((Osiris Hey, Anubis and everyone else, I just decided to make 'em live in
Japan because I like anime..yeah...Haha..hope no one minds 'cause I know
more about Japanese schools than British...lol...If you don't like it sod
off...))
Harry carefully chipped the paint outside the black lines with the paint scraper.
He flicked the chips onto the metal plate and there was a knock at the door.
Harry threw it, the scraper getting stabbed into the wall.
He locked the door to the painting room and jogged to the door.
It flung open before he'd gotten to it, Fred grinning, holding up a hairpin behind him, his twin grinning the same, Hermi and Ron.
"Bloody bastard," Harry grinned back closing the door behind them and disappearing into the kitchen.
"So, what's the punishment?" George called.
Harry reappeared holding five wine coolers and a bag of chips, "Nothing hard," he grinned.
"Of course not," Fred grinned, "Anything for a piece of that," he pinched Harry's bum.
"Only for you," Harry let his lips graze the red-head's before laying ontop of Ron who was stretched out on the couch.
They knew he was only joking, but he'd been with each one atleast once alone and atleast once with all.
They chatted about nothing and soon Ron left with Hermi and the twins left for a real party.
Harry double locked the door and chained it and he ventured back into the living room of his flat, collecting the bottles and threw them away.
"Was this the life you'd planned?" Harry asked the photo of a smiling couple all tattooed-up and peirced, "I hope not."
The phone rang, interuptting his thoughts.
"Hullo," he said fiercly into the phone.
"I know it's late," a soft voice came, "but I've been, er, locked out and need a place to stay for the night."
"Malfoy?"
"Yeah," was the even softer reply.
"Where are you?"
Draco told him where the huge manor was and waited on the steps infront of the locked gate.
'You're no son of mine!' his father'd yelled, shoving him into the street, 'I don't knnow why I have to put up with you! Ungrateful son-of-a-bitch!' his words were slurred. He'd been drinking most of the evening.
His mother blew him a kiss from her tear-stained cheeks and kicked her cell phone to him when Lucius was not looking.
The dim light of a motorcycle pulled up, "Draco?"
"Harry?" Draco stood up, shivering uncontrolably.
"Here," Harry handed him his leather jacket, "We'll work on the painting some, eh?" he forced a grin.
"Yeah," Draco said softly, warily climbing on the bike behind the raven- haired boy.
The ride was quick but cold.
Harry swiftly pulled the key to his flat out of the mailbox.
Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Got tired of losing it..."
Draco snorted as Harry tossed it into a bowl next to the door after locking it once more.
"I hope your mum and dad don't mind," Draco smiled.
Harry involuteerily flinched, "No, they're dead."
"Ah," Draco flushed, walking towards their room.
Harry unlocked it following Draco in.
"Wow," he blinked, "It's near finished," he beamed up at Harry, "It'll be ready for the festival in no time!"
"Festival, huh?"
"A real prize winner," Draco began to mix paint.
"What's the prize?" Harry asked.
"One thousand dollars," Draco beamed, "I'm gonna use the money, I mean, after I split it with you, to move to America...or maybe Italy..."
"Wow, sounds fun..." Harry smiled, dipping a brush into the paint.
"Can you do backgrounds?" Harry asked, painting the engine of the motorcycle with silver.
"Yeah, my specialty," Harry smiled, setting the bruck down and picking up a pencil to sketch trees.
"The trees are what took so long on the first one," Draco laughed.
Silence fell as they worked for hours. Harry poked Draco with the dull pencil, "We need to get some rest. You can sleep in my bed. I'll take the couch."
"Oh, no!" Draco shook his head fervently, "I don't want to put you out!"
"The couch folds out," Harry explained.
"Ah, are you sure?"
"Positive," Harry smiled at the blond's selflessness.
Draco blushed, "But I don't have any pajamas."
A laugh escaped before Harry could stifle it, "Just sleep in your boxers. It's what I do."
Draco blushed a deeper red.
"Don't worry- I won't molest you."
The blond was now a red no human could ever become, but he had.
"G'night," Harry disappeared down the hall.
Draco found Harry's bedroom across from the painting room. He'd never seen the room, but it was bleak- a dark blue with a bed covered in a black spread. He quietly stripped to his boxers and climbed into the huge bed. It was so soft and deep; he felt like he'd sink into nothingness.
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The door creaked open and Harry sleepily stole a blanket from his closet and found a tiny light on with Draco sketching away.
"You really love you art, don't you?" Harry smiled softly.
"It is my true love," the blond sighed, "Thank you for helping me with this."
A stab of guilt washed over Harry and he silently closed the door behind him.
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"So, Potter," Snape's lip curl, "Thought up an act yet?"
Harry batted his long lashes and leaned in so he knew Snape could feel it on his neck, "We can-"
"No, you will do something at the school's festival. I odn't care if you sell onigiri, just do something," Snape spun on his heel, his trench coat fluttering behind him.
Harry sighed.
"What was that all about?" Hermi asked, appearing behind him.
"My only punishment he will not let go. I have to perform at the festival."
"Damn..." she shook her head, "And you've got no talent."
"Yeah, you didn't say that in bed."
"So, you're talent's gonna be screwin'? I can see it now...'I need a member of the audience!'" she laughed.
"You've got the most annoying laugh I've ever heard..." Harry sighed, "I took chorus back when I lived with Remus."
"So, sing, little pansy, sing."
