He is NOT my boyfriend! Part 12
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Seamus/Dean, Neville/Ginny (later), Blaise/Colin, Pansy/Millicent, Nott/?
Year: 6th
Warnings: Slash (homosexual couples and lesbian couples), WAFF (and fluff, I think), some sap, hopefully Draco's not too OOC (everyone acts differently when you're in love), and NO plot! (That's PWP!), and Harry might be a bit OOC as well.
Notes: This as good as the details get. Remember folks- this is also HUMOR. Okay? It's written for mainly my amusement, and hopefully others. If there are canon errors, then let there be canon errors. Yar.
Extra notes: My inspiration comes from the strangest places (and times): Like walking outside to mail something. Also, just to let you guys know ahead of time, this chapter will be a bit silly. It shows just how well Draco has eased himself with Harry and his friends. (Is this fic losing its pace?)
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. JKR owns them, not moi. I make no money off of this. Although, Rowling should take a page from my book. (I love you Rowling! Don't make Draco totally evil, please??) Also, any kind of Garfield references in here belongs to Jim Davis, the comic book genius.
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Draco held his hands to his mouth as he desperately tried not to laugh out loud. His other leg kicked slightly, and Harry, very annoyed, pulled Draco's foot closer to his body.
"Hold still, Draco!" Harry grumbled, "If you don't, I might cut your foot."
Left hand grasping Draco's ankle, and right hand holding a pair of nail trimmers, Harry carefully began to snip at Draco's big toe. Draco was lying on his back, right leg on Harry's body and foot in face. He was leaning back on his elbows as he surveyed Harry.
"Just don't trim them unevenly!" Draco said, trying not to laugh, "I mean, damn Potter, if I knew you were so picky about me having slightly long toenails…"
"Talons!" Harry said, waving the nail trimmers in the air, "They're talons, and they were slicing my calves! Now hold still, Owl Feet, or they'll end up crooked."
"I would if you'd quit tickling me!" Draco's face turned red as he bit his lip.
"I'm not trying to tickle you!" Harry said, and then his thumb touched the bottom of Draco's foot, and Draco shrieked.
"Then what the hell do you call it??" he gasped.
"If you don't behave…"
"What's with all this noise?" A sleepy eyed Ron Weasley peeked his head around the curtains of Harry's bed. "Oh. Why is he here?"
"He stayed the night, remember?" Harry said. He tried his best to clip at Draco's pinky toe now.
Draco went into another fit of giggles.
"I never thought I'd see Malfoy laugh so much in my life." Ron said, blinking.
"Sh-sh-shut u-up, Weeeeeasley!!" Draco shrieked, "POTTER!"
"I told you, Draco… I'm not trying to tickle you! You're just too sensitive!"
"Why don't you numb his feet?" Ron suggested.
"I don't think so!" Draco said, outraged, "I will NOT have any part of my body devoid of feeling!"
"Unless it's already void of feeling…" Ron mumbled.
"What was that, Weasley?" Draco turned his head to glare at the Gryffindor. In his semi-upside down state, hair disarrayed, he didn't look very threatening.
Ron snickered, "Oh, nothing."
"Nothing my foot!"
All three stopped, looked at each other, and then burst into laughter.
"All right, Draco, I'm almost done."
"Whew!"
"With this foot. I still have the left foot to do."
"Oh the horror!" Draco threw his arms over his eyes, "I don't think my gut can take anymore!"
"I'll try not to touch your foot then." Harry said, grinning.
When what Draco deemed torture was finally over with, Draco went on his knees and then grabbed Harry's ankles. Harry's eyes widened in shock as Draco pulled his feet to him. Draco slipped Harry's socks off, and then took the nail clippers from Harry's hand.
"Now it's your turn…" Draco's brow shot up, "My, my, Potter… what big feet you have…"
Harry blushed.
"Why did you have your socks on?" Ron asked. He sat down tentatively at the edge of Harry's bed.
