Author: CelestialDrgn, aka Celeste
Rating: PG-13
Category: AU, Drama/Romance
Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me, so don't sue! All you'll get is pocket lint. All my money goes towards my anime and Harry Potter possessions. Harry Potter is owned, however, by J. K. Rowling, Scholastic, Bloomsbury, and Raincoast Books publishing companies. Aside from Luke, none of the characters are mine, only the idea of my story. St. John Vianney school is also one of my creations. This is a work in progress, and is my first HP fanfic (that I will attempt to finish.) Send all comments/suggestions/flames to padfootmoonbellsouth.net
HARRY/DRACO SLASH!! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY THIS!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!! Have a good day, and do not litter. ;
(muy lengthy) Author's note and flame at the end!!
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A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes (8/?)
Monday morning found Father Snape's first period Chemistry students in trouble. Many of the students had taken off their blazers and sweaters and rolled their sleeves up to avoid getting wet from their experiment. All of the students wore clear, thick plastic aprons and green tinted safety goggles. Dean kept laughing at Seamus and calling him 'Toad' from X-Men. Seamus responded by saying he would show Dean how good his tongue was later.
Draco and Harry were paired up in their experiment showing how to learn the mass, volume, and density of an unknown metal. The pairs were given a known amount of lead spheres, and two unknown metals. Draco read the procedure to Harry.
"All right... we have the lead, the two unknowns, a balance, watch glasses, a twenty-five milliliter graduated cylinder, a ruler... and too many paper towels," he said, staring pointedly at the pile of paper towels in front of them.
"For some reason, I think we may need all of them," Harry replied warily.
"Okay... we can do this. It says, first to record the masses of the metals through the triple beam balance. Let's measure the lead first," the blonde said, taking the rounded watch glass and cautiously pouring the lead spheres onto the balance. He then carefully slid the weights on the beams until the dial had balanced itself, the arrow pointing to zero. The pair recorded the measures in their lab books.
Harry read the procedure list. "Next step... find the volume of the metals through water displacement. Fill a twenty-five milliliter graduated cylinder half-full with tap water by pouring water from the beaker. Easy enough," he said, taking the beaker and placing it under the spout of the sink. Unfortunately, the spout had a cone-nozzle attached, causing the water to jet out. Harry lost his grip on the beaker, and it smashed at the bottom of the sink.
"Shit!"
"Harry!" Draco exclaimed, and rushed to the sink, proceeding to knock a second beaker into the sink, breaking it.
"Oh, good job, genius!"
"You're the one who had the beaker under the spout when you turned it on, dimwit! You turn the sink on before you put the beaker under there!" Draco turned the faucet off and retrieved another beaker from under the sink. "Observe," he said, and turned the sink back on, adjusted the water flow, and filled the beaker without any further trouble.
"O, great omniscient one," Harry replied, pretending to bow.
"That's right, gain back your status."
"Shove it."
Draco filled the graduated cylinder with the water and added the lead spheres. They recorded the result and did the same for their second metal. On their third one, they once more ran into trouble.
"Um... Draco? It won't fit," Harry said, trying to push the chunk of glittery metal into the narrow mouth of the cylinder.
"Give it here," replied Draco, rotating the metal so that it slid into the cylinder. They measured the water level, then upturned the cylinder over the sink. Only the water was able to get out. Draco lightly shook the glass cylinder, but the metal did not move.
"Oh. Real cute."
"I told you it wouldn't fit."
"How about you keep your mouth shut?"
The two stared at each other.
"Maybe he won't notice?"
"Maybe," Draco replied, abandoning their cylinder by the sink.
They both cleaned up hurriedly, and ended up spilling lead all over the sink. They ignored it, carefully picking up the larger portions of the broken glass and throwing it away. Placing everything on the drying rack, they put up their aprons, grabbed their books, and ran out of the classroom as the bell rang, goggles still on their head. The two ran up to the first floor, ignoring the stares they received and leaned against the wall, panting. They then looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"You know that we're going to get in trouble, right?" Harry asked later, after their laughter died down.
"Most likely, but it's not my fault we did a sucky job cleaning the Chem lab. Father Snape should have revised the directions reminding people what to do and how to do it. And more time couldn't hurt."
"Let's see... our record is two beakers and that cylinder... oh, and the lead. Yep, we're in trouble."
"Oh well. Get going, or you'll be late for your next class. I'll see you at lunch," Draco said, taking his goggles off his head and running up the stairs for his Algebra II class. Harry hurried down the corridor to his Latin II class. Harry slid into his usual seat and took his goggles off, stuffing them in his bag. Ron came in a minute later and sat down beside Harry.
"How was the lab?" Ron asked, taking out his Latin book.
Harry simply laughed. "Interesting," was his only response.
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The rest of the day passed uneventfully, aside from the fact Harry and Draco did end up getting detention for leaving the lab without cleaning up completely and for not telling their teacher they had broken some of the equipment. Harry had to miss soccer to serve his detention, and Draco missed his dance class.
"They'll get over it," Draco said, talking about his instructor and Harry's coach. "I mean, we're teenagers. It's practically a law for us to get a detention. They can live with us missing one practice."
The two arrived at the Chem lab a few minutes before they were needed there. A few students were in the classroom getting help from Father Snape when they entered. Father Snape looked up and shook his head, smiling ruefully.
"Just give me a few minutes, and I'll be with you."
The two put their bags down and rolled up their sleeves, getting ready for their chores. After the students left, Father Snape walked over to the two boys.
