Hey y'all!!!! Sorry I've taken soooooo long to update!!!! I kept getting
lazy and kept forgetting to type up chapters! I still wuv you all though!
Thankies for reading this fickie!!! I'm really sorry, but this chapter's
short cause I can't seem to make them any longer no matter how hard I try.
[sniffle] Forgive me please??
Well.... Forgiven or not... here's the next chapter! Hope you all like it!
Wait... umm... one more thing, this isn't very much like the actual move "She's All That" I'm just making it loosely based on it, okay? Thanks! Here's your chapter!!!!
Chapter 3
"I can still get you fired, you meanie," Draco pouted indignantly. Harry just smiled at him humorously. He felt himself grinning at the emerald-eyed Adonis tool "Fine. I won't do that just because you look so handsome when you smile like that. Now, in the car with you!!!" He shoved the young man along playfully and unlocked his black Range Rover.
"Liar. You know you're not getting me fired because that's the only way you'll get to see my arse in those pants, you stinky wanker," Harry confronted and blushed as he climbed into the passenger seat. Draco smirked coolly, sending a sexy, coy look that pretty much read, "And so what if that's completely true? What are you going to do about it, doll?"
With that, they drove off to the pretty, sunny, most wonderful beach in the world. "Malfoy, I know you like my body very much, but I really am in desperate need of a shirt so I don't get jumped. Not /everyone/ has half the utterly /amazing/ self-control that you've got," Draco shook his head vigorously, refusing to give his conquest a top. "Fine," the raven- haired young man crossed his arm childishly like a little boy that had been denied dessert for a week. "Then I'm not getting out of the car."
"Potter dearest, are you [pouting?]" Draco chuckled cheerfully. Harry's bottom lip protruded out even more. "Oh, okay, okay. You get your wish. You can wear a shirt, but you'll have to take it off before even touching the water or going near it because these shirts CAN NOT touch water. Ruin it, and I'm ripping your swim trunks off so you have to go starkers for the rest of the time that we're at this beach."
He climbed out of the car and opened the trunk to get himself his own swim trunks. The guy can't very well go around the beach dressed in only a shirt, can he? Soon enough, Harry found himself in a sheer black shirt with every bit of it outlining the contours of his to-die-for body. "Now, get out!"
Hesitantly, Harry signed and got out of the car, feeling more underdressed than when he'd been without the shirt. "And just who are you, sexy?" a familiar voice spoke dangerously close to his left ear. He whirled around causing Blaise's eyes to widen immensely as he stuttered, "P- p-potter? I-is t-that r-really you?! Holy f-fuck, you look hot."
"Yes, it's me. That's very sweet of you to point out when Draco here has already told me. Now, be an even sweeter boy and go fuck yourself, Zabini," Harry started strolling away to take a nap on the nice, warm beach, but a tanned arm wrapped itself around his waist.
"But why would I do that when I'd much, much rather fuck you?" Blaise whispered in the voice he used with unsuspecting people on campus. Harry growled dangerously, turning Blaise on even more.
"I said no, fuckwit. Now get /off/ of me."
"I don't think I want to, Potter," Harry had an angry retort right on his lips, but a low, husky, baritone voice interrupted them calmly but still furiously.
"Committing rape at your age, eh Blaiseykins? Pretty stupid even for you to do, especially doing that to someone taller and stranger than you. Man, and here I thought you couldn't be any stupider." Blaise's arm loosened around Harry, subconsciously letting him go.
Happily, the raven-haired teen decided to be a tease. He calmly walked over to Draco, drawling sexily in his ear for the fun of it, "You coming with me or are you going to fight this fuckwit? You did invite me here after all, Malfoy. It's not very polite to leave your guest by himself while you fight."
He started to walk away and called over his shoulder. "Come on!!! I need a bit of help getting sun tan lotion on! It's not as if I'm flexible enough to reach all over my back!!!" With that, guys and a couple of girls from all over the entire beach came running over to him, attempting to grope the unfortunate young man. "Gyahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! Get away, you people! I only want Draco to put the lotion on for me." Harry began using that adorable pout of his as a weapon again.
"But Harry!" Seamus Finnegan, a sandy-haired, but Irish classmate of Harry's whined coyly, "I just want to be your friend and some more. Is that so much to ask of you? Surely Malfoy will live without groping you right?? I really want this chance to get to know you better."
"Well, that's just too bad for you, isn't it Finnegan? Dear Harry here is all MINE to fondle with now," Draco smirked and led a blushing Boy Who Always Rolled His Eyes away from the crowd.
