Author's note: hi!!! new chapter here!!! sorry I couldn't update sooner,
I'm very busy with schoolwork and such. Enjoy!!
SLEEPING BLONDE BEAUTY
Under the moonlight.
"Well, today was a really strange day."
It had been several hours since Dumbledore called the afternoon off from giving kisses, and the gryffindors were back at their house. Harry and Ron were laying on two sofas after Harry's short session of flying, hiding away from Malfoys and kisses and affected declarations of love. To evade from the world. And now, Harry had showered, was wearing very fashionable clothes(he had stopped wearing Dudley's horrendous ones when he had entered adolescence and had become worried about his appearance)and smelling of Dean's birthday gift, a cologne that smelled of vanilla, very original; he was trying to engage Ron into a conversation, something that was being really hard. The red head was in his little own world.
"Really strange" said the bespectacled boy, louder, getting a bit angry at being ignored "Hey, Ron!!! At least PRETEND to pay attention, will you?"
Ron stayed where he was(in his little, little world).No, really, the freckled boy was thinking about a few hours ago...****************flashback*********************
Hermione was at the High Table, near an altar of stone were a sleeping blonde(beauty) was laying. Down there, Harry was trying to calm a very pissed off Ron.
"Calm down, Ron!! It's not as if she's going to marry him!!!"
"The horror!!! OF COURSE not, Harry. That pansy ferret with." he lowered his voice "My Mione. You know, Harry. She's worth much more than him, than me and everyone. She's just perfect."
"I know, Ron, and she does, too."
Hermione cleared her throat and Ron tensed, preparing himself to hear poetry worshipping Malfoy's undeniable good physique.
" 'Malfoy, your skin is like velvet.and you're like a ferret'"-improvised Hermione.
Ron blinked. He wasn't expecting that. Harry burst out laughing. Hermione leaned forward, pecked Draco on the lips and looked up, smuggly.
"Come on, Ron(A.N: hey! that rhymed!).Surely, you weren't expecting I would declaim poetry to Malfoy, were you? That would be gross" She looked thoughtful "Even if he's hot."
"What was that?" asked Harry.
"Nothing, nothing" Hermione climbed down and walked to the red head "On the other hand, I know a lot that rhyme with and . Want to hear them?-and she smiled with that particular smile referred as "flirty" that boys like Ron never understand.
Well. That wasn't expected, as well.
Harry laughed:
"Ron, you look like a goldfish" the red head closed his mouth, embarrassed. Mione winked at him.
"Even with I could find something to rhyme."
"Uhhhh..right" uncomfortable silence "Let's go.anywhere but here. Yeah, that's it. There are some people who want to stay here too-and he walked away really fast."
Harry walked to the girl.
"Nothing, Herm. He wouldn't get it even if Crabbe and Goyle danced naked the Macarena on the Gryffindor table showing colourful letters saying it" Harry grinned.
"I don't know what you're talking about-said the girl, evasively "And god, Harry.Crabbe and Goyle dancing.?Ugh!! What have you been smoking? That's something I could live happily without .Happier than now" She breathed "Argh!! I'll have nightmares for a month!!! I can't stop thinking about it!!! You're a sick bastard!!!" She walked away, complaining about sick friends with twisted minds. Harry only laughed. He remembered a godfather telling him something like that about a certain potions professor.*****************************************
"Rooooooooooonnn!!!"
Ron awakened. He came back to the world of living. Whatever. The thing was that he was now paying attention to Harry.
"Hey, man, you had me really frightened here. I feared you had been petrified by the snake's poison" Harry had a mocking grin on his face. Seamus had it too:
"Tell us, Ron. How was it?"
"Yeah..how does your Prince in shinning armour kiss?" said Dean, feigning a shrill ,flirty voice. Everybody laughed. Everybody except Ron, that is.
"Ha-ha-ha. Really funny" said Ron sarcastically "Excuse me for not laughing harder."
"But Rooonnie..Malfoy is my true love!" continued Dean. More laughs.
"No, seriously, Ron"said a very cheerful Seamus "Blassie told me Draco kisses quite good. Does he?"
"Ahhhhh!!!!" exclaimed Neville, pointing an accusing finger to him "He gave a nickname to a slytherin!!!"
