:O (that's a shock face, not a yawn face.) I thought no one liked me anymore, because the ramen ninja said it was unrealistic, and coco Malfoy 2 said I had the timeline wrong. In my defence, I got the 3rd book when I was 13, the 4th book when I was 14, and the 5th when I was 15, so I thought when will Harry be 17, in the 7th book, he's 17 when I am, and I'm 17 in 2006, so I thought a 2003 movie would be fine. And I had to have that movie, it's a great one to cuddle with. Sorry for the people I messed up for not having the time right. Thanks to all that asked me about my concert.
Green eyed dragon, you haven't reviewed in awhile, but your name is in this chapter. If you don't like it, I can change it, and put a different name in.
Lrblaise- it's I love you in four other languages, that's all. I will do my best to find you the jello story, but I forgot what it was called, so it might take a bit.
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Everyone else who reviewed, thanks but I gotta go. Sorry, dinner's ready. I'll mention you next chapter.
Monday, in transfiguration, Draco walked over to Harry. "Give me a osculation."
"Draco!" Harry said, appalled. He sure as hell wasn't going to osculate in front of a class of people, some Slytherin.
"Oh honestly, that's what you get for not knowing many words. It means kiss. Give me a kiss."
Harry turned his back to Draco, and walked to the table he was sitting at with Ron. The tables were set up for two people, and Hermione and Neville were sitting in front of them, and Seamus and Dean were sitting behind.
"What? Can't even execute a proper no? Come on. Are you angry with me? You didn't speak to me all Sunday, or sent me an owl. Say something."
He didn't say anything, but Seamus, who liked to be in others business, said, "He's mad that you called his ass easily controlled and formed by hammering and pressure."
This was too much for the rest of the class, and all 18, everyone but Harry and Draco started to laugh.
"I did no such thing!"
"Um yeah you did, remember when we-" Harry cut himself off, but it was too late. Ron snorted and the entire class went off again.
"When you what?" Timothy yelled out.
"Oh, don't tell us, it's better to let us imagine, and be content." Ainslie cat-called from the back of the Gryffindor side of the room.
"You said my ass was malleable, and that's what that means."
"Who told you that?"
"Hermione."
"Well, Hermione is stupid. Hermione is moronic, Hermione is feebleminded, Hermione is-"
"Hey, I resent that. I simply told him what the meaning of the word was, don't you get mad at me." Hermione turned and stood up to yell at Draco.
"You made My Harry be irritated with me. Of course I'm going to be mad at you, you harlot!"
Dean's mouth dropped open. He knew calling Hermione names was as dangerous as taking Seamus' hair gel.
"Don't call me that, you snobbish schmuck."
The Slytherin side of the room hissed. They all knew it was a bad idea to aggravate Draco.
Ron and Harry looked and each other, and shook their heads. Harry didn't want to really fight with Draco, simply not talking until he got an apology was enough, and Ron rather fancied the thought of Hermione in a cat fight, and he wasn't going to involve himself either.
Greg and Vincent looked over to Ron and Harry, and when they shook their heads no, Goyle and Crabbe didn't get up either.
"Git."
"Bimbo."
"Fool."
"Street walker."
"Idiot."
"Scarlet woman."
"Jackass."
"Tramp."
"Blockhead."
"Prat."
"Halfwit."
Instead of coming up with another insult, Draco pulled out his wand. Hermione followed suit, and they were both opening their mouths when Professor McGonagal walked in.
"Sit down, both of you."
They had gone through about half their class, when she had to leave the room for a rouge spell of peeves that only she could undo.
Hermione and Draco both sprung up the second she left.
"Hermione, sit down." Ron said.
"Draco, get your ass back on the chair!" Crabbe said.
But they both strode to the empty column of no desks.
"Now, where were we?" Hermione asked.
"I believe you had told Harry something idiotic and false, and now he isn't talking to
me, and it's your fault, but you refuse to apologise and explain to him, because you are a tramp."
Hermione looked offended, and they both pulled their wands.
"Don't call me names!"
"I have every right to. You made My Harry hate me!"
"I don't hate you." Harry said, but Draco made no notice of his words.
"Draco, malleable does mean capable of being shaped for formed by hammering or pressure, and easily controlled. There are malleable and ductile metals. The word itself comes from the latin word malleus, or hammer. I'm right."
"No, you're not. That might be one of the connotations, and the right origin, but malleable is also a synonym of supple and soft and pliant, and that was my purport for the term. Harry has a wonderful butt."
The class watched them with fascination. Almost as good as Ron's picture of a cat-fight, or Millicent's dream of a wizards duel, was this war of the words. Where was it going to go next? Most of the class rather hoped it would go back to rude names for each other, as they both had a large vocabulary, and it was pretty funny.