As if on cue, Pansy Parkinson walked by wondering why Hermi and Harry were laughing at her.
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TCB
Harry carefully chipped the paint outside the black lines with the paint scraper.
He flicked the chips onto the metal plate and there was a knock at the door.
Harry threw it, the scraper getting stabbed into the wall.
He locked the door to the painting room and jogged to the door.
It flung open before he'd gotten to it, Fred grinning, holding up a hairpin behind him, his twin grinning the same, Hermi and Ron.
"Bloody bastard," Harry grinned back closing the door behind them and disappearing into the kitchen.
"So, what's the punishment?" George called.
Harry reappeared holding five wine coolers and a bag of chips, "Nothing hard," he grinned.
"Of course not," Fred grinned, "Anything for a piece of that," he pinched Harry's bum.
"Only for you," Harry let his lips graze the red-head's before laying ontop of Ron who was stretched out on the couch.
They knew he was only joking, but he'd been with each one atleast once alone and atleast once with all.
They chatted about nothing and soon Ron left with Hermi and the twins left for a real party.
Harry double locked the door and chained it and he ventured back into the living room of his flat, collecting the bottles and threw them away.
"Was this the life you'd planned?" Harry asked the photo of a smiling couple all tattooed-up and peirced, "I hope not."
The phone rang, interuptting his thoughts.
"Hullo," he said fiercly into the phone.
"I know it's late," a soft voice came, "but I've been, er, locked out and need a place to stay for the night."
"Malfoy?"
"Yeah," was the even softer reply.
"Where are you?"
Draco told him where the huge manor was and waited on the steps infront of the locked gate.
'You're no son of mine!' his father'd yelled, shoving him into the street, 'I don't knnow why I have to put up with you! Ungrateful son-of-a-bitch!' his words were slurred. He'd been drinking most of the evening.
His mother blew him a kiss from her tear-stained cheeks and kicked her cell phone to him when Lucius was not looking.
The dim light of a motorcycle pulled up, "Draco?"
"Harry?" Draco stood up, shivering uncontrolably.
"Here," Harry handed him his leather jacket, "We'll work on the painting some, eh?" he forced a grin.
"Yeah," Draco said softly, warily climbing on the bike behind the raven- haired boy.
The ride was quick but cold.
Harry swiftly pulled the key to his flat out of the mailbox.
Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Got tired of losing it..."
Draco snorted as Harry tossed it into a bowl next to the door after locking it once more.
"I hope your mum and dad don't mind," Draco smiled.
Harry involuteerily flinched, "No, they're dead."
"Ah," Draco flushed, walking towards their room.
Harry unlocked it following Draco in.
"Wow," he blinked, "It's near finished," he beamed up at Harry, "It'll be ready for the festival in no time!"
"Festival, huh?"
"A real prize winner," Draco began to mix paint.
"What's the prize?" Harry asked.
"One thousand dollars," Draco beamed, "I'm gonna use the money, I mean, after I split it with you, to move to America...or maybe Italy..."
"Wow, sounds fun..." Harry smiled, dipping a brush into the paint.
"Can you do backgrounds?" Harry asked, painting the engine of the motorcycle with silver.
"Yeah, my specialty," Harry smiled, setting the bruck down and picking up a pencil to sketch trees.
"The trees are what took so long on the first one," Draco laughed.
Silence fell as they worked for hours. Harry poked Draco with the dull pencil, "We need to get some rest. You can sleep in my bed. I'll take the couch."
"Oh, no!" Draco shook his head fervently, "I don't want to put you out!"
"The couch folds out," Harry explained.
"Ah, are you sure?"
"Positive," Harry smiled at the blond's selflessness.
Draco blushed, "But I don't have any pajamas."
A laugh escaped before Harry could stifle it, "Just sleep in your boxers. It's what I do."
Draco blushed a deeper red.
"Don't worry- I won't molest you."
The blond was now a red no human could ever become, but he had.
"G'night," Harry disappeared down the hall.
Draco found Harry's bedroom across from the painting room. He'd never seen the room, but it was bleak- a dark blue with a bed covered in a black spread. He quietly stripped to his boxers and climbed into the huge bed. It was so soft and deep; he felt like he'd sink into nothingness.
‡‡‡
The door creaked open and Harry sleepily stole a blanket from his closet and found a tiny light on with Draco sketching away.
"You really love you art, don't you?" Harry smiled softly.
"It is my true love," the blond sighed, "Thank you for helping me with this."
A stab of guilt washed over Harry and he silently closed the door behind him.
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"So, Potter," Snape's lip curl, "Thought up an act yet?"
Harry batted his long lashes and leaned in so he knew Snape could feel it on his neck, "We can-"
"No, you will do something at the school's festival. I odn't care if you sell onigiri, just do something," Snape spun on his heel, his trench coat fluttering behind him.
Harry sighed.
"What was that all about?" Hermi asked, appearing behind him.
"My only punishment he will not let go. I have to perform at the festival."
"Damn..." she shook her head, "And you've got no talent."
"Yeah, you didn't say that in bed."
"So, you're talent's gonna be screwin'? I can see it now...'I need a member of the audience!'" she laughed.
"You've got the most annoying laugh I've ever heard..." Harry sighed, "I took chorus back when I lived with Remus."
"So, sing, little pansy, sing."
As if on cue, Pansy Parkinson walked by wondering why Hermi and Harry were laughing at her.
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TCB