie and squeaky totally ignoring him, "Malfoy t-t-thinks t-that I'm, that I'm-"
"Well spit it out."
"He thinks I'm cute. Not like in a nice friendly, odd way oh no. He pushes my emotional level to the boiling point by thinking I'm gay. My friends will not talk to me, not one sodding syllable. And you think I'm always getting into trouble. So yeah I'm horrified."
"How did you find out all of that 'nformation?"
Harry didn't seem to actually hear Hagrid because he keeps on babbling.
"Do I really look GAY? Just because I like to wear my hair a little messy?" Then he screamed at the top of his lungs, "IS THAT SO BAD? HUH IS IT? ANSWER ME HAGRID!! IS HAVING MY HAIR A LITTLE MESSY CONSIDERED BEING BLOODY QUEER??" Harry was starting to lose it.
"Harry, calm down-"
"Is there anything ELSE I can add to my freaking pile? Humm, is there any possible way to add more shit on top of my fucking pile? Because if you have anything else to say or think do it now before I end up in a nut house with the squirrels. The ones that love acorns not fruit."
"Harry don't make me slap yo-"
"Oh, right, I know what else I can add, Snape wants me dead as a doorknob. I can ALSO read people's minds. Actually no, it gets worse I HEAR people's sodding thoughts all because Neville can't cut his roots properly! Like when I was walking a bird was singing something about a room called Tiki, Tiki-" Harry started laughing and shaking uncontrollably, Hagrid did the only thing he could think of.
**Smack**
Harry was on the ground again; he looked up at Hagrid.
"'M sorry Harry, but you looked like you were gonna faint 'ight on the 'pot."
"Sorry Hagrid, thanks though. I did feel a little dizzy." His words where slurred together like a whirlpool. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he drifted into darkness.
"Great, Mr. Potter has fainted again?" Snape walked up next to Hagrid. "Well, let's get him to the hospital wing."
Snape did a spell that lifted Harry into thin air carrying him to the hospital wing.
TBC..
Plez R/R
Teaser for ch.4: Harry walked swiftly, making his way towards Draco. **Now it's time for some fun** he thought to himself.