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Harry was sitting at the Gryffindor table, half listening to Hermione and Ron's argument about house elves. He was really getting bored. He had been listening to Ron and Hermione rant on for 15 minutes and was getting so sick of it that he would have strangled them both just so they would shut up. Harry, to distract himself from this instinct, started toying with his food. He had long since given up on trying to have a part in the argument/conversation because anything he said either made them both yell at him or else it would start an entirely new branch of the argument.
Finally he could not take it anymore. He got up, picked up his bag, and started to walk away. "Where are you going," asked Hermione. "Gryffindor Tower," he replied shortly. He felt to exasperated and irritated because of bored-dum to care much.
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Draco was bored. No, not just bored, bored out of his mind bored. So bored he was ready to start smacking his head against the table just to have something to do. He probably would not have been so bored, however it was impossible to have an intelligent conversation at the Slytherin table. Crabb and Goyle were too stupid to even recognize that someone was addressing them, Pansy Parkinson was unable to stop giggling, nor for that matter could any Slytherin girl, and the rest of the people there were too young to hold a conversation with, or older which made them think they knew everything. It's not as though there was anything to talk about anyway. The last knew from Voldemort was that he had gotten sick of trying to take over the world and that he was currently living on a remote island studding the refined art of table dancing.
Draco, having had enough, got up from the table and walked towards the door. On his way he tripped over the hem of his robe and fell. Getting up he noticed that several people were looking at him. Cho, the Ravenclaw seeker, who recently had gone completely goth after Harry's rejection of her, laughed at him and said, "Stupid, clumsy boy seeker." "Boy seeker?" said Draco in puzzlement. "Of course," said Cho, "All male seekers are foolish, clumsy, idiots." "Can't she think of anything better than that?"
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Harry had been almost to the door when he heard Cho's comment. "Oh really," he said, turning back, " If that's so than why is it that the boy seekers, notice that s is plural because we are better, always beat the girl seeker, notice that is singular because girls aren't as good?" "Is that a challenge," Cho said scathingly. "Where in the hell did she get that idea?" "Why would we challenge you? We are both way stronger." "Wait, why did I just say we?" "Care to prove it? I bet I can beat both of you in a broom hanging competition" replied Cho. Harry had no idea what a broom hanging competition was but he could probably figure it out. Before he could reply Draco interrupted, "Fine. What's the wager?" "The side that looses has to. spend tonight in the Forbidden Forrest." "You're on," replied Draco. "On the field with your brooms in 10 minutes," said Cho. Little did Harry or Draco know, she had been a broom hanging champion since she was six.
Harry arrived at the field before either of the others. He did not have to wait long however. Without a word Draco and Cho both mounted their brooms and flew several feet I the air. Harry followed suit. When they where all in the air Cho said "We'll swing down on the count of three then." Harry was about to ask what to do but Cho had already started counting. "Three," Cho said, and both Draco and Cho swung down from their brooms so that they were hanging on to the broom with there hands. Harry immediately followed.
Harry felt like he had been there for ages, but knew it could not have been more than a minute or so. Cho was gritting her teeth in the effort of hanging on. Harry looked at Draco and saw him starting to slip. Suddenly Draco's grip broke and he fell. Suddenly Harry felt sorry for Draco and let go to so he would not have to take all the shame of loosing to Cho. "Why the hell did I do that?" he thought.
Cho came down with a look of mad superiority. "Okay," she said, "when you get half way to the Forrest shoot sparks so I know it's you. I'll watch out of the window at 8:00." With a look of extreme arrogance she walked away. "Who is she to issue orders?" he thought.
At 8:00 Harry when down to the entrance hall. Draco was already there and they both left the castle in silence. Harry still was worried about this and had it not been for the fact that he could not bear the shame of refusing the consequences of the bet, he would not have come. Draco stopped abruptly. "What is it?" said Harry. Draco did not reply but put his wand up in the air and fired red sparks. He then continued forward.
They had been traveling for quite a while now and were in a dense part of the Forrest. Draco's eyes had been darting around and he looked extremely nervous. "Why don't we stop here," Harry said. "You can stop here but I'm going on," replied Draco. "Idiot," said Harry throwing himself down on the ground, "if we don't stick together we are more likely to be attacked and killed."
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"He has a point," thought Draco. "Fine," he snapped and sat down next to Harry.