"This is why you clean up properly after a lab. I don't care if you're going to be late for the next class, I can write you an excuse note. Now," he walked over to the sinks and picked up the cylinder with the glittery chunk of metal still stuck in the mouth of the cylinder. "Can you explain this?"
Harry looked pointedly at Draco. "I told him it wouldn't fit, he insisted it could."
Draco's reply was a raspberry.
Father Snape smirked at their show of immaturity. "Is that true, Draco?"
"Yes," he half grumbled, half sighed.
"Well, the only way I can get this out is if I break the glass, so I'm going to have to do that later. But for now, you two have to make sure all the lab equipment is back in their stations, and clean up the sink you dirtied, but use a dust pan. I noticed there was broken glass you two conveniently forgot to tell me about at the bottom of the sink."
The two boys then set off and placed the glass tubes, cylinders, and watch glasses from the drying rack into their appropriate drawers and cabinets. Harry ended up being the one to clean the sink, and was very careful as to avoid getting cut by glass and getting potential lead poisoning. Forty-five minutes later, the lab was spotless.
"You know," Father Snape said after he analyzed the lab, "I should get you two in detention more often."
"No, it's all right," Harry replied.
"Yes, really, our schedules are full enough as it is," said Draco.
Father Snape laughed. "Okay, you two are dismissed. Just make sure you two clean up after your next lab, or else you'll know where you're going to be."
"Yes, Father," they answered as they left.
Draco and Harry walked up the stairs and through the corridors to their dormitories.
"That wasn't too bad," Harry said.
"Yeah, it could have been worse, like... well... I dunno, but it could have been worse."
Harry laughed. The two walked in companionable silence for a few moments. Draco became courageous and gently brushed his hand against Harry's as they walked. Harry didn't respond. Draco again brushed his hand against Harry's. Harry looked back at the blonde.
"Sorry," he said, as he put some distance between them.
"Why are you apologizing? I meant to do that," Draco said, stopping.
Harry stopped as well. "Y-you did? Why?"
Draco hung his head. "Harry, honestly, you're intelligent. But, you also need to use it outside of the classroom." Draco walked closer to Harry. "I thought I made it clear to you on Friday. I like you, Harry. And naturally, with people you're romantically attracted to, you want to be affectionate. I was trying to hint that I wanted to hold your hand, but you don't need to if you don't want to."
Harry thought about this for a while. He then reached out and sought Draco's hand, holding it gently. A warm thrill went through him and straight to his heart. Draco's long, thin fingers closed themselves around Harry's hand. Harry's thumb tenderly caressed the back of Draco's hand. He marveled at how soft his skin was, expecting the pads of Draco's fingers to be calloused because of the number of years the blonde had been playing violin.
"Amazing, isn't it?"
"Sorry, what?"
"How intimate just holding hands can be." Draco lifted their clasped hands and delicately kissed Harry's fingers.
They stood like that in the hallway, their hands clasped, when they heard approaching footsteps. Pulling apart immediately, they looked to see who it was, and relaxed.
"Remus!"
Remus Lupin looked up and smiled, seeing his boyfriend's godson and his friend. "Hello, you two. May I ask what you're doing in the middle of a secluded corridor?"
Both of their cheeks were tinged with pink, but Draco was having more success at hiding his embarrassment.
"We were just heading back to the dorms," the blonde replied.
"Remus, can I talk to you later?" Harry asked earnestly.
"Sure, just come by my office whenever you feel like it. Behave, you two. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he said, as he passed them and walked to the Dining Hall.
"Let's see, he's friends with Sirius, and also his lover..." Draco mulled over. Harry hit him upside the head.
"Stop that, Sirius is my godfather! And Remus is Luke's godfather. I don't need any mental images, thanks!"
"Oh, come on! Don't tell me you don't think Sirius looks drop dead gorgeous with his leather trousers?"
"Draco!"
"And Remus' eyes are to die for! How often do you come across anyone who has amber eyes?"
"Stop that, they're the same age as my dad! They were in his year!"
"Ooh, kinky."
"Draco!"
The hippie laughed. "It's fun to toy with you, Harry, you take everything so seriously!"
"Wait, now that I think about it, I believe your dad was in their year too," Harry leered.
Draco paused, then grimaced. "Okay, aside from that fact... you killjoy..."
The brunette simply laughed as they made it back to the dormitories.
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Harry tentatively knocked on the door of Remus' office. He studied the wood grain as he heard someone approaching the door. Surprisingly, Sirius was the one to open the door.
"Harry! What are you doing here? Is anything wrong?" he asked, immediately concerned.
The boy just smiled. "No, I'm all right, Sirius. I just came to talk to Remus about something, but I want you to hear this also."
Remus appeared behind his lover, resting his chin on one of Sirius' broad shoulders. "Come in, I was wondering whether or not you changed you mind."
The two older men stepped aside to let the teenager in. Harry closed the door behind him, drinking in the vermillion walls and the warm scent of cocoa.
"Would you like any tea? Hot chocolate?" Remus asked, sitting down on his desktop.
"No, I'm fine, I just came from dinner."
Sirius sat down on one of the plush chairs adorning Remus' office. "So, mate... what's your problem?"
Harry sat in a chair beside Sirius, across from Remus. He fiddled with his fingers a bit, looking at the oriental pattered carpet. "I was wondering," he began softly, then gained volume. "How did you two get together?"
Both of them looked at each other.
"How did we get together?" Sirius asked.
