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belongs to J. K. Rowling. Dammit. She's so smart. Saving Grace isn't mine
either. I may have some other things that aren't mine in here... Like Oreos
and stuff. Now, enjoy!
Saving Malfoy
By Nanaki BH
It was already past midnight. The other guys had come up an hour ago, begging to be let in, but I told them there was no way Malfoy was leaving. Surely they didn't want to be locked in the same room with Draco so they opted for the common room floor, chairs and couch. By the fourth showing of the movie, Draco still wasn't sick of it. He seemed to be quieting down, which was a major improvement from the imitations of all the characters when we watched it for the first time. Occasionally, he would do something to wake someone up. Ron had been awakened when he started to run around the dorm room throwing pillows at me. I threw them all back at him but he just kept on with it. Eventually I gave in and started to have... fun. That's when Ron came in. His eyebrows knitted up in confusion and his eyes had gone wide. I distinctly remember that "Meep" sound he made before scampering back down the stairs. I had dropped the pillow and I could feel a blush on my cheeks. Then there was the time Hermione came up. She hadn't been waked by us. Actually, she said she was nervous about a quiz Snape had mentioned. He always threatens us with quizzes when Hermione 'shows off'. She sat down next to Draco and ate Oreos with us for almost a good hour. I had noticed how she kept throwing glances at me. Was that jealousy I saw in her eyes? I couldn't have been sure. The lighting in the room wasn't too good, casting a yellowish-red glow on everything. When she left, she turned around once more to get a good look at us. I must have been right.
But now I just sat here wondering when this madness will ever end. This movie is complete and total crap! Who would have ever wanted to make this thing? I bet the person who made it didn't dream of it for years and years. They probably got asked "Hey, Steve, why don't we make a movie" and so they thought up the worst, crappiest movie they could think of. Maybe they jinxed the tape to give it mind-numbing powers. Yeah, that must be it.
I turned on my side to get a good view of Draco.
He was asleep. "What?" I cried. "No, Draco! You can't go to sleep! You have to stay awake so you can get tired of this movie!" I shook his shoulders and he groaned quite loud.
"But I AM tired, Harry. Maybe some toast will help or some scones." He leaned forward so he could rest his head on my shoulder. "What do you think, Harry? Toast? Scones?" He rubbed his face into my neck and I caught myself before I sighed at the sensation.
"No, Draco! We need to be watching the movie. The movie, remember?" I pointed to the television. "Get off, please."
"Nnnmm," he mumbled against my neck. "Toast. Scones. Maybe tea."
I growled. "We don't have any of that. Just..." I couldn't finish my sentence. Hermione was standing in the doorway.
"Just like I thought!" she wailed. "I knew you two were up to something fishy! Draco pretending to be ill just to spend time with Harry! Why didn't you tell me, Harry? I'm your friend. You could have come to me." She sighed dramatically. "I can't believe you."
Why must everyone confuse me so? "Hermione, there was never a problem. I'm in control of what ever it is that you think I'm not in control of... if that makes sense. Listen, just don't worry about us. We need to watch more of this. Then he'll be back to his same old soul-crushing, heart-devastating self." I waved my hand at her to say that we'd be fine. "Don't worry about us," I repeated. "We have it handled."
"No," she whined. "I'm not talking about that. I mean, why didn't you tell me you were," she looked around to make sure no one was listening, "gay?"
I sputtered and I could tell I had a blush on my face again. "Gay? Who said I was gay? He's just acting really friendly! It's none of my fault!" She simply shook her head at my attempt to protest. She sat down next to me, Draco back asleep on my chest.
"It's no one's fault," she said, patting my knee. "It's just one of those things that can't be helped. It's no one's fault and it certainly isn't yours." Her eyes showed much sickening concern. Concern like that was real, but so sappy that it made me ill.
I gagged on the words I wanted to say. "Hermione, I think you have the wrong idea," I started.
She put her hand up in from of my face to keep me from continuing. "No, Harry, you're just in denial. It's the stage you go through before accepting the way you are. It happens in every gay person... well, most of them at least." She shrugged and Draco shifted around uncomfortably in my arms.
"And how would you know that?" I asked, my eyes narrowing.
She grinned. "I'm lesbian! I've been going out with Ginny!" I almost fell over.
Okay, I did fall over. My eyes rolled back in my head and Draco fell out of my arms. By the time my head stopped spinning I realized I could form intelligent words. "Know does Ron?" Okay, maybe that wasn't too accurate of a statement either. I shook my head from side to side to clear my thoughts. "Does Ron know?" I managed to ask. I almost didn't recognize them as words until a second later.
She smiled sweetly. "Yeah, but the rest of this family has no idea. See, I have what some Muggle teens call 'gaydar'. It's like gay radar. When I get near a gay person I can just feel it. I feel some mad gay vibes from you guys. You had better just fess up. You know I'm right." She crossed her arms. She appeared pretty adamant with her decision.
"Hermione..." I warned.
She giggled. "Okay! But see how you feel in the morning. I just suggest going to sleep by now. If Snape does decide to give us that quiz then it's going to be all your fault if you fail." She turned and started back to the girl's dorm.
"No," I said, "it'll be Draco's fault. Or maybe," I felt my eyelids growing heavier. "Maybe it's no one's fault."
Author's note: Mwahaha! How was that? I took some advice and threw in some suggested ideas and I made it longer. Man, I just hope you all like it so far. I'm expecting my next chapter to be the last. Enjoy! Please review!