They had been sitting there for 15 minutes when Draco became aware of how cold it was. He shivered. Then he looked up to see if Harry had seen. He had. "Here," said Harry, offering half of the blanket he had brought with him. "I don't need it, Potter," Draco snapped. "Ohh, but think of the warmth," said Harry tantalizingly, "think of how cozy you could be. Think of how warm you could feel. Think of how cold you feel right now. Think of how the air is sucking the heat out of your skin." "Alright," snapped Draco. And he moved a little closer to Harry so he could get under the blanket.
He felt the warmth generating from Harry's body and inched closer, trying to gather some of the warmth. After a few minutes of sitting there, Draco became attentive to the fact that he was very sleepy. A few minutes later he was fast asleep.
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Harry felt the warmth generating from Draco's body and moved closer. "Why in the friging world did I give him half the blanket?" he thought, "I don't care whether or not he freezes. Or do I?" Harry looked at Draco's handsome face and his sleek blonde hair. "He's not that bad. In fact when he's not mouthing off, he is kind of cute. wAiT a minute! What am I thinking?! He's a stupid, jerky, evil, black hearted, ugly, silver haired git. He probably dyes his hair anyway. It looks ridiculous. No normal person has hair that col." Harry was jerked out of his train of thought by a clicking noise and the faint sound of voices nearby. "*Click.* * Click.* *Click.* I definitely smell human around here. *Click.* *Click.* *Click*." That voice sounded awfully familiar. "Draco," whispered Harry. Draco jerked awake. "What was the idea of waking me Potter?" he snapped. Harry tried to shush him but it was too late. Suddenly to Harry's left, four gigantic spiders came out of the trees. "*Click.* *Click.* It's him!" yelled the biggest spider. "The one who escaped us 4 years ago! *Click.* *Click.* Kill them!"
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Okay so there is the first chapter. People, please review. Even if you don't really care whether I continue this fic or not, think of how your review will help anyone who does want me to continue. REVIEWS=CHAPTERS Any type of review is welcome. I reserve the write to flame back at people who flame but all constructive criticism, suggestions, or people saying they want me to write more would be wonderful.
Next order of business. THIS FIC IS A SLASH. If you think slashes are messed up and wrong and intend to leave a flame review please be ready for me to flame back.
If you have read and accepted the above continue to the story.
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Harry was sitting at the Gryffindor table, half listening to Hermione and Ron's argument about house elves. He was really getting bored. He had been listening to Ron and Hermione rant on for 15 minutes and was getting so sick of it that he would have strangled them both just so they would shut up. Harry, to distract himself from this instinct, started toying with his food. He had long since given up on trying to have a part in the argument/conversation because anything he said either made them both yell at him or else it would start an entirely new branch of the argument.
Finally he could not take it anymore. He got up, picked up his bag, and started to walk away. "Where are you going," asked Hermione. "Gryffindor Tower," he replied shortly. He felt to exasperated and irritated because of bored-dum to care much.
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Draco was bored. No, not just bored, bored out of his mind bored. So bored he was ready to start smacking his head against the table just to have something to do. He probably would not have been so bored, however it was impossible to have an intelligent conversation at the Slytherin table. Crabb and Goyle were too stupid to even recognize that someone was addressing them, Pansy Parkinson was unable to stop giggling, nor for that matter could any Slytherin girl, and the rest of the people there were too young to hold a conversation with, or older which made them think they knew everything. It's not as though there was anything to talk about anyway. The last knew from Voldemort was that he had gotten sick of trying to take over the world and that he was currently living on a remote island studding the refined art of table dancing.
Draco, having had enough, got up from the table and walked towards the door. On his way he tripped over the hem of his robe and fell. Getting up he noticed that several people were looking at him. Cho, the Ravenclaw seeker, who recently had gone completely goth after Harry's rejection of her, laughed at him and said, "Stupid, clumsy boy seeker." "Boy seeker?" said Draco in puzzlement. "Of course," said Cho, "All male seekers are foolish, clumsy, idiots." "Can't she think of anything better than that?"