Harry spread his favorite fluffy beach towel out on the soft white sand and slowly stripped off the black mesh shirt Draco had lent him earlier. He lay down flat on his to-die-for tummy covered in smooth, tanned, glistening skin and began to fall asleep little by little. The always-horny blonde straddled his hips, immediately waking him up. "What?? Malfoy, umm... I don't mean to be rude, but I know I'm dead hot an all and I did ask you to put suntan lotion on me, but what the fuck are you doing on top of me? And without your swim trunks on?? Hmm?"
Draco just looked at him incredulously, surprised at how OBNOXIOUS! Potter could be. It was like whoa... SURPRISE!
Harry added on to his previous comment, "I hope you know that you're still in your school clothes while you're at the beach, which isn't the best idea." Attempting not to blush, Draco got off of him quickly. "I never said I wanted you to get off of me. But, do go and put your swim trunks on. I'd really like to see you in them. It's only fair." And then he totally STOLE Draco's trademark smirk!
"Look, Potter. You do NOT boss me around, savvy? I do think you're hot, sexy, and like your personality, but that does not mean you get to be all obnoxious and wanker-ish. Get it? Got it? Good." Harry just smirked some more.
/Hey!!!!!!!! That's the patented MALFOY smirk!!!! Hmph! What does he have to look so sexy with it on?! Fuck that sexy smirk. Fuck my stupid teenage hormones. I hate them ALL!/ "Now, I don't care if you watch or not, I'm putting my swim trunks on and make sure no one else sees me."
"Fine." Harry got up, off his beach towel and attempted to wrap it around Draco's lower half without touching it.
The blonde slowly took off his pants underneath the shirt he had on and pulled down his boxers. Out of pure, funny fun, Harry pretended to fall asleep and fell down on to the sand, towel underneath him. But by the time he was changed, Potter has already really fallen asleep. /So he wants to fall asleep on me, eh? Well, then I may as well give him a rude awakening./
Harry tuned himself over in his sleep, while Draco stole a sand bucket from a friend and ran over to the ocean for some water. He rushed back and splashed the cold water all over the other teen's gorgeously tanned figure.
"MALFOY, YOU FUCKING FUCKWIT!!!!!!"
To be continued.... I think... If you want me to that is. My next post might take a while though. Erm.. after my next post, you might not get an update for another three weeks. I'm sorry, but I'll be at camp then and they might not even let us get on the internet! Pretty please read my other fickies! I'm actually updating. So pleasee?? I know this sound pretty pathetic and shameless... and all that other stuff... heh... Well, bye bye! Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Review please! Until next time!
-- driven to insanity
Well.... Forgiven or not... here's the next chapter! Hope you all like it!
Wait... umm... one more thing, this isn't very much like the actual move "She's All That" I'm just making it loosely based on it, okay? Thanks! Here's your chapter!!!!
Chapter 3
"I can still get you fired, you meanie," Draco pouted indignantly. Harry just smiled at him humorously. He felt himself grinning at the emerald-eyed Adonis tool "Fine. I won't do that just because you look so handsome when you smile like that. Now, in the car with you!!!" He shoved the young man along playfully and unlocked his black Range Rover.
"Liar. You know you're not getting me fired because that's the only way you'll get to see my arse in those pants, you stinky wanker," Harry confronted and blushed as he climbed into the passenger seat. Draco smirked coolly, sending a sexy, coy look that pretty much read, "And so what if that's completely true? What are you going to do about it, doll?"
With that, they drove off to the pretty, sunny, most wonderful beach in the world. "Malfoy, I know you like my body very much, but I really am in desperate need of a shirt so I don't get jumped. Not /everyone/ has half the utterly /amazing/ self-control that you've got," Draco shook his head vigorously, refusing to give his conquest a top. "Fine," the raven- haired young man crossed his arm childishly like a little boy that had been denied dessert for a week. "Then I'm not getting out of the car."
"Potter dearest, are you [pouting?]" Draco chuckled cheerfully. Harry's bottom lip protruded out even more. "Oh, okay, okay. You get your wish. You can wear a shirt, but you'll have to take it off before even touching the water or going near it because these shirts CAN NOT touch water. Ruin it, and I'm ripping your swim trunks off so you have to go starkers for the rest of the time that we're at this beach."
He climbed out of the car and opened the trunk to get himself his own swim trunks. The guy can't very well go around the beach dressed in only a shirt, can he? Soon enough, Harry found himself in a sheer black shirt with every bit of it outlining the contours of his to-die-for body. "Now, get out!"
Hesitantly, Harry signed and got out of the car, feeling more underdressed than when he'd been without the shirt. "And just who are you, sexy?" a familiar voice spoke dangerously close to his left ear. He whirled around causing Blaise's eyes to widen immensely as he stuttered, "P- p-potter? I-is t-that r-really you?! Holy f-fuck, you look hot."
