I had a good concert, but I'm in horrible pain. On the last night of performing, one of the dancers knocked the mime block (a square block of wood drama uses to simulate a chair, and 3 or 4 together make a good couch or bed) onto my leg. It hit me in a nerve, and now I can barely move my right leg. About every 12 steps, it collapses. Stupid dancers. Plus, it smells because I have to put this mint cream stuff on it so the muscle will get better. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, and gave me their name. They will most likely be in the last chapter, as I have had a bit of an idea with that, but they shall be used. Thanks to Briana for helping me with chapter 6.
Unforgiven Mistriss. Some of it was, it was I love you in 4 different languages. I'm not saying he'll know them fluently, I'm saying he would have the contacts to find out how to say them.
This chapter (chapter 5) is also in 2 chunks. As a whole, it is called, First Date, but they shall have 2 different titles on the thing in the corner.
Halfway through the week, Harry got a package in the morning. It wasn't a letter from Draco, those had stopped when they had been able to start talking normally. It was from a owl with a lime green Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes collar.
"My brothers sent you something?" Ron asked, interested.
Neville, the unfortunate recipient of a lot of the twins jokes, said "I think you should open that carefully."
Harry, knowing that the twins, though good people, were quite dangerous, unwrapped the brown box slowly.
Oddly enough, inside was a lurid glowing red heart, the size of a grapefruit, but much thicker. As soon as the lid was moved enough, it floated out of the box, and hovered around Harry's face.
"What is it?"
"I'm not sure yet." he felt around the empty box for a letter. Feeling a piece of parchment, he pulled it out, and tried to swat the heart away, so he could see.
HEY HARRY. WE HEARD ABOUT YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH MALFOY.
CAN'T SAY WE WOULD HAVE PICKED HIM FOR YOU, IF WE COULD HAVE HAD OUR CHOICE
KNEW YOU WERE GAY THOUGH, OF COURSE. PRETTY OBVIOUS ISN'T IT?
BET YOU DON'T THINK IT IS. IT ALWAYS IS FROM OTHER GAY PEOPLE THOUGH, I GUESS THAT GAYDAR THING MUGGLES TALK ABOUT IS TRUE.
ANYWAY, THIS IS A PROVOCATIVE PUMPER™. IT'S OUR INVENTION, AS YOU WOULD KNOW, BUT YOU HAVEN'T COME DOWN TO SEE US AT OUR STORE.
YEAH, YOU AND RON NEED TO COME, EVEN HERMIONE HAS BOUGHT SOMETHING, BUT YOU TWO, NOTHING. WHAT'S WITH THAT?
WE FIGURE SINCE YOU'RE A NEW COUPLE, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU LIKE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER YET.
AND THE WHOLE DINNER AND A MOVIE THING IS OUT, AT LEAST IF YOU DON'T SNEAK OUT OF HOGWARTS
SO WHAT YOU DO, IS WRITE DOWN WILD THINGS TO DO, LIKE A THING MUGGLES CALL BUNGEE JUMPING
AND STICK THEM IN THE HEART.
IT RANDOMLY CHOOSES ONE OF THEM, AND TELLS YOU TO DO THAT THING, THEM MAKES SURE YOU DO IT. THE PUMPER, BEING SLIGHTLY INTELLIGENT, ALREADY HAS 5 THINGS IN IT.
THOUGH WE THINK YOU SHOULD COME UP WITH IDEAS TOO, BEING RATHER EXPERIENCED, WE'VE WRITTEN SOME OF OUR FAVOURITE THINGS FOR IT.
RATHER, WE'RE A BIT MORE THEN RATHER, BUT I DOUBT YOU'D WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT. AFTER YOU ACTIVATE IT, IT GIVES A SUGGESTION A WEEK. ANYWAY, GO GET DRACO, AND START USING YOUR PROVOCATIVE PUMPER™, AND SPICE UP YOUR LOVE LIFE.
HAVE FUN
GOOD LUCK
GRED
FORGE
"Well, apparently I use it to spice up my love life." Harry laughed.
"Um Harry, we don't have a problem with it-"
"Yeah, I did submit my salad"
"But we don't need the details, ok?"
"Fair enough."