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Harry had been almost to the door when he heard Cho's comment. "Oh really," he said, turning back, " If that's so than why is it that the boy seekers, notice that s is plural because we are better, always beat the girl seeker, notice that is singular because girls aren't as good?" "Is that a challenge," Cho said scathingly. "Where in the hell did she get that idea?" "Why would we challenge you? We are both way stronger." "Wait, why did I just say we?" "Care to prove it? I bet I can beat both of you in a broom hanging competition" replied Cho. Harry had no idea what a broom hanging competition was but he could probably figure it out. Before he could reply Draco interrupted, "Fine. What's the wager?" "The side that looses has to. spend tonight in the Forbidden Forrest." "You're on," replied Draco. "On the field with your brooms in 10 minutes," said Cho. Little did Harry or Draco know, she had been a broom hanging champion since she was six.
Harry arrived at the field before either of the others. He did not have to wait long however. Without a word Draco and Cho both mounted their brooms and flew several feet I the air. Harry followed suit. When they where all in the air Cho said "We'll swing down on the count of three then." Harry was about to ask what to do but Cho had already started counting. "Three," Cho said, and both Draco and Cho swung down from their brooms so that they were hanging on to the broom with there hands. Harry immediately followed.
Harry felt like he had been there for ages, but knew it could not have been more than a minute or so. Cho was gritting her teeth in the effort of hanging on. Harry looked at Draco and saw him starting to slip. Suddenly Draco's grip broke and he fell. Suddenly Harry felt sorry for Draco and let go to so he would not have to take all the shame of loosing to Cho. "Why the hell did I do that?" he thought.
Cho came down with a look of mad superiority. "Okay," she said, "when you get half way to the Forrest shoot sparks so I know it's you. I'll watch out of the window at 8:00." With a look of extreme arrogance she walked away. "Who is she to issue orders?" he thought.
At 8:00 Harry when down to the entrance hall. Draco was already there and they both left the castle in silence. Harry still was worried about this and had it not been for the fact that he could not bear the shame of refusing the consequences of the bet, he would not have come. Draco stopped abruptly. "What is it?" said Harry. Draco did not reply but put his wand up in the air and fired red sparks. He then continued forward.
They had been traveling for quite a while now and were in a dense part of the Forrest. Draco's eyes had been darting around and he looked extremely nervous. "Why don't we stop here," Harry said. "You can stop here but I'm going on," replied Draco. "Idiot," said Harry throwing himself down on the ground, "if we don't stick together we are more likely to be attacked and killed."
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"He has a point," thought Draco. "Fine," he snapped and sat down next to Harry.
They had been sitting there for 15 minutes when Draco became aware of how cold it was. He shivered. Then he looked up to see if Harry had seen. He had. "Here," said Harry, offering half of the blanket he had brought with him. "I don't need it, Potter," Draco snapped. "Ohh, but think of the warmth," said Harry tantalizingly, "think of how cozy you could be. Think of how warm you could feel. Think of how cold you feel right now. Think of how the air is sucking the heat out of your skin." "Alright," snapped Draco. And he moved a little closer to Harry so he could get under the blanket.
He felt the warmth generating from Harry's body and inched closer, trying to gather some of the warmth. After a few minutes of sitting there, Draco became attentive to the fact that he was very sleepy. A few minutes later he was fast asleep.
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Harry felt the warmth generating from Draco's body and moved closer. "Why in the friging world did I give him half the blanket?" he thought, "I don't care whether or not he freezes. Or do I?" Harry looked at Draco's handsome face and his sleek blonde hair. "He's not that bad. In fact when he's not mouthing off, he is kind of cute. wAiT a minute! What am I thinking?! He's a stupid, jerky, evil, black hearted, ugly, silver haired git. He probably dyes his hair anyway. It looks ridiculous. No normal person has hair that col." Harry was jerked out of his train of thought by a clicking noise and the faint sound of voices nearby. "*Click.* * Click.* *Click.* I definitely smell human around here. *Click.* *Click.* *Click*." That voice sounded awfully familiar. "Draco," whispered Harry. Draco jerked awake. "What was the idea of waking me Potter?" he snapped. Harry tried to shush him but it was too late. Suddenly to Harry's left, four gigantic spiders came out of the trees. "*Click.* *Click.* It's him!" yelled the biggest spider. "The one who escaped us 4 years ago! *Click.* *Click.* Kill them!"
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Okay so there is the first chapter. People, please review. Even if you don't really care whether I continue this fic or not, think of how your review will help anyone who does want me to continue. REVIEWS=CHAPTERS Any type of review is welcome. I reserve the write to flame back at people who flame but all constructive criticism, suggestions, or people saying they want me to write more would be wonderful.