Thank you to all that reviewed! This is one of my fav stories to write, I
hope you are enjoying it as well!
Thanks to: wintermoon2 (thank you very much!), YG, Brenna8, Silver Sparklze, VioletRose1, (yes, imagine!), Sheree, folwer Nsow, spunky slytherin (thank you for the compliment, I do find writing humor easier, maybe because I'm a bit on the crazy side myself :) ), eyesOnme19, PsychicOracle, darkangel, smart mind, Yana5, DBZHakushoMoonBop, fragonknight01, driven to insanity, Swiftrunner, Carrot (I was very sorry to hear of the loss of your kitten. I wish drivers would watch where they are going....I was glad I was able to make you smile for a bit under such circumstances.), paperbasket, Cho Potter-f and Kristen. If I left anyone out, please feel free to scream nicely at me...:)
Next chapter is up, and this one earns the R rating for slight sexual situations, please don't read if it offends.
Please read and review. As you know, all suggestions tend to find a way into the story (I haven't forgotten, wintermoon2..keep an eye on later chapters!)
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Chapter V. I Need A Lover Who Won't Drive Me Crazy
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For a few moments the entire corridor was silent. Then slowly, the remaining students began to wander away, not sure if they really wanted to know what happened. All they knew was that either some sinister force was at work at Hogwarts, or the stars of Slytherin and Gryffindor had completely come unglued.
Bets were half and half as to which.
Ron and Hermione slowly approached the chocolate-covered brunet, almost as you would a small child, before finally speaking.
"Ok," Ron stammered. "What was THAT?!"
Harry pulled one of the chocolates out of his hair. "I have no idea. One moment I'm walking along, the next I felt myself being pulled toward the statue. The weirdest part is that I wasn't surprised when I saw the box, and I don't think Malfoy was either. But it seems to be just us! Has anyone else been taken over?"
"No, Harry," Hermione spoke up, "no one. But why you two? I don't think this is someone trying to embarrass you, nor do I think it's part of an evil plan. Well, not intentionally at least..."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"I think...I think someone is trying to set you and Malfoy up!"
Harry's eyes widened as Ron recoiled in disgust. "Hermione!" Ron yelled. "You have got to be kidding. Who would want to set them up? They hate each other."
"Think about it," Hermione continued. "First, Harry is flirting with Malfoy at dinner..."
"Against my will," Harry spoke up.
"Against your will," Hermione agreed, "then Malfoy brings you flowers..."
"Weeds..." Ron interjected.
"Will you two let me finish?" Hermione demanded. "Then, you have a box of CUPID-shaped chocolates to feed to each other, wearing looks that more than likely melted most of that chocolate...."
"Excuse me?!" Harry asked.
"Oh, come on, Harry, don't deny it. I know it was out of your control, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." She turned quickly to Ron. "And don't you say one word, Ronald Weasley."
Harry tried to figure out the events of the last week. What Hermione said did make sense, but who would think he and Malfoy, of all people, belonged together?
"Before I get any further into this conversation," Harry finally spoke up, "I think I need to clean up too." He pulled at dried chunks on his robe. "I'll meet you in the common room before dinner."
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In another part of the castle, toward the dungeons, Draco Malfoy was peeling off the remains of his robes.
"Look at these!" he huffed. "Potter causes disaster everywhere he goes. The least he can do is leave me out of it!"
Once all of the offending clothing was off, Draco made his way into the showers, bottles of shampoo, conditioner, body-wash and the like in his arms.
"Ugh!" Draco exclaimed as he tried to wash out his hair, realizing the sticky sweets were going to be harder than he thought to get rid of.
"Potter has a lot of nerve pulling a stunt like that," he lamented. "I mean really, where does he get off rubbing chocolate all over my...my...body?"
Draco froze for a moment as the words "Potter", "get off" and "body" caused more of a reaction then he dared think of. To his utmost and undignified horror, he realized parts of him seemed to have reacted more than others.
"Oh, hell, no," Draco stated firmly. "It's the spell. It has to be the spell. Never would I think of that Gryffindork...I need to clean up and get out of here."
But the more he tried, the worse it got. Every touch to his body seemed to bring a new image, until he was sure he was going to have to burn his brain to get rid of them. Not only that, but his "little problem" was becoming a "big problem" quite rapidly.
"Ok," he finally decided. "I see I am not leaving here until I take care of this, but I will NOT think of...of...him!"
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On the other side of the castle and several floors up, Harry was having a hard time of his own. He had managed to avoid any more questions from his housemates as he made his way to the showers, but he couldn't avoid his own questions.