In transfiguration, Harry made a deal to meet Draco after last class in Treelawny's tower.
Climbing up the stairs, he murmured, it's a meeting, not a date, it's a appointment, not a date, but he still fiddled with his hair and tried to smooth his robes.
A few minutes later, Draco strode over to Harry, and kissed him on the forehead in greeting.
"Hi my love. You had something you wanted to say?"
"Fred and George sent me something, and I think we should use it."
"What did they send to you?"
"It's a thing they made. We each write a suggestion of things we could do together, and it randomly chooses things, and then we do it, it's like picking stuff out of a hat."
"Picking stuff out of a hat?"
"Sorry, muggle thing. Anyway, I think we should try."
Harry pulled out a piece of paper, tore it in half, and gave one of the halves to Draco. He looked at it, pulled out a razor and neatly straighten the edges. Harry didn't know what he wrote, but Harry's paper said I want you to kiss me where others can see. because, it had been a week, but they hadn't done anything in public, and Draco was supposed to start things, it was more romantic that way, and Harry liked it more, but Draco hadn't kissed him or even patted his shoulder or given him a hug in public. If it wasn't for the lack of insults, you couldn't have guessed anything was different.
After they both put their slips of paper in the heart, it glowed a bright almost white red, and then spit out a slip.
FRED SAYS RENT A ROOM IN A MUGGLE HOTEL AND STAY THERE FOR A NIGHT.
"We can't." Harry said.
"Why not?"
"I won't."
"Harry, you said you wanted to, not me."
"I'm not going to go to a motel to have sex with you."
Draco smirked, and shook his head. "Who says we have to have sex. There is nothing on that paper that mentions sex."
"it's a motel. What else do people do in motels?"
Draco stopped smiling, and looked more serious. "Screw a magical heart, I wouldn't ever pressure you to do something you didn't want to. But I won't do anything you don't want us to."
"Well, there are other things muggles do, they have to do something with their lives."
"See, I knew it. Neal always had things to do when I went to his house."
"I bet you've never even watched a movie."
"Movie?"
"Oh, this will be fun."
"So, we'll go tonight?"
"I can't skip classes."
"Why not?"
"Draco."
"Harry."
"It's wrong."
"It's fun."
"They'll notice."
"So?"
"Look, we can wait a few more days, it's Wednesday, we can leave on Friday, after dinner, and come back Saturday. It will be the best time if we don't want to get caught."
"Fine. Honestly Potter, you're so boring sometimes."
"I'm not boring. I know how to use food creatively."
Draco burst into laughter, turning bright red.
"What? Oh, god, you sicko. Draco!"
"I'm sorry, I can't help it, not with the way Blaise and Timothy talk in our common room." he said between giggles.
The heart suddenly did a strange thing. It cracked in half, and each half floated in front of a different boy.
"You think we should each take a piece?"
"I guess that's what we're supposed to do. Fred and George would have told us if we shouldn't pick them up."
We each pocketed one of the half hearts, and went to our common rooms.
The next night, Thursday during dinner, a squeaky voice yelled "sex in a hotel!"
Harry looked in all directions trying to figure out who had said that, but none of the Gryffindor girls were looking at him like they had overheard his conversation. He shook his head, figuring he must have heard wrong.
However, ten minutes, later, the voice again yelled, "sex in a hotel!"
"Harry!" Hermione admonished.
"I didn't say it!" he stammered.
"It came from you, mate." Ron confronted.
"I didn't say it."
"Fine, lie to us, I don't mind, the reactions you get are rather funny." Ron said, looking around. A lot of people were snickering, just like when you play the penis game on the bus.
And in another 10 minutes, the voice that was coming from near Harry shrilled "sex in a hotel!" again.
Harry looked up across the tables at Draco, who was wincing, and slapping his leg like he was in pain. As soon as dinner was over, they met each other in the middle of the dining hall, at the Hufflepuff table. At the same time, they both asked, "Are you ok?"
They both started to answer, then stopped. Harry waved to motion Draco to continue.
"Something feels like it's biting my leg. It's the strangest thing, I keep thinking someone in a invisibility cloak is munching on my thigh, but I felt around after the third time it happened, and I couldn't feel anyone's head. What's wrong with you? You kept blushing, and it looked like the people around you were laughing, but I couldn't hear what you had said."