Remus smiled, reminiscing. "We actually attended this school. We met your dad here, too, in our seventh year. We were probably the most mischievous people to come along to peaceful, St. John Vianney, aside from the Weasley twins. Actually, I was a prefect, but I didn't tell on your father or Sirius. They always gave Sister Catherine such a headache, and she would always yell, 'Stop marauding!' That's how we adopted the name Marauders. Anyway, I started fancying Sirius our tenth year, but he had liked me since eighth year. We hit off, just like that," he finished, snapping his fingers.
Sirius looked thoughtful for a while, then grinned widely. "Harry, does this have to do with Draco?"
Harry's face gradually flushed until he matched the walls of the room. "Uhm..." he said, looking down at the carpet for comfort. It gave none.
"Ooh, it does! It does!" Sirius proclaimed, practically bouncing in his seat.
"Sirius," Remus reprimanded.
"Harry fancies Draco!" the older brunette sang childishly.
"Sirius, you're not helping your godson any. Now I understand why he would have rather talked to me than you."
Sirius gave a girlish giggle.
Harry stared, frightened.
"My Lord, I haven't seen him his worked up since he snuck in instant cappuccino in seventh year," the dirty-blonde muttered. He then turned to face Harry. "What exactly is it you wanted to ask?"
Harry thought for a minute. "Just basically... how can you sustain a relationship in this school? And, what about if people find out?"
Sirius finally sobered and sat calmly in his seat. "Remus and I were close to begin with, so no one really suspected anything. Just try to keep things discreet, no flowers on Valentine's Day and such. And if people find out, that's up to you two if you're ready to come out or not. Remus and I didn't care what people thought, so if someone asked, we didn't deny. But if you're not ready, don't feel guilty to deny, because you won't be ready for what comes with coming out, sometimes."
Remus nodded. "Just follow your heart, but don't forget to use your brain as well."
Harry stood up and gave them each a hug. "Thank you," he said with deep gratitude. They then greeted each other good night, and Harry returned to his dormitory, sleeping peacefully that night.
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Wednesday started the same time it usually did, but the classes were shortened and there was no Mass. After lunch that day was the first House Game competition of the year. The previous year, the victors had been Gertrude with four hundred seventy-five points, and Hedwig in last place with only two hundred fifty points. The other three houses were hoping to beat the champions of the year before, and the school was filled with a charged atmosphere in the hours leading up to the games. When the lunch bell rang at noon that day, students fled out of their classrooms to the dormitories to change, or to the Dining Hall. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco walked out of their Theology class, Harry rubbing his head.
"That was too much to take in," he whined.
"Would you like some cheese with that?" Hermione asked, adjusting her bag.
"Shove it, 'Mione, not everyone's a genious."
"PMSing, are we?" Draco asked his boyfriend. Harry's response was a glare. The two of them had undone their ties before the lunch bell rang. Their group of four was heading back to the dormitories to change into their house colours.
Ron was taking off his uniform shirt as they walked revealing his red house shirt underneath. A few catcalls floated down the corridor. "Take it off, Ron! Take it all off!" laughed a couple of Hedwig twelfth year girls. Ron's blush rivaled his crimson shirt. The others laughed as well.
As the friends made their way to the dormitories, they saw many people interacting with people of other houses, groups with two Ignatius and a Hedwig, and even a group of friends made up of four Gertrude, one Ignatius, two Aloysius, and three Hedwig students. Each of the houses had their own motto. For instance, Hedwig's was "Fides et Sapientia," or faith and wisdom. Ignatius' motto was "Vires et Fidelis," translating to truth and loyalty. Gertrude's motto stated they were "Callidus et Ambitiosus," cunning and ambitious. Lastly, Ron's shirt had emblazoned on his chest underneath their crest "Fortis et Fidelis" for Aloysius, courageous and faithful.
They each took about ten minutes to change and meet up again in the commons area of the dormitories, each wearing either jeans or running shorts. Ron dragged the three others to the Dining Hall for a fast lunch, then they headed to the athletic area.
St. John Vianney was renowned for being one of the best boarding schools in England, excelling in academics, arts, sports, and community service. The school was equipt with two gymnasiums and two fitness rooms, each gymnasium big enough to hold half the school population in each. St. John Vianney actively participated in house competitions in varying forms to include everyone in their strengths. That day was a battle ball competition.
The volume and temperature rose in the main gymnasium as more people entered, sitting in their designated house areas, causing Draco to split up from his friends. Each house sat under a gigantic banner of their house crest while many students waved flags of their house colour. All the other houses laughed at Hedwig, saying they were signaling their surrender. Once the whole school miraculously squeezed in the gymnasium, one student from each house ran inside and ran a lap around the gym, waving their banners. Cheers escalated as the start of the house games began. Ms. Sprout (Professor Sprout), Deacon Flitwick (Professor Flitwick), Mr. Hagrid, who taught Biology ("Hey, look! It's Hagrid!" Harry exclaimed), and Remus joined Ms. Hooch, dressed in black sweat-pants and gold or blue shirts as they walked into the centre of the floor. Ms Hooch held a microphone.
"Hello everyone and welcome to the first house games of the year."
Scattered applause resounded once more.
"Now, I'm going to explain to you the rules of battle ball. The seventh years have played one style of battle ball during their physical education classes, which was American style. The style we're going to play today is Australian style. The objective," she continued as Remus picked up a volleyball, his blue shirt slightly taught against his athletic frame. "Is one team starts out with one person holding a volleyball from one team, and the complete other team is on the court as well." Ms. Sprout and Deacon Flitwick were wearing gold shirts and faced Remus. "The one person throws the volleyball, and if it hits a person, they're replaced with a member of his own team." Remus threw the ball which hit Ms. Sprout on the leg as she attempted to dodge it. Mr. Hagrid walked onto the court, wearing a blue shirt. He picked up the volleyball and attempted to tag Deacon Flitwick, but he nimbly dodged the ball and ran opposite of the ball's direction. The students clapped and laughed, surprised at Deacon Flitwick's speed. Remus finally pegged him on the back as he passed by, ending his victory. "When the other team eliminates all of their opponents, then the roles are reversed. Whichever team has the lowest time to eliminate the other team wins."