"Because my feet were cold, ok?" Harry huffed, folding his arms.
"Snip, snip, snip…" Draco said, grinning, as he prepared to cut Harry's toenails. Draco tried his best to move his thumb over Harry's feet like Harry did to him, but Harry didn't move a muscle. Draco frowned as he started on Harry's pinky toe.
Harry smiled at him, knowing what Draco was trying to do.
"I'm not very ticklish."
"Damn you, Potter!" Draco snipped angrily at Harry's other toenail, "Must you top me in everything?"
Harry blinked, trying to look innocent. "I'm sorry, Draco."
"Sure you are." Draco said, looking a bit upset.
Harry frowned. He had a feeling that Draco was still a bit sore about not getting his way last night, but he had promised Professor McGonagall they wouldn't do anything bad, and a promise was a promise.
Draco clipped Harry's nails in silence, sulking.
Finally, Ron cleared his throat, and then stood up. "Well, I'm going to use the bathroom."
"Remember to respect it in the morning." Draco said.
"Draco!" Harry exclaimed.
"What?" Draco gazed at him innocently.
"Hey," said Seamus from his bed, "Don't take too long in there, mate. I need to use it, too."
"Why don't you join him, then, and have an orgy?" Draco grinned.
"Draco…" Harry grit his teeth, "This is your final warning…"
"Hmph." Draco moodily went back to clipping Harry's toenails. "Spoil sport."
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Finally, when Ron was finished, Draco went in to do some washing up. Unfortunately…
"Weasley! Weasley!" Draco came jogging out of the bathroom.
Ron was just slipping on his trousers and doing up his belt. Harry was still sitting on his bed, reading his Transfiguration text, the standard book of spells, grade 6. (They already had breakfast, courtesy of Dobby.)
"What is it, Malfoy?" Ron said gruffly.
Draco was looking a bit ruffled, but he was grinning. "There's a spider in the bathroom."
"Very funny, Malfoy. I know it's just a ploy to get me scared."
"There is! I'm telling the truth!" Draco poked his head back into the boys' bathroom, "It's a really hairy spider!"
"Right." Ron chuckled.
"No, really! It's huge and hairy!" Draco popped his head back into the room, "It's using your comb!"
"WHAT??!" Ron pushed Draco out of the way and shakingly peeked his head around the corner.
It seemed that Draco wasn't lying. There was a spider. And it was hairy… very, very hairy…
"AAAHHHH!!" Ron screamed, running to the other end of the dorm, "HAIRY SPIDER... WITH A MULLET!!"
Draco grimaced, "Yuck. That's pretty hairy."
"GET RID OF IT, HARRY! HARRY! HARRY!!" Ron turned pale.
"Yes, it is." Harry said, peeking his head into the bathroom.
"I think he was calling your name that time." Draco said.
"Oh." Harry took out his wand, "Avada…"
Draco grabbed his arm, "What are you doing??!"
"Uh… killing the spider?"
"Oh no, no, no… don't you dare even try casting an unforgivable!" Draco took out his own wand.
"Draco… NO!"
But it was too late. Draco waved his arm around, and then… … he squished the spider with the butt end of his wand.
Harry's jaw dropped.
Draco looked at him and raised a brow, "What? Did you really think I'd cast the killing curse?"
"I wouldn't doubt it." Ron muttered.
Harry poked one of the spider's detached legs with his wand. "I'm not cleaning that up."
"That's what house-elves are for, mate." Seamus said, sauntering into the bathroom. Harry walked out and his Irish friend shut the door.
"Now, let's get ready for classes. What do you have first period, Draco?"
"Astronomy." Draco smiled, "You?"
"Transfiguration."
"Hence the studying?"
Harry nodded.
"Well, what do you want to do after classes are over with?" Draco asked, "Want to hang out in the common room?"
"You can't just come into our common room whenever you want!" Ron huffed.