Saving Malfoy
By Nanaki BH
It was already past midnight. The other guys had come up an hour ago, begging to be let in, but I told them there was no way Malfoy was leaving. Surely they didn't want to be locked in the same room with Draco so they opted for the common room floor, chairs and couch. By the fourth showing of the movie, Draco still wasn't sick of it. He seemed to be quieting down, which was a major improvement from the imitations of all the characters when we watched it for the first time. Occasionally, he would do something to wake someone up. Ron had been awakened when he started to run around the dorm room throwing pillows at me. I threw them all back at him but he just kept on with it. Eventually I gave in and started to have... fun. That's when Ron came in. His eyebrows knitted up in confusion and his eyes had gone wide. I distinctly remember that "Meep" sound he made before scampering back down the stairs. I had dropped the pillow and I could feel a blush on my cheeks. Then there was the time Hermione came up. She hadn't been waked by us. Actually, she said she was nervous about a quiz Snape had mentioned. He always threatens us with quizzes when Hermione 'shows off'. She sat down next to Draco and ate Oreos with us for almost a good hour. I had noticed how she kept throwing glances at me. Was that jealousy I saw in her eyes? I couldn't have been sure. The lighting in the room wasn't too good, casting a yellowish-red glow on everything. When she left, she turned around once more to get a good look at us. I must have been right.
But now I just sat here wondering when this madness will ever end. This movie is complete and total crap! Who would have ever wanted to make this thing? I bet the person who made it didn't dream of it for years and years. They probably got asked "Hey, Steve, why don't we make a movie" and so they thought up the worst, crappiest movie they could think of. Maybe they jinxed the tape to give it mind-numbing powers. Yeah, that must be it.
I turned on my side to get a good view of Draco.
He was asleep. "What?" I cried. "No, Draco! You can't go to sleep! You have to stay awake so you can get tired of this movie!" I shook his shoulders and he groaned quite loud.
"But I AM tired, Harry. Maybe some toast will help or some scones." He leaned forward so he could rest his head on my shoulder. "What do you think, Harry? Toast? Scones?" He rubbed his face into my neck and I caught myself before I sighed at the sensation.
"No, Draco! We need to be watching the movie. The movie, remember?" I pointed to the television. "Get off, please."
"Nnnmm," he mumbled against my neck. "Toast. Scones. Maybe tea."
I growled. "We don't have any of that. Just..." I couldn't finish my sentence. Hermione was standing in the doorway.
"Just like I thought!" she wailed. "I knew you two were up to something fishy! Draco pretending to be ill just to spend time with Harry! Why didn't you tell me, Harry? I'm your friend. You could have come to me." She sighed dramatically. "I can't believe you."
Why must everyone confuse me so? "Hermione, there was never a problem. I'm in control of what ever it is that you think I'm not in control of... if that makes sense. Listen, just don't worry about us. We need to watch more of this. Then he'll be back to his same old soul-crushing, heart-devastating self." I waved my hand at her to say that we'd be fine. "Don't worry about us," I repeated. "We have it handled."
"No," she whined. "I'm not talking about that. I mean, why didn't you tell me you were," she looked around to make sure no one was listening, "gay?"
I sputtered and I could tell I had a blush on my face again. "Gay? Who said I was gay? He's just acting really friendly! It's none of my fault!" She simply shook her head at my attempt to protest. She sat down next to me, Draco back asleep on my chest.
"It's no one's fault," she said, patting my knee. "It's just one of those things that can't be helped. It's no one's fault and it certainly isn't yours." Her eyes showed much sickening concern. Concern like that was real, but so sappy that it made me ill.
I gagged on the words I wanted to say. "Hermione, I think you have the wrong idea," I started.
She put her hand up in from of my face to keep me from continuing. "No, Harry, you're just in denial. It's the stage you go through before accepting the way you are. It happens in every gay person... well, most of them at least." She shrugged and Draco shifted around uncomfortably in my arms.
"And how would you know that?" I asked, my eyes narrowing.
She grinned. "I'm lesbian! I've been going out with Ginny!" I almost fell over.
Okay, I did fall over. My eyes rolled back in my head and Draco fell out of my arms. By the time my head stopped spinning I realized I could form intelligent words. "Know does Ron?" Okay, maybe that wasn't too accurate of a statement either. I shook my head from side to side to clear my thoughts. "Does Ron know?" I managed to ask. I almost didn't recognize them as words until a second later.
She smiled sweetly. "Yeah, but the rest of this family has no idea. See, I have what some Muggle teens call 'gaydar'. It's like gay radar. When I get near a gay person I can just feel it. I feel some mad gay vibes from you guys. You had better just fess up. You know I'm right." She crossed her arms. She appeared pretty adamant with her decision.
"Hermione..." I warned.
She giggled. "Okay! But see how you feel in the morning. I just suggest going to sleep by now. If Snape does decide to give us that quiz then it's going to be all your fault if you fail." She turned and started back to the girl's dorm.
"No," I said, "it'll be Draco's fault. Or maybe," I felt my eyelids growing heavier. "Maybe it's no one's fault."
Author's note: Mwahaha! How was that? I took some advice and threw in some suggested ideas and I made it longer. Man, I just hope you all like it so far. I'm expecting my next chapter to be the last. Enjoy! Please review!