The athletic leaders of each house went throughout their respective houses, handing out a sheet of paper that held the names of the players on "Team A," and "Team B." There were twenty-five people on each team, but they still managed to leave some students out.
"Hey, they forgot I was in this house!" Ron exclaimed, glaring at the offending sheet. His older brothers and Ginny however, managed to make one of the teams.
"Don't worry, I'm not on one either," Harry responded. "Besides, I'd rather sit this out and watch. I don't remember this at all."
"Well, I'm playing on Team B.," Hermione piped in.
Ron looked at her. "Good luck, 'Mione. The guys of Gertrude are huge."
The teams playing were announced, and the rest of the school was left to choose which game to watch. Most of Aloysius left for the smaller gymnasium, which was hosting the Hedwig/Aloysius team B game. Draco walked over to where Ron and Harry were sitting. Several Gertrude students were telling Draco to stop "fraternizing with the enemy," but Draco ignored them.
"Come on, let's ditch this," Draco said, grabbing both Ron and Harry's arm.
"Wait! I haven't seen this played before!" Harry protested.
"It's not that interesting, really. You watched the demonstration. It's not fun unless you're actually playing. We can go into the Prefect's Lounge and watch some television or something," Draco responded.
Both boys complied and carefully climbed down the bleachers and walked out of the gym. They walked down the main hall and followed Draco to the Prefect's Lounge. The walls were a coffee colour, and leather couches and chairs were scattered around the room in little social circles. They were not the only ones skipping the house games. Justin Finch-Fletchley (Ignatius), Parvati Patil (Aloysius), Padma Patil (Hedwig), Terry Boot (Hedwig), and Lavender Brown (Aloysius) were there, and looked back at them as they entered. All of them exhaled with relief when they saw who entered.
"Good, now we have an excuse to be here," Terry said, looking back at the television.
"Wait, what do you mean?" Ron asked.
"Draco's a Prefect. He can say that he let us in here," Terry responded.
Padma was flipping through the channels, and stopped temporarily on a children's show. Blue's Clues was showing, and was almost over since Joe had solved Blue's Clues.
"Blue wanted to measure the length of the picture frame." Joe looked at the camera. "What kind of things do you like to measure?"
Justin proclaimed, "The size of my d-" Lavender clamped her hand over Justin's mouth. The group dissolved in laughter.
"Hey, what else is on?" Draco asked, sitting on a vacant couch. Harry was standing beside him, and Draco took a handful of Harry's shirt, pulling him onto the couch beside him.
"Whoa!" Harry windmilled his arms and landed with a dull thump onto the couch. He then glared at his counterpart. "Why must you insist on doing that?"
"Because I love you?"
Harry snorted.
Draco curled up on his side and laid his head on Harry's shoulder, and held his hand. "Loosen up, you're too tense."
"If you intend to use me as a pillow, you need to get used to it."
Parvati looked at the two and cooed. "Aww, are you two together?"
The rest of the room turned to stare. Harry turned red, and tried to shove Draco off his shoulder.
Terry laughed. "Hey, don't mind us. None of us are homophobic. I myself am with Justin here."
Harry, Draco, and Ron looked at him. "Really?" they asked in unison.
"Yeah," Justin responded. "It's been... oh, say, two months now? None of the other houses mind, but Gertrude's a bit touchy on things like this." He looked at Draco. "Sorry, mate."
Draco waved him off. "Nah, it's fine. I wish I were sorted into another house, I don't really have anyone who's truly my friend. They're all a bunch of neanderthals. Plus, Pansy has a crush on me. Quite disturbing."
Everyone winched in sympathy. Padma switched the television off. "What do you guys want to do?"
"Hey, how about a game of Truth or Dare?" Lavender suggested.
"That's so... juvenile," Parvati stated.
"Ah, come on, it could be fun," Terry said, settling next to Justin. Justin wrapped his arms around Terry, who buried his face in Justin's shoulder.
Lavender perked up. "I'll start! Ron, truth or dare?"
Ron looked up from the magazine he picked up. "Uh... dare."
Lavender's eyes lit with an eerie mischievous gleam. "I dare you to go out to the soccer field and lick the goal post."
Ron blanched as everyone laughed and made sounds of "eugh!"
"Do I have to?"
"Yes!"
"Ron, mate, don't do it!" Draco laughed.
"Yeah, you might get worms in your stomach or something," Harry said, making a face.
Lavender grabbed Ron's arm and dragged him outside. The rest of the group followed. Once they were on the soccer field, Ron stared at the goal post.
"Do it!" Lavender urged.
Ron sighed resignedly, and stepped closer to the post. He leaned closer, his eyes squeezed shut, and licked the post. The group made sounds of disgust.
"Okay... Terry, truth or dare," Ron asked, a slightly nauseous look on his face.
"Dare."
"Er... kiss Justin."
"That's it?"
"Sure, I can't think of anything else."
Terry shrugged and gave Justin a chaste kiss on the cheek.
The girls made sounds of disappointment.
"Sorry, I'm not giving you a free show."