"I won't be the only one this time, Weasley." Draco glared, "If there's one thing I've learned, it's not to surround yourself with Gryffindors. I'm bringing Blaise and Nott with me. That is, if that's ok with you two?"
"That's fine with me." Harry said, "But remember, tonight the password changes, so you won't be able to come in tomorrow."
"Fine." Draco nodded. "Well, let's go. Time's awasting, and I don't wish to be late to my first class."
Ron leaned in to Harry's ear, "Gee, he's sure energetic when there's no Care of Magical Creatures for the day."
Harry sniggered.
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Classes went on without much excitement. The only thing that happened was Neville blowing up his cauldron in Potions, but that was expected. So, yes, the day was pretty mundane. Draco sighed, eyes half-lidded, resting his head on his hand and tried to pay attention to Professor Binns. When there was a slight pause, Draco raised a brow, wondering if the ghost had given up, but when Binns continued, Draco rolled his eyes as if to say 'it figures.'
Blaise was practically falling asleep as well, his head was about to hit the desk in front of him, eyes drooping.Theodore Nott's head was already on his desk, and Draco could hear him softly snoring (not to mention he was drooling all over). Millicent looked to be writing, but Draco knew she wasn't taking notes. She must be writing something to Pansy, who was sleeping soundlessly with her head buried in her arms. Draco tried taking notes, but he got lost in between the troll battle in Oxford to the destruction of Kent because he ended up daydreaming. He tried his best NOT to daydream in class, but sometimes that was almost impossible, especially in Binns' classroom.
'Bored, bored, bored, bored…' Draco sighed. His quill began to move automatically, and he ended up doodling something on the corner of his parchment. If it weren't for the fact that Draco and his friends would be going to the Gryffindor Tower after this class, he would have fallen asleep already. But someone had to stay awake so they could wake the others when class was over with. Draco couldn't wait to see Harry again, even though he didn't like showing it. His love for the Gryffindor had risen to new heights, and it made him confused.
He blinked. He had just drawn the head of a lion with a lightning shaped scar on his head.
Oh yeah, he had it bad.
And Blaise's head just thumped onto the desk. Draco sighed.
'Bored, bored, bored, booooooored…'
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Harry yawned for the fifth time that day.
"Oh Lord, I'm sleepy. It's almost as if I were in Professor Binns' class."
Ron followed suit, yawning as well. "Well, I think I know why you're tired."
"For the last time, Ron, we didn't do anything."
"Less talk and more work, boys." Professor Sprout said.
"Sorry, Professor." Harry said.
Neville toiled happily in the dirt. Harry envied Neville at that time. Neville didn't have love problems, or anything to do with love it seemed. If it weren't for Draco falling for him… Harry sighed hopelessly. He wanted something to happen with Draco last night, but he couldn't get himself to break a promise. Next time, Harry mused, he won't promise something like that again. Next time he'll have Malfoy in the palms of his hands.
What was he thinking?? Surely he already had Malfoy in the palms of his hands! Harry blushed at that thought.
But what Harry didn't know, though, was that Neville did have love troubles, even though it was nothing like what Harry had. Neville thought for sure that Ginny would have met him the other night, but she never showed up. Neville figured that he must have not made it clear what day he wanted to have dinner with her, so he decided to ask her again later that day.
Suddenly, Ron screamed, getting everyone's heads to turn in their direction. It seemed, unfortunately, that Ron had found some sort of long-legged thing in the dirt. Ron took hold of a spade and started to whack at the ground repeatedly in a heated fury. Most of the class laughed. Harry cringed and tried to look concern for Ron, but he knew that Ron was over-reacting again. Hermione's brows furrowed at the sight, a bit embarrassed by the way Ron was handling things, and Neville was looking a bit scared himself.
"DIE! DIE! DIEEEEEE!!!"
"Okay, Ron! It's dead! You can stop now!" Hermione shouted.
Ron leapt into Hermione's arms and buried his head into her bosom. "OH … MY… GOD… OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD… !"