Hermione was right. He had enjoyed the beginning of the latest encounter, and he wasn't really sure if it was entirely because of the spell. Why did he feel like his skin was on fire whenever he touched Malfoy? He had touched him before, plenty of times when they fought, but this was different, this wasn't a burning anger, this was....what?
Don't even think about it, he told himself. Just clean up and get back to the common room. Besides, dinner wasn't far off and maybe I can get my broom and practice on the pitch later....
Suddenly the image of Malfoy on his broom in full Quidditch gear, soaking wet and determined, came to mind.
Harry's lids half-closed as he ran his hands over his chest. "He really is a good flyer," he thought. "and not a bad seeker..."
Harry stopped as he found his hand had wandered a considerable bit lower than his chest.
"This is not good..." he whispered. "I have GOT to think of something else..."
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Draco leaned back against the shower wall and closed his eyes. "Mmmm...yes, beaches, bikinis...lots of blondes...or brunettes, yes, a gorgeous brunette with emerald green eyes...and....."
Draco found his dream girl morphing into one Harry Potter.
"No, no...not beaches," he shook his head. "Cozy fireplace, snow outside, just me and HER, curled up on the floor on a blanket, lots of soft skin.."
Draco drew in a sharp breath as he slid his hand back and forth over the length of himself, warm water cascading down his body.
"So good..." he murmured.
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Harry wrapped his hand around himself, closing his eyes as he allowed the images of one of Ron's magazines, "Wicked Witches" to flash through his mind.
"Yes, Miss November..." Harry moaned, "So beautiful, those gorgeous blue eyes...We're in a cabin, yes, touch me there..."
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Draco's breathing became ragged as he imagined his cozy lover bringing her mouth down on him, Draco could just see those stunning green eyes, the way his mouth moved up and down his....oh, yes....
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Harry moaned harder, the picture of his hands buried in the hot blond's hair, pulling him further onto his throbbing...his...oh...gods....
"Draco!"
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"Oh, Merlin, yes, Harry! Right there..."
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Both boys slid down the wall of the showers, their legs going out from under them, their thoughts in perfect unison despite the distance between them.
"Oh...."
"Shit...."
"I HAVE lost my damn mind!"
End of chapter V.
A/N: The title of this chapter comes from the song of the same name by John C. Mellencamp. GE
Thanks to: wintermoon2 (thank you very much!), YG, Brenna8, Silver Sparklze, VioletRose1, (yes, imagine!), Sheree, folwer Nsow, spunky slytherin (thank you for the compliment, I do find writing humor easier, maybe because I'm a bit on the crazy side myself :) ), eyesOnme19, PsychicOracle, darkangel, smart mind, Yana5, DBZHakushoMoonBop, fragonknight01, driven to insanity, Swiftrunner, Carrot (I was very sorry to hear of the loss of your kitten. I wish drivers would watch where they are going....I was glad I was able to make you smile for a bit under such circumstances.), paperbasket, Cho Potter-f and Kristen. If I left anyone out, please feel free to scream nicely at me...:)
Next chapter is up, and this one earns the R rating for slight sexual situations, please don't read if it offends.
Please read and review. As you know, all suggestions tend to find a way into the story (I haven't forgotten, wintermoon2..keep an eye on later chapters!)
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Chapter V. I Need A Lover Who Won't Drive Me Crazy
************************************************
For a few moments the entire corridor was silent. Then slowly, the remaining students began to wander away, not sure if they really wanted to know what happened. All they knew was that either some sinister force was at work at Hogwarts, or the stars of Slytherin and Gryffindor had completely come unglued.
Bets were half and half as to which.
Ron and Hermione slowly approached the chocolate-covered brunet, almost as you would a small child, before finally speaking.
"Ok," Ron stammered. "What was THAT?!"
Harry pulled one of the chocolates out of his hair. "I have no idea. One moment I'm walking along, the next I felt myself being pulled toward the statue. The weirdest part is that I wasn't surprised when I saw the box, and I don't think Malfoy was either. But it seems to be just us! Has anyone else been taken over?"
"No, Harry," Hermione spoke up, "no one. But why you two? I don't think this is someone trying to embarrass you, nor do I think it's part of an evil plan. Well, not intentionally at least..."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"I think...I think someone is trying to set you and Malfoy up!"
Harry's eyes widened as Ron recoiled in disgust. "Hermione!" Ron yelled. "You have got to be kidding. Who would want to set them up? They hate each other."
"Think about it," Hermione continued. "First, Harry is flirting with Malfoy at dinner..."
"Against my will," Harry spoke up.
"Against your will," Hermione agreed, "then Malfoy brings you flowers..."
