ok, before I begin this, I have one thing to say, and that is that I. DO. NOT. OWN. HARRY. POTTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There, I said it, so now I can violate a whole bunch of copywrite laws and get away with it.
fyi: this story is set in the fifth year
Monkeybutt!
hunkypunkyfunkychunkymonkey!
OK, then, and now, on with the show-I mean story.
Museless
Chapter 1
Harry and Draco had been going out with each other for about four months, ever since the tragic moment when
Cedric Diggory was killed, and Draco had appologized to Harry for making his life a living hell. After that, they
had been meeting every day in the same room: The Room of Requirements. Just in case you don't know, the Room of
Requirements is a room on the 7th floor of Hogwarts, and can only be opened properly by walking past a piece of
wall three times, thinking about what you wanted. Well, anyway, Harry and Draco were keeping a private relation-
ship (dear God help them if anyone found out) by going to that room. In there case, whenever they walked in, there
was an elegant bed with silk sheets and blankets, a beautifully large grand piano, and some spellbooks. The spell-
books were, indeed, a cover in case anyone walked in on them. They would pretend that they were studying for their
O.W.L.'S (Ordinary Wizarding Levels) if anyone interrupted them from there actions. Well, anyway, most of the time,
Draco would serenade Harry and Harry would just sit there, spellbound, occasionally coming from his "coma" to clap
at every song when it was done. 'God he's good,' thought Harry once, 'almost too good.'
/'\,/'\,/'\,/'\,/'\,/'\
'Man,' thought Draco after one vigorous session, 'piano-playing can be quite tiring. It's a good thing Harry likes
it so much, or I might not do it.' He had just walked out of the RoR when Marcus, captain of the Slytherin Quidditch
team, had spotted Draco. "Hey, Draco, how come you missed today's lesson? Were you seeing that boy you keep talking
about?" Marcus had been well aware of the fact that Draco was gay, but had sworn not to tell anyone. "How'd ya guess?"
asked Draco. "Well, let's see, you've only talked about him about six times a day!!!" said Marcus.
There, I said it, so now I can violate a whole bunch of copywrite laws and get away with it.
fyi: this story is set in the fifth year
Monkeybutt!
hunkypunkyfunkychunkymonkey!
OK, then, and now, on with the show-I mean story.
Museless
Chapter 1
Harry and Draco had been going out with each other for about four months, ever since the tragic moment when
Cedric Diggory was killed, and Draco had appologized to Harry for making his life a living hell. After that, they
had been meeting every day in the same room: The Room of Requirements. Just in case you don't know, the Room of
Requirements is a room on the 7th floor of Hogwarts, and can only be opened properly by walking past a piece of
wall three times, thinking about what you wanted. Well, anyway, Harry and Draco were keeping a private relation-
ship (dear God help them if anyone found out) by going to that room. In there case, whenever they walked in, there
was an elegant bed with silk sheets and blankets, a beautifully large grand piano, and some spellbooks. The spell-
books were, indeed, a cover in case anyone walked in on them. They would pretend that they were studying for their
O.W.L.'S (Ordinary Wizarding Levels) if anyone interrupted them from there actions. Well, anyway, most of the time,
Draco would serenade Harry and Harry would just sit there, spellbound, occasionally coming from his "coma" to clap
at every song when it was done. 'God he's good,' thought Harry once, 'almost too good.'
/'\,/'\,/'\,/'\,/'\,/'\
'Man,' thought Draco after one vigorous session, 'piano-playing can be quite tiring. It's a good thing Harry likes
it so much, or I might not do it.' He had just walked out of the RoR when Marcus, captain of the Slytherin Quidditch
team, had spotted Draco. "Hey, Draco, how come you missed today's lesson? Were you seeing that boy you keep talking
about?" Marcus had been well aware of the fact that Draco was gay, but had sworn not to tell anyone. "How'd ya guess?"
asked Draco. "Well, let's see, you've only talked about him about six times a day!!!" said Marcus.