"Ahhhh!!!!" repeated everyone, feigning being sick.
"Yeah, all right. Blaise is really kind, you know. And he's hot."
"Sure" said Dean, feeling a bit jealous about his friend having someone now. Not that he wanted something with him. He liked girls. Very much "So, why don't you tell us, Seam?"
While Seamus began to tell a very vivid story, too much for Harry's liking(though Neville and Dean seemed to be having fun, making sick noises when it was suitable),the Gryffindor seeker turned to his friend.
"I'm going to Lupin's office."
"Isn't it a bit early?"asked his friend.
"It is, we arranged to meet later, but I'll be going before curfew. When I come back, I'll have the cloak so I won't have any problem. They have it" he said, seeing Ron's face "They borrowed it to do something to Snape a few weeks ago. I hope it hurt."
Ron agreed with him. So Harry took the Marauder's Map, bid farewell to Ron(Hermione had disappeared half an hour ago to chatter to the girl's dorm)and got out of the common room.**********************************************
It was near. He had been walking around the castle without getting in trouble and he intended to keep it that way. Curfew had been fifteen minutes ago. He arrived Lupin's office an hour earlier than arranged, so they'd have more time to chat.
There was the door. He was going to knock when he heard harsh movement inside. He got afraid. Would Lupin be in trouble? He pressed his ear to the door.
"Sev.
Harry froze. The voice, full of passion, lingered in his ears.
"Sev.Sev.*giggle*.Ouch! Not there!*giggle*I'm ticklish!!!"
Harry swallowed. What could he do? He had nowhere to go.
"Sev.Ouch! Sev.SEVERUS!!!"
Harry became deeply horrified. He didn't know where to go but he was sure it wasn't there. He galloped along an unknown corridor. He stopped and took out the Map.
Oh, no!! Filch was around the corner.
Harry panicked. He started to move really odd, gesticulating, not knowing what to do and he fell against the wall. When he could almost hear him caressing his cat, the wall broke and he fall into the darkness.*********************************
Harry awakened. Oh,god!! He was hurting everywhere!! He was hurting even in places he didn't know they existed. He touched his head. It hurt, too!!!
So, apart from entering a part of Snape's sexual life where he wouldn't have wanted to enter ever(and that would give him nightmares for a month- had Hermione planned it?)he had now a bump the size of a quidditch field. Great.
Not that he wanted to enter any part of Snape's sexual life. Or his life, for that matter.
Oh, God. He was talking nonsense.
And where the hell was he? Harry looked around and discovered he knew where he was. He just didn't know how had he got there. He looked to the ceiling. And he understood.
He had fallen down from a secret passage("It's not in the Map!I must tell Siri!")and now he was in the ground floor, where the Great Hall was. In one of the corridors full of maintenance closets.
*Well, now I only have to find the marble staircase and ascend until I reach Gryffindor Tower*, he thought. And he started to search.
He found it and was ascending when he heard noise at the top of the stairs. He hid in the shadows and pricked up his ears. Dirty songs. That was bad.
Peeves.
Harry climbed down immediately. Peeves couldn't mean something good to anyone(except if you were Sirius Black, who Peeves worshipped as a god).He took out the Map again. He was tracing another possible way when he saw it.
McGonagall's mote. Drawing near.
Peeves.
McGonagall.
Ummm.Great Hall. Great Hall?
Inside there he went, when he could almost hear her.*******************************************************************
The Great Hall was dark but moonlight entered by the large windows, making it quite poetic, in Harry's opinion.
The gryffindor walked inside. He was wondering where would he be more comfortable when he stopped.
But of course. How could have he forgot it when he had been there all afternoon because of him? He approached the altar of stone, with roses at its base. He was going to insult him and his family just for being there when he stopped breathing.
The creature up there couldn't be Malfoy. It just couldn't.
The golden hair was glowing under the moonlight, who played with it, making it gleam with impossible colours. It was walking across his face too, delighted with his immaculate white skin, stressing its softness. A little blush was what offered the moon a usually pale face. His ethereal and delicate body couldn't hide his undeniable masculinity.
"Silver is your color, Draco" said the boy, breathless.
In general, the sight was overwhelming, breathtaking. It made Malfoy appear like a heavenly creature, like an.