"Mr. Weasley? What seems to be the trouble?"
"Sp-sp-sp-spider!!" Ron pointed down at the ground with a shaky hand. "S-spider!"
Professor Sprout leaned closer to the ground to inspect what was left of the little creature. Suddenly she laughed.
"That wasn't a spider, Mr. Weasley!"
"It wasn't?" Ron blinked.
"Oh, heavens, no. That was a Mooncalf."
Ron sighed in relief. "Oh."
"Ron!" Hermione gasped, "You killed a Mooncalf!" She wretched his arms from around her neck.
"I'm sorry! I thought it was a spider!"
Harry held in the urge to laugh.
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No one knew just what they were going to do that day, but Draco didn't care. All he wanted to do now was cuddle up in Harry's arms and never leave. He wasn't sure, if at first, Harry was letting him kiss him out of sympathy with the whole Azkaban ordeal, but then he thought: "This was Harry Potter. If he didn't like you, he'd let you know." And if he didn't want to kiss you, he'd definitely let you know.
Draco, Blaise, andTheodore sauntered up to the portrait of the Fat Lady. Draco smiled at her, putting on the charm as well as he could.
"Liondragon."
"Don't stay long, Mr. Malfoy." The Fat Lady said as she swung open.
"Of course not." Draco said, smirking. The three Slytherins entered the lion's den, as they liked to call it.
As they 'slithered' into the common room, they saw Harry, Ron, Hermione, Seamus, and Dean. Hermione had one of her textbooks out, a look of concentration etched on her face. Ron was playing Exploding Snap with Harry, and Seamus was feeding Dean grapes as they lounged on the loveseat.
There was an explosion, and Ron blinked in astonishment. "You beat me again, Harry! No fair!"
Harry laughed.
Draco motioned for them to follow his lead. Blaise was friendly with the Gryffindors, but Nott was still quite the Slytherin when it came to them. He was shaking his head with distaste and frowning at Draco. The blond didn't care whatTheodore thought. He wanted to be with his boyfriend tonight, but he didn't want to be overrun with them. It would still be too many if it were just he and Blaise.
Draco cleared his throat to announce his arrival. All of the Gryffindors' heads turned to stare. Many didn't mind seeing Draco in their common room, since they knew that he was with Harry, but they didn't know Blaise andTheo that well. They eyed the other Slytherins with a wary look.
Blaise took something out from his robe and then his wand. He enounced the engorgio spell to enlarge it. Blaise presented it to them all with a small smile, "Er, peace offering?" he said, setting it down between the two couches that separated the five Gryffindors. Hermione's brows shot up, Ron looked confused, Harry was smiling, and Seamus and Dean were shocked. Blaise had brought a huge basket filled with fruits, sweets, teabags, and other little knickknacks. It was all wrapped up in plastic and tied with a green and red bow.
"Wow," said Harry, "Thank you, Blaise."
Blaise bowed elegantly, "You're welcome, Harry."
Seamus stood and picked up the basket. "Flashing Licorice Wands! Fudge flies… Pink Coconut Ice Squares… Ice Mice… Exploding Bonbons… Every Flavour Beans… pears, bananas, kiwi, guava, figs, cherries, papayas, peaches… oh my God- miniature scented candles! This basket has almost everything!"
"That was very nice of you guys." Hermione said.
"You're welcome, Granger." Draco said. He watched with a smile as Seamus ripped open the bag. It seemed he wanted to get at something inside. Draco walked over to where Harry was sitting next to Ron, and he plopped down into his lap. "Hello, love. Miss me?" he leaned forward to capture Harry's lips with his. Harry blushed bright red.
"Have you no decency?" Ron huffed.
"More than you'll ever have."
"Draco!" Harry whapped him lightly on the shoulder.
"But… he was being mean first!"