Now it was Justin's turn. Justin looked at each person skeptically, and grinned.
"Harry, truth or dare."
"Truth, for I fear the dare," Harry responded, taking a seat on the grass. Everyone followed his example.
Justin's grin grew wider. "How many times have you masturbated in a twenty- four hour period?"
"What?!"
"Yeah, Harry," Draco nudged him playfully. "How many times?"
"What if I haven't?"
"Oh, come on, Harry! Be honest! I'll be honest, it's been three for me," Terry said.
Justin looked at his boyfriend. "Really?" Terry nodded. "Oh. You never told me that. Anyway, how many times, Harry?"
"I'm telling the truth, I haven't!"
"Okay, then, I dare you to tonight, and Draco's your witness."
Everyone laughed at Harry's discomfort.
Their game grew as more people ditched the house games, with the final playing teams being Gertrude and Ignatius. Barely anyone watched, as they knew Gertrude would win the house games for that day.
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Gertrude indeed won the games for that day, and the whole school was treated to a celebratory feast. Draco ditched his house and joined Harry, Ron, and Hermione at their table.
"You missed it, Hermione! Ron licked the goal post of the soccer goal!" Draco exclaimed.
Hermione nearly choked on her drink. "What?" she asked, coughing lightly.
"Lavender dared him to lick the soccer goal. Don't kiss him until he gargles some disinfectant or something."
Harry snickered. "Too late..."
Hermione glared at Ron. "Why didn't you tell me?!"
"Uhm... I love you?"
"Ronald Weasley..."
"Ron, that's your signal to run, mate."
"It's your fault, you shouldn't have said anything!" Ron hissed.
Before anything else could unfold, Dumbledore stood up and asked for everyone's attention. The school went silent, waiting for their headmaster to speak.
"Thank you. Now, I would like to again, congratulate Gertrude in their victory in battle ball." Light sounds of applause resonated from the students. "I would also like to introduce a new transfer student." A boy with dark brown, almost black hair stood from his seat at the end of the teacher's table. He walked forward, toward Dumbledore, and stood next to him. His gray-green eyes had a strange look to them, almost like a hidden hostility. He was wearing a navy and green tie, which meant he was sorted into Gertrude. Dumbledore looked out at the student body. "This student is in the eleventh year. Everyone welcome Tom Riddle."
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Author's note: Thanks for your patience! My ancient HP Pavilion finally crashed, and I lost everything. Luckily, I saved this chapter onto a floppy disk the day before it crashed, and I had 6 pages typed out. Anyways, thanks goes to Sardidus-Sky, PeachDancer82, GaBrIeLa2, rct the deku nut ((There's nothing wrong with Hufflepuff associated with Leo house. Besides, John XXIII rules. Go White!!)) , Jade Maxwell ((patience, my child, patience...)), Trempush ((Does this answer your question? )) , BratPrincess-187, ddz008, and Sesaru. I really appreciate you guys, because you help fuel my desire to write. BTW, I wrote a 27 page long story in Creative Writing, it was funny b/c everyone else had 11 pages. Another one of my excuses for why it took so long.
FYIs: The Chemistry scene was inspired by my boyfriend and his lab partner's notorious reputation they gained when they performed the exact experiment I had Harry and Draco star in, except they escaped without detention. The Shakespeare scene in the last chapter was inspired by my own Shakespeare class, when we studied Taming of the Shrew. Unfortunately, there was no boy-on-boy action in my class, nor did we have to memorize our lines, resulting in extremely boring Shakespearean acting. The truth or dare scene was inspired by my own school's house games. We played ultimate frisbee, and since my friends and I weren't picked for any of the teams, we played truth or dare, and those were the actual questions and dares asked. Oh, and our Green House, Gregory, also wins everything, which is why I made Gertrude win.
OMG, I got my first flame!! Buahah, man, this is hilarious! Read this, you guys, this is great. "From: Harry Potter Rocks Thinke (http:?userid=449004) This has got to be one of the worst fanfics i have ever read, no offense. Its well written and all but its Boring! I cant even go on and read ch. 7. The whole gay thing is REALLY gross, too. PLEASE fix that part, atleast with Harry!! And PLEASE make sure he gets to go back to Hogwarts because if he doesnt the whole story will have been kind of useless!" In the words of my beta reader Tiger, "Weak. Very weak." Well, no offense taken! Actually, I'm glad they brought the boring part up. This is the reason I take Creative Writing class, to increase my skills as a writer. But, the gay thing is staying. Don't like, don't read. It's that simple, kiddos. Honestly, people, you need to read the warnings! I don't put them there for my health, it's for other's sanity. Oh, and if Harry goes back to the wizarding world is for me to know, and you to find out. ::cheesy grin:: HPRT, be glad you won't read future chapters, because there may be a nice lime scene, a mild, ::cough:: SEXUAL SCENE BETWEEN TWO GAY GUYS, so again, IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE THIS, DON'T READ! Oh, and future warning to anyone who wants to flame, your flame will be posted for all to laugh at. "Ever mind the rule of three: what you give out returns to thee."
Rating: PG-13
Category: AU, Drama/Romance
Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me, so don't sue! All you'll get is pocket lint. All my money goes towards my anime and Harry Potter possessions. Harry Potter is owned, however, by J. K. Rowling, Scholastic, Bloomsbury, and Raincoast Books publishing companies. Aside from Luke, none of the characters are mine, only the idea of my story. St. John Vianney school is also one of my creations. This is a work in progress, and is my first HP fanfic (that I will attempt to finish.) Send all comments/suggestions/flames to padfootmoonbellsouth.net
HARRY/DRACO SLASH!! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY THIS!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!! Have a good day, and do not litter. ;
(muy lengthy) Author's note and flame at the end!!