"Angel. You are an angel."
The boy's eyes were closed and, for the first time in his life, Harry wished them open, playing with the moonlight like his hair, glowing.
And his lips.Pink, sweet, soft. Nothing like the owner. And, at the same time, everything.
The lips.
They were soft. And sweet. They tasted like cherry. How delicious. His skin was warm. How could it be? He had been there all night, alone in the dark, cold. But he was warm. Not like his personality. And yes.
And the lips answered back. And they were tender. And expert. And magical. And they entwined with his' in a dream dance. For that was what it was for Harry.
*What am I doing?*, he thought, horrified. He backed away so impulsively that he fell to the other side of the altar, under it. And he stayed there, quite, hid.
Draco sat up with an exclamation. The door opened. Filch was there..
"Who's there?" he said with a very dark expression.
"I.I am" said Draco, with a low voice, still shocked.
"Ah.Mr. Malfoy. I see you have awakened. I told the Headmaster that you would do so when you wanted and kisses and such weren't necessary. Come with me. You have to go to sleep. Tomorrow you'll go and see the Headmaster.
Draco didn't seem to have listened. He touched his lips slightly, still in shock. Then he took a deep breath, becoming intoxicated with something, longing to have it completely.
"Mr. Malfoy?"
"Yeah.yes.yes, I'm going" the boy got up, with elegance. He walked to the door but, before going out, turned again:
"Vanilla" he said, sweetly. And he walked out.
Harry was breathing very hard. He had been holding his breath. What the hell happened? Had he kissed Malfoy? Oh my God!! why? was he ill? was he gay? was he insane?(A.N: probably.).
And the worse thing was he had awakened him!!!! What was the meaning of that? well, no, he knew that .The question was: why had it to be like that? a true love's kiss? He? to Malfoy(of all people)?he didn't even know what he was doing!!
And it was unnerving thinking about Draco SMILING before getting out and, he, Harry, couldn't stop thinking that he HAD to see that again.
A.N: the end(of the chapter).is it too sappy? what do you think? tell me, please!!! tomorrow I'll answer the reviews, today is very late!!!(it's 24:00 and I have classes tomorrow).
REVIEWS!!!!
SLEEPING BLONDE BEAUTY
Under the moonlight.
"Well, today was a really strange day."
It had been several hours since Dumbledore called the afternoon off from giving kisses, and the gryffindors were back at their house. Harry and Ron were laying on two sofas after Harry's short session of flying, hiding away from Malfoys and kisses and affected declarations of love. To evade from the world. And now, Harry had showered, was wearing very fashionable clothes(he had stopped wearing Dudley's horrendous ones when he had entered adolescence and had become worried about his appearance)and smelling of Dean's birthday gift, a cologne that smelled of vanilla, very original; he was trying to engage Ron into a conversation, something that was being really hard. The red head was in his little own world.
"Really strange" said the bespectacled boy, louder, getting a bit angry at being ignored "Hey, Ron!!! At least PRETEND to pay attention, will you?"
Ron stayed where he was(in his little, little world).No, really, the freckled boy was thinking about a few hours ago...****************flashback*********************
Hermione was at the High Table, near an altar of stone were a sleeping blonde(beauty) was laying. Down there, Harry was trying to calm a very pissed off Ron.
"Calm down, Ron!! It's not as if she's going to marry him!!!"
"The horror!!! OF COURSE not, Harry. That pansy ferret with." he lowered his voice "My Mione. You know, Harry. She's worth much more than him, than me and everyone. She's just perfect."
"I know, Ron, and she does, too."
Hermione cleared her throat and Ron tensed, preparing himself to hear poetry worshipping Malfoy's undeniable good physique.
" 'Malfoy, your skin is like velvet.and you're like a ferret'"-improvised Hermione.
Ron blinked. He wasn't expecting that. Harry burst out laughing. Hermione leaned forward, pecked Draco on the lips and looked up, smuggly.
"Come on, Ron(A.N: hey! that rhymed!).Surely, you weren't expecting I would declaim poetry to Malfoy, were you? That would be gross" She looked thoughtful "Even if he's hot."
"What was that?" asked Harry.