"Weeds..." Ron interjected.
"Will you two let me finish?" Hermione demanded. "Then, you have a box of CUPID-shaped chocolates to feed to each other, wearing looks that more than likely melted most of that chocolate...."
"Excuse me?!" Harry asked.
"Oh, come on, Harry, don't deny it. I know it was out of your control, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." She turned quickly to Ron. "And don't you say one word, Ronald Weasley."
Harry tried to figure out the events of the last week. What Hermione said did make sense, but who would think he and Malfoy, of all people, belonged together?
"Before I get any further into this conversation," Harry finally spoke up, "I think I need to clean up too." He pulled at dried chunks on his robe. "I'll meet you in the common room before dinner."
********************************************************************
In another part of the castle, toward the dungeons, Draco Malfoy was peeling off the remains of his robes.
"Look at these!" he huffed. "Potter causes disaster everywhere he goes. The least he can do is leave me out of it!"
Once all of the offending clothing was off, Draco made his way into the showers, bottles of shampoo, conditioner, body-wash and the like in his arms.
"Ugh!" Draco exclaimed as he tried to wash out his hair, realizing the sticky sweets were going to be harder than he thought to get rid of.
"Potter has a lot of nerve pulling a stunt like that," he lamented. "I mean really, where does he get off rubbing chocolate all over my...my...body?"
Draco froze for a moment as the words "Potter", "get off" and "body" caused more of a reaction then he dared think of. To his utmost and undignified horror, he realized parts of him seemed to have reacted more than others.
"Oh, hell, no," Draco stated firmly. "It's the spell. It has to be the spell. Never would I think of that Gryffindork...I need to clean up and get out of here."
But the more he tried, the worse it got. Every touch to his body seemed to bring a new image, until he was sure he was going to have to burn his brain to get rid of them. Not only that, but his "little problem" was becoming a "big problem" quite rapidly.
"Ok," he finally decided. "I see I am not leaving here until I take care of this, but I will NOT think of...of...him!"
*********************************************************************
On the other side of the castle and several floors up, Harry was having a hard time of his own. He had managed to avoid any more questions from his housemates as he made his way to the showers, but he couldn't avoid his own questions.
Hermione was right. He had enjoyed the beginning of the latest encounter, and he wasn't really sure if it was entirely because of the spell. Why did he feel like his skin was on fire whenever he touched Malfoy? He had touched him before, plenty of times when they fought, but this was different, this wasn't a burning anger, this was....what?
Don't even think about it, he told himself. Just clean up and get back to the common room. Besides, dinner wasn't far off and maybe I can get my broom and practice on the pitch later....
Suddenly the image of Malfoy on his broom in full Quidditch gear, soaking wet and determined, came to mind.
Harry's lids half-closed as he ran his hands over his chest. "He really is a good flyer," he thought. "and not a bad seeker..."
Harry stopped as he found his hand had wandered a considerable bit lower than his chest.
"This is not good..." he whispered. "I have GOT to think of something else..."
***********************************************************************
Draco leaned back against the shower wall and closed his eyes. "Mmmm...yes, beaches, bikinis...lots of blondes...or brunettes, yes, a gorgeous brunette with emerald green eyes...and....."
Draco found his dream girl morphing into one Harry Potter.
"No, no...not beaches," he shook his head. "Cozy fireplace, snow outside, just me and HER, curled up on the floor on a blanket, lots of soft skin.."
Draco drew in a sharp breath as he slid his hand back and forth over the length of himself, warm water cascading down his body.
"So good..." he murmured.
***********************************************************************
Harry wrapped his hand around himself, closing his eyes as he allowed the images of one of Ron's magazines, "Wicked Witches" to flash through his mind.
"Yes, Miss November..." Harry moaned, "So beautiful, those gorgeous blue eyes...We're in a cabin, yes, touch me there..."
***********************************************************************
Draco's breathing became ragged as he imagined his cozy lover bringing her mouth down on him, Draco could just see those stunning green eyes, the way his mouth moved up and down his....oh, yes....
************************************************************************
Harry moaned harder, the picture of his hands buried in the hot blond's hair, pulling him further onto his throbbing...his...oh...gods....
"Draco!"
************************************************************************
"Oh, Merlin, yes, Harry! Right there..."
************************************************************************
Both boys slid down the wall of the showers, their legs going out from under them, their thoughts in perfect unison despite the distance between them.
"Oh...."
"Shit...."
"I HAVE lost my damn mind!"
End of chapter V.
A/N: The title of this chapter comes from the song of the same name by John C. Mellencamp. GE