A Forbidden Love

by A. Smithee

            Disclaimer: Bad news, guys.  Harry escaped from my evil clutches and is now painting the town.  How will I explain this to his real owners, J.K. Rowling and AOL Time Warner?

            Author's note: This is a story composed of many e-mails, which is why it may sound choppy.  This is also a PWP with slash.  If you don't like slash, why the heck have you gotten this far into the story?  Weirdo.

Chapter Five

            "Students, I have an announcement," Dumbledore said Sunday morning at breakfast.  "There will be a Halloween Costume Ball next Friday night.  Dates are required."  Draco attempted to catch Harry's eye, but he refused to look.  "Also, seeing as I'm homophobic, gay couples are not allowed."  All of the students and Snape let out a loud groan.

            Draco looked crushed.  If I can't take a guy, he thought, who will go with me?

            The days before the ball passed quickly.  Everyone was scurrying around to find dates and costumes.  Harry was avoiding Draco, Goyle was avoiding Snape, and Hermione was avoiding every guy she had ever slept with, which was practically the entire male population of Hogwarts.  The mood was joyous and laughter filled the air.  That is, until Harry heard something that was not made for his ears.…

            Harry walked quickly up to the boys' dormitories.  He was eager to begin his "tutoring" session with Seamus.  As he approached his bed, he heard giggles and hushed voices coming from beneath the blankets.

            "I don't really like Harry," Ron said.  "I'm just in it for the sex."

            "Really?  You're a good actor, and you … have … a really nice ass," Seamus said quickly.  Harry's fists clenched in fury.

            "Thank you.  Harry never gives me compliments like that," Ron said coyly, just as Harry ripped the blankets off him.

            "You horrible bitch!  I thought you loved me!" Harry screamed at him.

            "I do love you!  I mean, you sleep around, so aren't I allowed to also?" Ron asked him.    

            "NO!  You are my manwhore.  I OWN you!" Harry screamed before running away.

            "Wow, someone's got their panties in a twist," Seamus said.

            Meanwhile, Goyle and Hermione were having troubles of their own.  Hermione still hadn't told anyone that she was pregnant.  So far she had five dates to the Ball, three of which could be the father.  She was getting fatter and more confused by the day.  Goyle still hadn't confronted Snape about the bra.  He was afraid of what Snape might say.  He simply loved Snape too much.

            More melodrama to come!  Hehe.