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A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes (8/?)
Monday morning found Father Snape's first period Chemistry students in trouble. Many of the students had taken off their blazers and sweaters and rolled their sleeves up to avoid getting wet from their experiment. All of the students wore clear, thick plastic aprons and green tinted safety goggles. Dean kept laughing at Seamus and calling him 'Toad' from X-Men. Seamus responded by saying he would show Dean how good his tongue was later.
Draco and Harry were paired up in their experiment showing how to learn the mass, volume, and density of an unknown metal. The pairs were given a known amount of lead spheres, and two unknown metals. Draco read the procedure to Harry.
"All right... we have the lead, the two unknowns, a balance, watch glasses, a twenty-five milliliter graduated cylinder, a ruler... and too many paper towels," he said, staring pointedly at the pile of paper towels in front of them.
"For some reason, I think we may need all of them," Harry replied warily.
"Okay... we can do this. It says, first to record the masses of the metals through the triple beam balance. Let's measure the lead first," the blonde said, taking the rounded watch glass and cautiously pouring the lead spheres onto the balance. He then carefully slid the weights on the beams until the dial had balanced itself, the arrow pointing to zero. The pair recorded the measures in their lab books.
Harry read the procedure list. "Next step... find the volume of the metals through water displacement. Fill a twenty-five milliliter graduated cylinder half-full with tap water by pouring water from the beaker. Easy enough," he said, taking the beaker and placing it under the spout of the sink. Unfortunately, the spout had a cone-nozzle attached, causing the water to jet out. Harry lost his grip on the beaker, and it smashed at the bottom of the sink.
"Shit!"
"Harry!" Draco exclaimed, and rushed to the sink, proceeding to knock a second beaker into the sink, breaking it.
"Oh, good job, genius!"
"You're the one who had the beaker under the spout when you turned it on, dimwit! You turn the sink on before you put the beaker under there!" Draco turned the faucet off and retrieved another beaker from under the sink. "Observe," he said, and turned the sink back on, adjusted the water flow, and filled the beaker without any further trouble.
"O, great omniscient one," Harry replied, pretending to bow.
"That's right, gain back your status."
"Shove it."
Draco filled the graduated cylinder with the water and added the lead spheres. They recorded the result and did the same for their second metal. On their third one, they once more ran into trouble.
"Um... Draco? It won't fit," Harry said, trying to push the chunk of glittery metal into the narrow mouth of the cylinder.
"Give it here," replied Draco, rotating the metal so that it slid into the cylinder. They measured the water level, then upturned the cylinder over the sink. Only the water was able to get out. Draco lightly shook the glass cylinder, but the metal did not move.
"Oh. Real cute."
"I told you it wouldn't fit."
"How about you keep your mouth shut?"
The two stared at each other.
"Maybe he won't notice?"
"Maybe," Draco replied, abandoning their cylinder by the sink.
They both cleaned up hurriedly, and ended up spilling lead all over the sink. They ignored it, carefully picking up the larger portions of the broken glass and throwing it away. Placing everything on the drying rack, they put up their aprons, grabbed their books, and ran out of the classroom as the bell rang, goggles still on their head. The two ran up to the first floor, ignoring the stares they received and leaned against the wall, panting. They then looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"You know that we're going to get in trouble, right?" Harry asked later, after their laughter died down.
"Most likely, but it's not my fault we did a sucky job cleaning the Chem lab. Father Snape should have revised the directions reminding people what to do and how to do it. And more time couldn't hurt."
"Let's see... our record is two beakers and that cylinder... oh, and the lead. Yep, we're in trouble."
"Oh well. Get going, or you'll be late for your next class. I'll see you at lunch," Draco said, taking his goggles off his head and running up the stairs for his Algebra II class. Harry hurried down the corridor to his Latin II class. Harry slid into his usual seat and took his goggles off, stuffing them in his bag. Ron came in a minute later and sat down beside Harry.
"How was the lab?" Ron asked, taking out his Latin book.
Harry simply laughed. "Interesting," was his only response.
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The rest of the day passed uneventfully, aside from the fact Harry and Draco did end up getting detention for leaving the lab without cleaning up completely and for not telling their teacher they had broken some of the equipment. Harry had to miss soccer to serve his detention, and Draco missed his dance class.
"They'll get over it," Draco said, talking about his instructor and Harry's coach. "I mean, we're teenagers. It's practically a law for us to get a detention. They can live with us missing one practice."
The two arrived at the Chem lab a few minutes before they were needed there. A few students were in the classroom getting help from Father Snape when they entered. Father Snape looked up and shook his head, smiling ruefully.
"Just give me a few minutes, and I'll be with you."
The two put their bags down and rolled up their sleeves, getting ready for their chores. After the students left, Father Snape walked over to the two boys.
"This is why you clean up properly after a lab. I don't care if you're going to be late for the next class, I can write you an excuse note. Now," he walked over to the sinks and picked up the cylinder with the glittery chunk of metal still stuck in the mouth of the cylinder. "Can you explain this?"
Harry looked pointedly at Draco. "I told him it wouldn't fit, he insisted it could."
Draco's reply was a raspberry.
Father Snape smirked at their show of immaturity. "Is that true, Draco?"
"Yes," he half grumbled, half sighed.