"I agree with you. It could mean that too."
"So you concede to my point?"
"I agree. I am not saying you are all-inclusively right, but you do have a point. I don't concede, I merely agree."
Hermione walked back to her desk and sat down, as Draco sat at his. The class groaned. That had all ended rather anti-climatically.
But, being 17 year olds, they knew how to fix things again.
"Oi, Harry, you and drakkie poo made up, since he didn't say it was fun hammering your bum?"
"No, that would just make him more disappointed."
Draco whirled around to the unfortunate girl that had said that. "Don't say that crap Kristin!" He yelled, then waved his wand and said, "Tarantallegra."
She started dancing around the room, and Draco looked rather pleased.
"Well, if they've made up, this can only mean one thing." Timothy hit his desk once,
with closed fists, waited a second, hit it again, uncurled his fingers and clapped. Harry groaned. He was starting a chant.
BOOM BOOM CLAP
BOOM BOOM CLAP
BOOM BOOM CLAP
Timothy slowly got the rest of the class to follow along. Though Ron was a good friend, and so were most of the other Gryffindors, almost no teenager is impervious to the ritual boom boom clap chant. A few more can withstand a clap clap snap, because some people do not know how to snap, but there is almost no one between the ages of 8 and 25 that can resist a boom boom clap.
Then he said, while hitting and clapping, BOOM "Make" BOOM "up" CLAP "sex!"
It took a few repetitions, but everyone started, "make up sex, make up sex". Even Hermione and Ron were doing it. Even the girl dancing around the room was doing it. Harry would have laughed if it wasn't about him.
Draco stood up, and all eyes were transfixed on his wand hand. Everyone was still chanting, but they wanted to see who he would curse, and with what.
He pointed it at Timothy, and the boy had just enough time to say, "Not again!" before Draco said, "Silencio."
Afraid to piss off Draco, the class stopped chanting make up sex, but they were slower to stop hitting and clapping.
Seamus all of a sudden exclaimed "Make up kiss, make up kiss" and within seconds everyone started to repeat that.
Draco took a few steps over to the Gryffindor side of the table, and they stopped. They were curious to see what he would do to Seamus. But instead of saying a spell, he lowered his wand, and murmured, "That can be arranged."
He bent down, and kissed Harry passionately.
At that moment, McGonagal walked back in the room. "What in Merlin's name is going on in here? Draco, back to your desk, all of you, stop chanting, Kristin stop dancing, Seamus Finnigan, stop laughing!"
All of this was accomplished, except for Kristin not dancing, so the professor undid the spell.
"If no one will tell me who put the spell on her, then twenty points off Gryffindor, twenty points of Slytherin."
But, being teenagers, the thought of being a rat is disgusting, so no one said anything.
After class Draco walked over to Harry. "Are you still mad at me?"
"No, but I have to get to my next class. Meet me after dinner?"
"Ok."
They didn't need to say where, they both knew it would be at Treelawny's tower, it was the safest place. Even if they didn't have to worry about getting caught anymore, they didn't want everyone looking over their shoulder while they were together, and no one would think of looking for them there.
They didn't need to say anything to each other, so when Harry got there, and Draco was already there, Harry just strode over and kissed Draco.
"Wow, I see you're feisty today." Draco said when they moved away for breath.
"Me? I'm not the one that put spells on 2 different people and started a fight with Hermione."
"I was… mad." the blonde replied, sheepishly.
"I'm not upset or anything, I'm just pointing something out."
"Well stop. You're not a Ravenclaw, details shouldn't matter to you."
"No, I'm a Gryffindor that doesn't like being told what to do. I won't stop just cause you want me to."
"Oh, shut up and kiss me."
"Would serve you right if I didn't, trying to order me around, like that's possible, I'm not going to-" Harry was cut off and Draco swooped in for a kiss.
Harry sighed with pleasure. He might have been a bit of a jerk sometimes, but damn, was he a good kisser.
Draco moved his lips on Harry's, trying to coax Harry's open. Completely in the mood, and letting Draco control things, as always, he opened his lips, and his teeth automatically came open too.
But he wasn't prepared for what came next. Draco pushed his tongue in Harry's mouth, and rippled it around. It sent waves of bliss and passion through him, but also, for some reason, a bit of negativity. And the longer he let Draco do it to him, the worse he felt.
Harry was a Gryffindor, he was used to dealing with problems. And the problem was these horrible feelings washing over him, so he had to deal with it.
He broke off the kiss, and went running down the spiral stairs as fast as he could.
(I don't know what its like for the rest of you, but at my school, No One can resist the boom boom clap. Like I said, some people don't know how to snap, so some don't do the clap clap snap, but no one can resist the boom boom clap.)