"I didn't say anything!" Harry yelled.
"Then why was everyone laughing at you?"
"Something near me was yelling out "sex in a hotel!" every ten minutes. Everyone thought I was doing it, but I wasn't."
"Hey, that's odd, I was getting bitten every ten minutes. What do we both have in common?"
"Um, we both care about each other?"
"That's sweet, but I was thinking more along the lines of we both have a half of a heart from the Weasleys."
They pulled the broken, jagged edged hearts out of their respective pockets. After about a minute, Draco's contracted like it was trying to nip someone. Harry's did the opposite, two of the points stretched further apart, and yelled "sex in a hotel!"
"okay, so our segments of the heart are each aggravating us. Outstanding. But what I want to understand is why?"
Harry thought back to the letter that was in the bottom of the package. "well, the letter said it would make sure we do it. Maybe biting and yelling at us is its way?"
"Oh, that's just lovely. We're not going to be able to perform the deed until Friday, so stop masticating me!" draco yelled at the hovering portion of heart.
"what deed?" a voice said behind them.
"Greg, you might not want that answered. Who knows what masticating is."
Harry and Draco looked behind them. Goyle and a boy Harry didn't know the name of, but vaguely recognised from several years of potions, were standing there.
"Timothy, you know what the word masticate means." Draco turned to Harry. "see, I told you I couldn't help but think nasty after being with this boy."
"I'm not a boy, I'm a man. And is it just me, or does masticate sound a bit to close to another ma word for comfort?"
Draco walked over a few steps and poked Timothy in the chest. "no. no you perv, it does not. Leave my Harry alone."
"ohh, is that what you call it." Timothy snickered.
"I will punch you, I swear to-"
"Oh relax, stop worriting your pretty blonde head. I need help on my potions homework, come to the common room."
"You want help after you just did that?"
"I'll give you something."
"I am a Malfoy."
"Yeah, so? That doesn't mean you're above bribes. Lucious certainly isn't."
"I'm not above bribes, but I'm rich enough to be able to buy myself whatever you could possibly offer me."
"Not if it's a xmen volume 1 original comic book. you can't get that anywhere else."
"Fine, I'm coming." he took a few steps with Greg and Timothy, then turned and said to Harry, "I'll see you later, my love. And just so you don't think I'm some smutty uncultured person, like my friend Tim here, masticating means biting."
"Oh, so that's-"
Draco whirled around and said "Silenceio!"
Acting like nothing had happened, the three started to walk back to their dorm. Harry shook his head and wondered what it would be like to have that kind of environment all the time.
When he walked into the common room, he said, "Let's get one thing straight. George and Fred sent me something, and it keeps screaming dirty things. It's not my fault."
"I told you to be careful when you opened it, but did you listen? Noooooo. It's your own fault." Neville commented.
Harry sat at one of the armchairs and worked on his potions essay. He took the broken half heart out of his pocket and put it on the table. A few minutes later, it yelled "sex in a hotel!" and everyone giggled. Seamus said, "oh, sex in a hotel, Lisa." But as the night went on, it got less and less funny, and more and more annoying.
When Harry and the other 7th year boys went to their room, and it yelled the phrase, Seamus waved his wand at it and said "Silencio." It shut up for a moment, and then went haywire. It floated out of Harry's bedside drawer, and over to Seamus's bed. It proceeded to land itself right beside Seamus's ear, and scream "Sex in a hotel, sex in a hotel, sex in a hotel!" and every time Seamus tried to move his head away from the shrill screaming beast, it moved with him.
"I guess you shouldn't have pissed it off." Dean said, laughing.
"those twins are evil. Anyone remember the canary creams?" Neville stated.
After a few minutes of screeching at Seamus, it floated back over to harry, and he hoped it was done for the night. No such luck. Ten minutes later, "Sex in a hotel!"
Harry got out of bed, and swaddled it in clothes, and closed the door on his armwoire. You could barely hear it, it was quiet enough for everyone to go to sleep, and you couldn't even hear it over Neville's snoring.
has anyone ever played the penis game on the bus? Do you all know what it is, even if you havent played?