"Well, the only way I can get this out is if I break the glass, so I'm going to have to do that later. But for now, you two have to make sure all the lab equipment is back in their stations, and clean up the sink you dirtied, but use a dust pan. I noticed there was broken glass you two conveniently forgot to tell me about at the bottom of the sink."
The two boys then set off and placed the glass tubes, cylinders, and watch glasses from the drying rack into their appropriate drawers and cabinets. Harry ended up being the one to clean the sink, and was very careful as to avoid getting cut by glass and getting potential lead poisoning. Forty-five minutes later, the lab was spotless.
"You know," Father Snape said after he analyzed the lab, "I should get you two in detention more often."
"No, it's all right," Harry replied.
"Yes, really, our schedules are full enough as it is," said Draco.
Father Snape laughed. "Okay, you two are dismissed. Just make sure you two clean up after your next lab, or else you'll know where you're going to be."
"Yes, Father," they answered as they left.
Draco and Harry walked up the stairs and through the corridors to their dormitories.
"That wasn't too bad," Harry said.
"Yeah, it could have been worse, like... well... I dunno, but it could have been worse."
Harry laughed. The two walked in companionable silence for a few moments. Draco became courageous and gently brushed his hand against Harry's as they walked. Harry didn't respond. Draco again brushed his hand against Harry's. Harry looked back at the blonde.
"Sorry," he said, as he put some distance between them.
"Why are you apologizing? I meant to do that," Draco said, stopping.
Harry stopped as well. "Y-you did? Why?"
Draco hung his head. "Harry, honestly, you're intelligent. But, you also need to use it outside of the classroom." Draco walked closer to Harry. "I thought I made it clear to you on Friday. I like you, Harry. And naturally, with people you're romantically attracted to, you want to be affectionate. I was trying to hint that I wanted to hold your hand, but you don't need to if you don't want to."
Harry thought about this for a while. He then reached out and sought Draco's hand, holding it gently. A warm thrill went through him and straight to his heart. Draco's long, thin fingers closed themselves around Harry's hand. Harry's thumb tenderly caressed the back of Draco's hand. He marveled at how soft his skin was, expecting the pads of Draco's fingers to be calloused because of the number of years the blonde had been playing violin.
"Amazing, isn't it?"
"Sorry, what?"
"How intimate just holding hands can be." Draco lifted their clasped hands and delicately kissed Harry's fingers.
They stood like that in the hallway, their hands clasped, when they heard approaching footsteps. Pulling apart immediately, they looked to see who it was, and relaxed.
"Remus!"
Remus Lupin looked up and smiled, seeing his boyfriend's godson and his friend. "Hello, you two. May I ask what you're doing in the middle of a secluded corridor?"
Both of their cheeks were tinged with pink, but Draco was having more success at hiding his embarrassment.
"We were just heading back to the dorms," the blonde replied.
"Remus, can I talk to you later?" Harry asked earnestly.
"Sure, just come by my office whenever you feel like it. Behave, you two. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he said, as he passed them and walked to the Dining Hall.
"Let's see, he's friends with Sirius, and also his lover..." Draco mulled over. Harry hit him upside the head.
"Stop that, Sirius is my godfather! And Remus is Luke's godfather. I don't need any mental images, thanks!"
"Oh, come on! Don't tell me you don't think Sirius looks drop dead gorgeous with his leather trousers?"
"Draco!"
"And Remus' eyes are to die for! How often do you come across anyone who has amber eyes?"
"Stop that, they're the same age as my dad! They were in his year!"
"Ooh, kinky."
"Draco!"
The hippie laughed. "It's fun to toy with you, Harry, you take everything so seriously!"
"Wait, now that I think about it, I believe your dad was in their year too," Harry leered.
Draco paused, then grimaced. "Okay, aside from that fact... you killjoy..."
The brunette simply laughed as they made it back to the dormitories.
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Harry tentatively knocked on the door of Remus' office. He studied the wood grain as he heard someone approaching the door. Surprisingly, Sirius was the one to open the door.
"Harry! What are you doing here? Is anything wrong?" he asked, immediately concerned.
The boy just smiled. "No, I'm all right, Sirius. I just came to talk to Remus about something, but I want you to hear this also."
Remus appeared behind his lover, resting his chin on one of Sirius' broad shoulders. "Come in, I was wondering whether or not you changed you mind."
The two older men stepped aside to let the teenager in. Harry closed the door behind him, drinking in the vermillion walls and the warm scent of cocoa.
"Would you like any tea? Hot chocolate?" Remus asked, sitting down on his desktop.
"No, I'm fine, I just came from dinner."
Sirius sat down on one of the plush chairs adorning Remus' office. "So, mate... what's your problem?"
Harry sat in a chair beside Sirius, across from Remus. He fiddled with his fingers a bit, looking at the oriental pattered carpet. "I was wondering," he began softly, then gained volume. "How did you two get together?"
Both of them looked at each other.
"How did we get together?" Sirius asked.
Remus smiled, reminiscing. "We actually attended this school. We met your dad here, too, in our seventh year. We were probably the most mischievous people to come along to peaceful, St. John Vianney, aside from the Weasley twins. Actually, I was a prefect, but I didn't tell on your father or Sirius. They always gave Sister Catherine such a headache, and she would always yell, 'Stop marauding!' That's how we adopted the name Marauders. Anyway, I started fancying Sirius our tenth year, but he had liked me since eighth year. We hit off, just like that," he finished, snapping his fingers.
Sirius looked thoughtful for a while, then grinned widely. "Harry, does this have to do with Draco?"
Harry's face gradually flushed until he matched the walls of the room. "Uhm..." he said, looking down at the carpet for comfort. It gave none.
