Physical
By Trephinia Cealyn
A/N: I'm just flying along with this slash! It's amazing… I wish I could write my own story at this pace. Thank you reviewers! And the newly resurrected Night Spirit! May you stay in contact, heh! O DIMU AIE! Well just read you guys… and of course review.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, which there isn't one yet.
Chapter 5 – I Want You Hot In My Arms
"Harry you have to eat something!" Hermione said trying to shove a sausage down his throat.
Harry pushed her away. "I told you I ate earlier."
"Fine. When you collapse off of your broom during the match don't complain to me!"
"Wasn't planning on it."
"Harry you have to beat Hufflepuff today." Ron said chewing rather loudly on eggs.
Harry nodded, "I know."
Draco chose this time to walk by, "Yes Potter—please win so I can beat you later."
"Slimy git," Ron muttered at Draco's back.
Harry grabbed a piece of toast and stood up, "I have to go get ready." He said running out.
"Harry hates toast," Hermione said more to herself than to anyone else.
Harry made his way through the Entrance Hall and was grabbed rather harshly by his elbow and pulled into a corner. Smiling to himself when he felt Draco kissing the back of his neck he pulled away and offered the toast.
"For me?"
Harry nodded.
"Thanks," Draco said and snatched the toast up, "They give you guy's better toast."
"Who does?" Harry asked nuzzling himself into Draco.
"I'm trying to eat Potter." Draco said between mouthfuls, "The House Elves. They like you better."
"Oh?"
"Our toast is burnt, no charred."
"I hate toast."
Draco pulled away in shock, "You hate toast?!" Harry nodded, "Do you like bread?" Harry nodded again, "I don't see the difference."
"Well toast is all… crunchy and bread is… well not and shit I have to go." Harry ran towards the stadium.
"Hey Potter!" Harry turned around to run backwards, "Good luck."
"Thanks Malfoy!"
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Harry edged slowly away from the crowd celebrating Gryffindor's victory. Halfway to the portrait and moving fast he expected to be out in an hour or two and safely in the Astronomy Tower.
"Where are you going?" Hermione asked icily, she stood next to the portrait hole, arms crossed, and a frown on her face.
Harry ran a hand nervously through his hair, "Erm… I uh… wanted to take a walk, you know fresh air."
"You are a horrible liar," Hermione glared at him, "you've been acting strange."
Harry took a deep breath and tried to curd his anger, "You wouldn't understand."
"Try me."
"Jesus Hermione! Do you have to know everything?"
"Don't you swear at me Harry."
"Jesus, you are the definition of annoying."
"You don't have to mock me. Ever since you started dating Ginny you've been acting horrid!"
"Don't involve Ginny in this."
"Why not? She's obviously the one who started this."
"Yes, Hermione I convinced Harry that you were a horrible nosy brat." Ginny retorted scathingly, "and I thought we were friends."
"Oh Ginny!" Hermione said trying to recover. "Didn't know you where standing there."
"Stay out of this Ginny."
"Fine." Ginny said, "I was only trying to help."
"Well do it someplace else." Hermione snapped, "This doesn't concern children."
Ginny stared at her for a few moments. Harry watched as the anger slowly seeped out and she lunged at Hermione attempting to choke her.
"YOU WANT CHILDISH!" Ginny screamed.
Hermione let out what sounded like a growl and dragged her fingernails across Ginny's cheeks, "Cold bitch."
"I thought I was a child Hermione!" Ginny hissed digging her thumbnails into Hermione's throat. "Isn't that right? A child! CHILD!
Hermione pushed Ginny off and tackled her using one hand to pull on her hair and the other to slam her repeatedly on the floor.
Harry tried to stop them but only got a kick in the shins for his efforts.
"Stay out of this Harry." Ginny snarled. She raked her fingernails across Hermione cheek drawing blood.
"Perfectus Totalus," a pair of voices shouted, Fred and George held their wands pointed respectively at Hermione and Ginny, "Alright Harry help us get them separated."
"Should we take them to the hospital wing?" Harry asked nervously pulling Ginny away from Hermione.
"No," Fred, or George, replied, "They'd get in trouble. Jest you hold on to Ginny and we'll hold on to Hermione."
They undid the charm and immediately Ginny attempted to attack Hermione who attempted to attack Ginny. Harry had some trouble holding on to Ginny who was doing her very best to get free but the twins had no problem holding on to Hermione, seeing as how there are two of them.
"Hold it hold it," George said over their screams. "you are friends; you can't tell me you'd throw all that away for Harry? I mean I know he's a great guy and all, and he won the Quidditch match…"
Ginny and Hermione interrupted them with their laughing.
"You mean you think…"
"… I like Harry…"
Harry feigned confusion. "Then why are you?" George prompted.
"She called me a child." Ginny replied crossing her arms, Harry had let go of her after she stopped struggling.
Hermione turned her back, "She's manipulating Harry."
"Oh both of you grow up." Harry shouted, "Ginny's not manipulating me, and Ginny you've been acting like a child all night." Harry stormed out but not before catching Ginny's wink out of the corner of his eye.
"You're going to take that?" Hermione asked as Ginny didn't seem to be offended by his 'insult'.
Ginny shrugged, "What can I say Hermione? You're just an offensive person."
Hermione huffed and stomped off.
Fred and George exchanged looks of confusion.
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"What took so long Potter?" Draco asked coldly holding Harry's arms above his head and teasing him with his malicious tongue.
Harry squirmed under Draco's attentions to his neck, "Ginny staged a fight with Hermione so that I could sneak out under the pretense of being disgusted by her childishness."
"Extravagant," Draco purred and flicked Harry's neck with his tongue, "I like it. My influence is rubbing off on you."
"I know," Harry struggled to get free, "and Hermione's noticed although she thinks its Ginny's influence."
"You would have made a wonderful Slytherin."
Draco nipped his ear. Harry moaned in pleasure.
"You have no idea."