"Nothing, nothing" Hermione climbed down and walked to the red head "On the other hand, I know a lot that rhyme with and . Want to hear them?-and she smiled with that particular smile referred as "flirty" that boys like Ron never understand.
Well. That wasn't expected, as well.
Harry laughed:
"Ron, you look like a goldfish" the red head closed his mouth, embarrassed. Mione winked at him.
"Even with I could find something to rhyme."
"Uhhhh..right" uncomfortable silence "Let's go.anywhere but here. Yeah, that's it. There are some people who want to stay here too-and he walked away really fast."
Harry walked to the girl.
"Nothing, Herm. He wouldn't get it even if Crabbe and Goyle danced naked the Macarena on the Gryffindor table showing colourful letters saying it" Harry grinned.
"I don't know what you're talking about-said the girl, evasively "And god, Harry.Crabbe and Goyle dancing.?Ugh!! What have you been smoking? That's something I could live happily without .Happier than now" She breathed "Argh!! I'll have nightmares for a month!!! I can't stop thinking about it!!! You're a sick bastard!!!" She walked away, complaining about sick friends with twisted minds. Harry only laughed. He remembered a godfather telling him something like that about a certain potions professor.*****************************************
"Rooooooooooonnn!!!"
Ron awakened. He came back to the world of living. Whatever. The thing was that he was now paying attention to Harry.
"Hey, man, you had me really frightened here. I feared you had been petrified by the snake's poison" Harry had a mocking grin on his face. Seamus had it too:
"Tell us, Ron. How was it?"
"Yeah..how does your Prince in shinning armour kiss?" said Dean, feigning a shrill ,flirty voice. Everybody laughed. Everybody except Ron, that is.
"Ha-ha-ha. Really funny" said Ron sarcastically "Excuse me for not laughing harder."
"But Rooonnie..Malfoy is my true love!" continued Dean. More laughs.
"No, seriously, Ron"said a very cheerful Seamus "Blassie told me Draco kisses quite good. Does he?"
"Ahhhhh!!!!" exclaimed Neville, pointing an accusing finger to him "He gave a nickname to a slytherin!!!"
"Ahhhh!!!!" repeated everyone, feigning being sick.
"Yeah, all right. Blaise is really kind, you know. And he's hot."
"Sure" said Dean, feeling a bit jealous about his friend having someone now. Not that he wanted something with him. He liked girls. Very much "So, why don't you tell us, Seam?"
While Seamus began to tell a very vivid story, too much for Harry's liking(though Neville and Dean seemed to be having fun, making sick noises when it was suitable),the Gryffindor seeker turned to his friend.
"I'm going to Lupin's office."
"Isn't it a bit early?"asked his friend.
"It is, we arranged to meet later, but I'll be going before curfew. When I come back, I'll have the cloak so I won't have any problem. They have it" he said, seeing Ron's face "They borrowed it to do something to Snape a few weeks ago. I hope it hurt."
Ron agreed with him. So Harry took the Marauder's Map, bid farewell to Ron(Hermione had disappeared half an hour ago to chatter to the girl's dorm)and got out of the common room.**********************************************
It was near. He had been walking around the castle without getting in trouble and he intended to keep it that way. Curfew had been fifteen minutes ago. He arrived Lupin's office an hour earlier than arranged, so they'd have more time to chat.
There was the door. He was going to knock when he heard harsh movement inside. He got afraid. Would Lupin be in trouble? He pressed his ear to the door.
"Sev.
Harry froze. The voice, full of passion, lingered in his ears.
"Sev.Sev.*giggle*.Ouch! Not there!*giggle*I'm ticklish!!!"
Harry swallowed. What could he do? He had nowhere to go.
"Sev.Ouch! Sev.SEVERUS!!!"
Harry became deeply horrified. He didn't know where to go but he was sure it wasn't there. He galloped along an unknown corridor. He stopped and took out the Map.
Oh, no!! Filch was around the corner.
Harry panicked. He started to move really odd, gesticulating, not knowing what to do and he fell against the wall. When he could almost hear him caressing his cat, the wall broke and he fall into the darkness.*********************************
Harry awakened. Oh,god!! He was hurting everywhere!! He was hurting even in places he didn't know they existed. He touched his head. It hurt, too!!!
