A Forbidden Love

by A. Smithee

            Disclaimer: Hey, you know what'd be cool?  If Harry's owner, J.K. Rowling, wrote the next book and titled it Harry Potter and his Band Practice.  See, in it Harry could pick up pounding toms, which of course prompts the question, "Who's Toms?"  His other owner, AOL Time Warner, could have a field day with that in the movie.  Yep.

            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, support your local punk band and be on your merry way.  Thanks.

Chapter Ten

            "Harry, what the HELL are you doing?!" Hermione screamed as she looked around.  In the center of the room there was a large kiddie pool filled with chocolate pudding.  Surrounding it were roughly a dozen kids, all in their underwear.

            "Hey Hermione, wanna join us?" Harry asked.  She noticed he was still wearing her thong.

            "What's going on here?!" she screamed again.

            "C'mon, are you seriously telling me that you didn't know about our underground pudding wrestling club?  Man, you really are weird," Harry said, frowning.

            "At first the meetings were in Filch's office, but he started to get suspicious so we had to move them," Wood added from behind Harry.

            "So Hermione, if you're not going to join us, could you tell Ron that Phase Pudding is done and we need to start Phase Spike the Punch, please?" Harry asked.

            "Fine, whatever," she said as she walked out.

            Ron was standing by the punch bowl when he saw an angel enter the Great Hall.  Her long white dress flowed down her body like syrup.

Wow, he thought, I think I'm in love.  He hid behind the fountain as she approached him.

            "Uh, hey," she said cautiously.

            "Hello, you beautiful goddess.  I am your knight in shining armor," he said sexily as he kissed her hand.

            "Although I just met you, I feel like we are destined to be together," she said, gazing into his eyes.

            "I will love you for–" Ron began as Hermione grabbed his arm and dragged him away.

            "What do you think you're doing?" Hermione hissed at him. "She's a Slytherin, you idiot."

            "What?!" Ron shouted, shocked out of his daze.

            "Her name is Blaise.  You two can never be together," Hermione said grimly. "Oh, by the way, Harry told me that Phase Pudding is done and you need to start Phase Spike the Punch."

            Ron looked dejectedly at his feet and stalked off.  He picked up a large barrel and poured it into the punch fountain.  With a sad look on his face, he went to find Harry.

            "Draco, do you want some more punch?" Ginny asked him.  They had been making out in the corner for almost an hour.

            "If it's in your shirt, then hell yeah," Draco said drunkenly.  She leaned him on her shoulder and walked him to the punch fountain.

            "Dude, have you tried the punch?  It's spiked!" Crabbe said to them.

            "Masterly!" Ginny said as she helped herself to more.

            "Greggy, do you think the Ball is any good?" Snape asked quietly.

            "Maybe … but what could be more fun than playing dress-up with me?" Goyle said cheerfully.

            Snape looked wistful for a moment.  He was thinking about Draco.

            Apologies for the cheap drummer joke.  More to come!