"Now how do I get this to work?" Draco Malfoy asked himself as he shook a cubed like object which he THOUGHT held the soul of the late Harry Potter, who, if you didn't catch it, was dead because Draco had killed him.
Apparently reading Harry's story "Harry and Draco get it on the Pepsi Factory" had changed the way he looked at the gangly mussed up hair boy. He may not like the guy, but in truth, he really wanted to get in on that Sexy Pepsi Action.
Draco sighed and threw the soul cube at the wall, why did he ever think that any of his plans would go right? Obviously there was some dissonance in the room either from the Anger of the Late Harry Potter, or from the Moths Antennae, and the cube wouldn't work unless it was in a perfectly peaceful place.
That means that the cube hardly ever (maybe the word never is more suitable) worked because people are usually all torn up about dying. I mean. . . it's the end of your life. Are you supposed to take that lightly and peacefully? Of course not.
Now you may be wondering what this cube IS. It's actually called a Soul Cube, and if you haven't caught on, it captures the souls of those who are recently dead, so that you may be able to bring them back. Most unfortunately it seems as though it didn't work because A) The cube wasn't glowing. It's supposed to glow
B) the discord and conflict in the room
C) There was a chip in the cube.
Hmmmm. . . maybe if he lit the cube on fire. . .
. . .
alright bad plan.
There was only one choice left, Kill the moths, and hope that the less souls there are in the room, the easier it will be to capture the soul of Harry before it drifts off into who-knows-where.
Draco picked up a book from Harry's table (Noble House) and methodically thwacked every single moth in that room. And there were a lot of moths.
"Bleck. . . ooooooooooooooh!" Draco looked at the book in disgust, and then noticed his lovely cube glowing. Bahaha, he was a genius. He took the cube, ran over to the late Harry Potter's body, and stuffed it down his throat. Not an easy feat, since the cube was about 2 inches on each side, and Harry's throat was a bit dry due to decomposition.
Instantly there began a change. Infact that change went along the lines of Harry getting up, staring quizzically at Draco, shrugging, grabbing Draco and kissing him passionately on the lips.
Draco being a hormonal teenage boy, kissed back.
"Oh Potter."
"Oh Draco."
"OH POTTER."
"OH DRACO."
"Hey, stop tickling me behind my ear. I'm fine with kissing the enemy, but being tickled by him is going a bit far," Draco sniffed.
"I'm not tickling you," Harry withdrew with a confused look on his face.
Draco just stared at him with a horrific look on his face.
"What, do I have something on my face?" Harry reached up towards his face.
"You could say that," Draco scrambled backwards to the wall.
"Eh?"
"Look in a mirror Potter," Draco said, flicking on a nearby lamp.
"OOOH LIGHT!" Harry immediately moved towards the light.
"No no a mirror," Draco said pushing him towards the mirror on his dresser.
"No I want to stay by the light!" Harry protested.
"MIRROR!"
"LIGHT!"
"Oh god, it's getting worse." Draco put his hands over his eyes.
"What?! What's wrong? What's getting worse?" Harry said pressing his face up near the glow of the lamp.
"If you go near a white wall I'll have to kill you again," Draco threatened.
"What?"
"Just come look in the goddamn mirror," Draco said picking up the lamp and bringing it towards the lamp. Harry of course followed the light.
"Now look," Draco pointed at the mirror. What Harry saw sort of horrified him.
He was looking at himself. . . but he looked quite a bit different from what he used to look like. His eyes for one, were actually hundreds of eyes in one big clump. He had antennae, and unfortunately his whole body was green. Just like the moth who was camouflaging into the white wall.
"I must have captured your soul, along with the hundred or so moths that I killed." Draco shrugged.
"IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?!" Harry asked.
"Well. . . I did bring you back so we could have a quick shag, like the one you wrote in your story, but now that I've seen you. . . I don't think I really want to anymore." Draco said, turning to walk out the door.
"If you leave me like this, I'll get my revenge. Oh believe me Malfoy, I will." Harry shook his fist.
Draco laughed and left.
"Oh shit," Harry said as the door closed, and he heard his Uncle Vernon wake up and begin to start the new day.