So, apart from entering a part of Snape's sexual life where he wouldn't have wanted to enter ever(and that would give him nightmares for a month- had Hermione planned it?)he had now a bump the size of a quidditch field. Great.
Not that he wanted to enter any part of Snape's sexual life. Or his life, for that matter.
Oh, God. He was talking nonsense.
And where the hell was he? Harry looked around and discovered he knew where he was. He just didn't know how had he got there. He looked to the ceiling. And he understood.
He had fallen down from a secret passage("It's not in the Map!I must tell Siri!")and now he was in the ground floor, where the Great Hall was. In one of the corridors full of maintenance closets.
*Well, now I only have to find the marble staircase and ascend until I reach Gryffindor Tower*, he thought. And he started to search.
He found it and was ascending when he heard noise at the top of the stairs. He hid in the shadows and pricked up his ears. Dirty songs. That was bad.
Peeves.
Harry climbed down immediately. Peeves couldn't mean something good to anyone(except if you were Sirius Black, who Peeves worshipped as a god).He took out the Map again. He was tracing another possible way when he saw it.
McGonagall's mote. Drawing near.
Peeves.
McGonagall.
Ummm.Great Hall. Great Hall?
Inside there he went, when he could almost hear her.*******************************************************************
The Great Hall was dark but moonlight entered by the large windows, making it quite poetic, in Harry's opinion.
The gryffindor walked inside. He was wondering where would he be more comfortable when he stopped.
But of course. How could have he forgot it when he had been there all afternoon because of him? He approached the altar of stone, with roses at its base. He was going to insult him and his family just for being there when he stopped breathing.
The creature up there couldn't be Malfoy. It just couldn't.
The golden hair was glowing under the moonlight, who played with it, making it gleam with impossible colours. It was walking across his face too, delighted with his immaculate white skin, stressing its softness. A little blush was what offered the moon a usually pale face. His ethereal and delicate body couldn't hide his undeniable masculinity.
"Silver is your color, Draco" said the boy, breathless.
In general, the sight was overwhelming, breathtaking. It made Malfoy appear like a heavenly creature, like an.
"Angel. You are an angel."
The boy's eyes were closed and, for the first time in his life, Harry wished them open, playing with the moonlight like his hair, glowing.
And his lips.Pink, sweet, soft. Nothing like the owner. And, at the same time, everything.
The lips.
They were soft. And sweet. They tasted like cherry. How delicious. His skin was warm. How could it be? He had been there all night, alone in the dark, cold. But he was warm. Not like his personality. And yes.
And the lips answered back. And they were tender. And expert. And magical. And they entwined with his' in a dream dance. For that was what it was for Harry.
*What am I doing?*, he thought, horrified. He backed away so impulsively that he fell to the other side of the altar, under it. And he stayed there, quite, hid.
Draco sat up with an exclamation. The door opened. Filch was there..
"Who's there?" he said with a very dark expression.
"I.I am" said Draco, with a low voice, still shocked.
"Ah.Mr. Malfoy. I see you have awakened. I told the Headmaster that you would do so when you wanted and kisses and such weren't necessary. Come with me. You have to go to sleep. Tomorrow you'll go and see the Headmaster.
Draco didn't seem to have listened. He touched his lips slightly, still in shock. Then he took a deep breath, becoming intoxicated with something, longing to have it completely.
"Mr. Malfoy?"
"Yeah.yes.yes, I'm going" the boy got up, with elegance. He walked to the door but, before going out, turned again:
"Vanilla" he said, sweetly. And he walked out.
Harry was breathing very hard. He had been holding his breath. What the hell happened? Had he kissed Malfoy? Oh my God!! why? was he ill? was he gay? was he insane?(A.N: probably.).
And the worse thing was he had awakened him!!!! What was the meaning of that? well, no, he knew that .The question was: why had it to be like that? a true love's kiss? He? to Malfoy(of all people)?he didn't even know what he was doing!!
And it was unnerving thinking about Draco SMILING before getting out and, he, Harry, couldn't stop thinking that he HAD to see that again.
A.N: the end(of the chapter).is it too sappy? what do you think? tell me, please!!! tomorrow I'll answer the reviews, today is very late!!!(it's 24:00 and I have classes tomorrow).
REVIEWS!!!!