"You still didn't have to say that," Harry said. His eyes were dark with swirls of green. Draco loved looking into Harry's eyes when he was cross with him. They would darken, and his irises would dance ever so slightly as he glared. Draco continued to stare, studying the deepness of Harry's eyes until Harry would break the not-really-magical spell that was burning between them. "What?" Harry's brows lifted slightly, not so knitted.
Draco leaned closer, their foreheads and noses touching. He could feel Harry's soft locks on his bare forehead. He moved slightly more to the left, and then finally felt the distinctive mark against him. Draco smiled slightly, loving the warm proximity of their bodies and faces. He finally let himself breath.
"You've got the most beautiful eyes…"
Harry gasped softly, cheeks tinting slowly at first, and finally his entire face was bright pink. Harry could even feel the back of his neck heating up, especially how Draco was looking at him now- with a more predatory gleam in his gray-blue eyes. Draco's eyes were usually cold, like steel or ice, but they were stormy with what Harry figured was yearning. They were like rain clouds; with hints of blue- blue skies with dark clouds- or smoky, from a bright blue fire. Seeking and determined.
Draco leaned even further, and their lips met in an oh-so-incredibly-soft kiss. They tuned out the others, and the others knew this as they watched. Ron had looked away in embarrassment, but Hermione and the others were in awe at the scene. Blaise knew now, just by that simple act, that Draco really was in love. There was no doubt about it now. He hoped that that was the way it was for Harry as well.
Harry leaned back, taking Draco with him, sinking deeper into the couch. They held one another, continuing to kiss softly, eyes finally falling shut. Harry tightened his grip around Draco's waist, pulling him as close as he could into his body. Draco practically melted in Harry's embrace, his chest constricting as he felt it, finally, for the first time: His heart was bursting with that wonderful feeling, that feeling that he had always had for the Gryffindor, beating stronger. And they had witnesses. Draco smirked at that thought.
He let go of Harry's lips to turn his head and look at everyone with amusement. Many turned their heads, faces going red from getting caught staring. He chuckled.
"You have all just witnessed history in the making."
"We have?" Hermione said, blinking.
"Yes. If you look closely, you can see that my chest has just burst wide open and spilt itself all over Harry."
Ron cocked his head. "I don't get it."
"Oh!" Seamus beamed, "That's so sweet!"
"What?" Ron looked at them, confused, "I don't understand, what's going on?"
Hermione suddenly started to blink away tears. "Oh, how wonderful!"
"You're not saying what I think you're saying," said Nott, "Are you, Draco?"
"Probably. If you understood what I meant."
"I understood." Blaise said, winking, "Loud and clear, buddy."
"Draco…" Harry said, getting his boyfriend's attention, "Does this have to do with… love?"
"Why, I do believe you've got it, Harry."
Harry smiled so hard he had small tears forming off the sides of his eyes. He couldn't believe his ears. Draco had just admitted to love, of all things. AND Draco called him by his first name- for the first time since they've been going out. As far as Harry recalled.
"Oh… my… god…" Ron moaned, "You're being mushy! Ugh! No offense or anything, Harry, but mushy love with Malfoy isn't what I need to know about."
"Well, I'm sorry, Ron, but I'm happy. Even more so now."
"I'm happy for you, Harry!" Hermione smiled.
"Me too, Harry," said Seamus.
"And I," said Dean.
"I am very happy for you two." Blaise said. He elbowed Nott in the ribs.
"Ow. Yeah, I'm happy for you too, Draco." Nott said, pouting.
"Thank you, everyone."
There was a pause.
"I'm still slightly confused." Ron said.
"Well, basically Draco had just given me his heart." Harry said.
"And soul." said Draco, "Don't forget soul."
"Yes. Heart and soul."
"Are you two getting married now, or something?" Seamus asked, grinning.
Harry and Draco looked at each other, first in confusion, then their looks softened considerably. Harry broke first, chuckling. Draco followed suit, and their laughter grew.
"You never know." Draco said, wiggling his eyebrows.
TBC
Edit: Changed Nott's first name.