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A/N I was really bored.. and I thought I'd continue this.
Apparently reading Harry's story "Harry and Draco get it on the Pepsi Factory" had changed the way he looked at the gangly mussed up hair boy. He may not like the guy, but in truth, he really wanted to get in on that Sexy Pepsi Action.
Draco sighed and threw the soul cube at the wall, why did he ever think that any of his plans would go right? Obviously there was some dissonance in the room either from the Anger of the Late Harry Potter, or from the Moths Antennae, and the cube wouldn't work unless it was in a perfectly peaceful place.
That means that the cube hardly ever (maybe the word never is more suitable) worked because people are usually all torn up about dying. I mean. . . it's the end of your life. Are you supposed to take that lightly and peacefully? Of course not.
Now you may be wondering what this cube IS. It's actually called a Soul Cube, and if you haven't caught on, it captures the souls of those who are recently dead, so that you may be able to bring them back. Most unfortunately it seems as though it didn't work because A) The cube wasn't glowing. It's supposed to glow
B) the discord and conflict in the room
C) There was a chip in the cube.
Hmmmm. . . maybe if he lit the cube on fire. . .
. . .
alright bad plan.
There was only one choice left, Kill the moths, and hope that the less souls there are in the room, the easier it will be to capture the soul of Harry before it drifts off into who-knows-where.
Draco picked up a book from Harry's table (Noble House) and methodically thwacked every single moth in that room. And there were a lot of moths.
"Bleck. . . ooooooooooooooh!" Draco looked at the book in disgust, and then noticed his lovely cube glowing. Bahaha, he was a genius. He took the cube, ran over to the late Harry Potter's body, and stuffed it down his throat. Not an easy feat, since the cube was about 2 inches on each side, and Harry's throat was a bit dry due to decomposition.
Instantly there began a change. Infact that change went along the lines of Harry getting up, staring quizzically at Draco, shrugging, grabbing Draco and kissing him passionately on the lips.
Draco being a hormonal teenage boy, kissed back.
"Oh Potter."
"Oh Draco."
"OH POTTER."
"OH DRACO."
"Hey, stop tickling me behind my ear. I'm fine with kissing the enemy, but being tickled by him is going a bit far," Draco sniffed.
"I'm not tickling you," Harry withdrew with a confused look on his face.
Draco just stared at him with a horrific look on his face.
"What, do I have something on my face?" Harry reached up towards his face.
"You could say that," Draco scrambled backwards to the wall.
"Eh?"
"Look in a mirror Potter," Draco said, flicking on a nearby lamp.
"OOOH LIGHT!" Harry immediately moved towards the light.
"No no a mirror," Draco said pushing him towards the mirror on his dresser.
"No I want to stay by the light!" Harry protested.
"MIRROR!"
"LIGHT!"
"Oh god, it's getting worse." Draco put his hands over his eyes.
"What?! What's wrong? What's getting worse?" Harry said pressing his face up near the glow of the lamp.
"If you go near a white wall I'll have to kill you again," Draco threatened.
"What?"
"Just come look in the goddamn mirror," Draco said picking up the lamp and bringing it towards the lamp. Harry of course followed the light.
"Now look," Draco pointed at the mirror. What Harry saw sort of horrified him.
He was looking at himself. . . but he looked quite a bit different from what he used to look like. His eyes for one, were actually hundreds of eyes in one big clump. He had antennae, and unfortunately his whole body was green. Just like the moth who was camouflaging into the white wall.
"I must have captured your soul, along with the hundred or so moths that I killed." Draco shrugged.
"IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?!" Harry asked.
"Well. . . I did bring you back so we could have a quick shag, like the one you wrote in your story, but now that I've seen you. . . I don't think I really want to anymore." Draco said, turning to walk out the door.
"If you leave me like this, I'll get my revenge. Oh believe me Malfoy, I will." Harry shook his fist.
Draco laughed and left.
"Oh shit," Harry said as the door closed, and he heard his Uncle Vernon wake up and begin to start the new day.
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A/N I was really bored.. and I thought I'd continue this.