"Yes, it's me. That's very sweet of you to point out when Draco here has already told me. Now, be an even sweeter boy and go fuck yourself, Zabini," Harry started strolling away to take a nap on the nice, warm beach, but a tanned arm wrapped itself around his waist.
"But why would I do that when I'd much, much rather fuck you?" Blaise whispered in the voice he used with unsuspecting people on campus. Harry growled dangerously, turning Blaise on even more.
"I said no, fuckwit. Now get /off/ of me."
"I don't think I want to, Potter," Harry had an angry retort right on his lips, but a low, husky, baritone voice interrupted them calmly but still furiously.
"Committing rape at your age, eh Blaiseykins? Pretty stupid even for you to do, especially doing that to someone taller and stranger than you. Man, and here I thought you couldn't be any stupider." Blaise's arm loosened around Harry, subconsciously letting him go.
Happily, the raven-haired teen decided to be a tease. He calmly walked over to Draco, drawling sexily in his ear for the fun of it, "You coming with me or are you going to fight this fuckwit? You did invite me here after all, Malfoy. It's not very polite to leave your guest by himself while you fight."
He started to walk away and called over his shoulder. "Come on!!! I need a bit of help getting sun tan lotion on! It's not as if I'm flexible enough to reach all over my back!!!" With that, guys and a couple of girls from all over the entire beach came running over to him, attempting to grope the unfortunate young man. "Gyahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! Get away, you people! I only want Draco to put the lotion on for me." Harry began using that adorable pout of his as a weapon again.
"But Harry!" Seamus Finnegan, a sandy-haired, but Irish classmate of Harry's whined coyly, "I just want to be your friend and some more. Is that so much to ask of you? Surely Malfoy will live without groping you right?? I really want this chance to get to know you better."
"Well, that's just too bad for you, isn't it Finnegan? Dear Harry here is all MINE to fondle with now," Draco smirked and led a blushing Boy Who Always Rolled His Eyes away from the crowd.
Harry spread his favorite fluffy beach towel out on the soft white sand and slowly stripped off the black mesh shirt Draco had lent him earlier. He lay down flat on his to-die-for tummy covered in smooth, tanned, glistening skin and began to fall asleep little by little. The always-horny blonde straddled his hips, immediately waking him up. "What?? Malfoy, umm... I don't mean to be rude, but I know I'm dead hot an all and I did ask you to put suntan lotion on me, but what the fuck are you doing on top of me? And without your swim trunks on?? Hmm?"
Draco just looked at him incredulously, surprised at how OBNOXIOUS! Potter could be. It was like whoa... SURPRISE!
Harry added on to his previous comment, "I hope you know that you're still in your school clothes while you're at the beach, which isn't the best idea." Attempting not to blush, Draco got off of him quickly. "I never said I wanted you to get off of me. But, do go and put your swim trunks on. I'd really like to see you in them. It's only fair." And then he totally STOLE Draco's trademark smirk!
"Look, Potter. You do NOT boss me around, savvy? I do think you're hot, sexy, and like your personality, but that does not mean you get to be all obnoxious and wanker-ish. Get it? Got it? Good." Harry just smirked some more.
/Hey!!!!!!!! That's the patented MALFOY smirk!!!! Hmph! What does he have to look so sexy with it on?! Fuck that sexy smirk. Fuck my stupid teenage hormones. I hate them ALL!/ "Now, I don't care if you watch or not, I'm putting my swim trunks on and make sure no one else sees me."
"Fine." Harry got up, off his beach towel and attempted to wrap it around Draco's lower half without touching it.
The blonde slowly took off his pants underneath the shirt he had on and pulled down his boxers. Out of pure, funny fun, Harry pretended to fall asleep and fell down on to the sand, towel underneath him. But by the time he was changed, Potter has already really fallen asleep. /So he wants to fall asleep on me, eh? Well, then I may as well give him a rude awakening./
Harry tuned himself over in his sleep, while Draco stole a sand bucket from a friend and ran over to the ocean for some water. He rushed back and splashed the cold water all over the other teen's gorgeously tanned figure.
"MALFOY, YOU FUCKING FUCKWIT!!!!!!"
To be continued.... I think... If you want me to that is. My next post might take a while though. Erm.. after my next post, you might not get an update for another three weeks. I'm sorry, but I'll be at camp then and they might not even let us get on the internet! Pretty please read my other fickies! I'm actually updating. So pleasee?? I know this sound pretty pathetic and shameless... and all that other stuff... heh... Well, bye bye! Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Review please! Until next time!
-- driven to insanity