"Ooh, it does! It does!" Sirius proclaimed, practically bouncing in his seat.
"Sirius," Remus reprimanded.
"Harry fancies Draco!" the older brunette sang childishly.
"Sirius, you're not helping your godson any. Now I understand why he would have rather talked to me than you."
Sirius gave a girlish giggle.
Harry stared, frightened.
"My Lord, I haven't seen him his worked up since he snuck in instant cappuccino in seventh year," the dirty-blonde muttered. He then turned to face Harry. "What exactly is it you wanted to ask?"
Harry thought for a minute. "Just basically... how can you sustain a relationship in this school? And, what about if people find out?"
Sirius finally sobered and sat calmly in his seat. "Remus and I were close to begin with, so no one really suspected anything. Just try to keep things discreet, no flowers on Valentine's Day and such. And if people find out, that's up to you two if you're ready to come out or not. Remus and I didn't care what people thought, so if someone asked, we didn't deny. But if you're not ready, don't feel guilty to deny, because you won't be ready for what comes with coming out, sometimes."
Remus nodded. "Just follow your heart, but don't forget to use your brain as well."
Harry stood up and gave them each a hug. "Thank you," he said with deep gratitude. They then greeted each other good night, and Harry returned to his dormitory, sleeping peacefully that night.
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Wednesday started the same time it usually did, but the classes were shortened and there was no Mass. After lunch that day was the first House Game competition of the year. The previous year, the victors had been Gertrude with four hundred seventy-five points, and Hedwig in last place with only two hundred fifty points. The other three houses were hoping to beat the champions of the year before, and the school was filled with a charged atmosphere in the hours leading up to the games. When the lunch bell rang at noon that day, students fled out of their classrooms to the dormitories to change, or to the Dining Hall. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco walked out of their Theology class, Harry rubbing his head.
"That was too much to take in," he whined.
"Would you like some cheese with that?" Hermione asked, adjusting her bag.
"Shove it, 'Mione, not everyone's a genious."
"PMSing, are we?" Draco asked his boyfriend. Harry's response was a glare. The two of them had undone their ties before the lunch bell rang. Their group of four was heading back to the dormitories to change into their house colours.
Ron was taking off his uniform shirt as they walked revealing his red house shirt underneath. A few catcalls floated down the corridor. "Take it off, Ron! Take it all off!" laughed a couple of Hedwig twelfth year girls. Ron's blush rivaled his crimson shirt. The others laughed as well.
As the friends made their way to the dormitories, they saw many people interacting with people of other houses, groups with two Ignatius and a Hedwig, and even a group of friends made up of four Gertrude, one Ignatius, two Aloysius, and three Hedwig students. Each of the houses had their own motto. For instance, Hedwig's was "Fides et Sapientia," or faith and wisdom. Ignatius' motto was "Vires et Fidelis," translating to truth and loyalty. Gertrude's motto stated they were "Callidus et Ambitiosus," cunning and ambitious. Lastly, Ron's shirt had emblazoned on his chest underneath their crest "Fortis et Fidelis" for Aloysius, courageous and faithful.
They each took about ten minutes to change and meet up again in the commons area of the dormitories, each wearing either jeans or running shorts. Ron dragged the three others to the Dining Hall for a fast lunch, then they headed to the athletic area.
St. John Vianney was renowned for being one of the best boarding schools in England, excelling in academics, arts, sports, and community service. The school was equipt with two gymnasiums and two fitness rooms, each gymnasium big enough to hold half the school population in each. St. John Vianney actively participated in house competitions in varying forms to include everyone in their strengths. That day was a battle ball competition.
The volume and temperature rose in the main gymnasium as more people entered, sitting in their designated house areas, causing Draco to split up from his friends. Each house sat under a gigantic banner of their house crest while many students waved flags of their house colour. All the other houses laughed at Hedwig, saying they were signaling their surrender. Once the whole school miraculously squeezed in the gymnasium, one student from each house ran inside and ran a lap around the gym, waving their banners. Cheers escalated as the start of the house games began. Ms. Sprout (Professor Sprout), Deacon Flitwick (Professor Flitwick), Mr. Hagrid, who taught Biology ("Hey, look! It's Hagrid!" Harry exclaimed), and Remus joined Ms. Hooch, dressed in black sweat-pants and gold or blue shirts as they walked into the centre of the floor. Ms Hooch held a microphone.
"Hello everyone and welcome to the first house games of the year."
Scattered applause resounded once more.
"Now, I'm going to explain to you the rules of battle ball. The seventh years have played one style of battle ball during their physical education classes, which was American style. The style we're going to play today is Australian style. The objective," she continued as Remus picked up a volleyball, his blue shirt slightly taught against his athletic frame. "Is one team starts out with one person holding a volleyball from one team, and the complete other team is on the court as well." Ms. Sprout and Deacon Flitwick were wearing gold shirts and faced Remus. "The one person throws the volleyball, and if it hits a person, they're replaced with a member of his own team." Remus threw the ball which hit Ms. Sprout on the leg as she attempted to dodge it. Mr. Hagrid walked onto the court, wearing a blue shirt. He picked up the volleyball and attempted to tag Deacon Flitwick, but he nimbly dodged the ball and ran opposite of the ball's direction. The students clapped and laughed, surprised at Deacon Flitwick's speed. Remus finally pegged him on the back as he passed by, ending his victory. "When the other team eliminates all of their opponents, then the roles are reversed. Whichever team has the lowest time to eliminate the other team wins."
The athletic leaders of each house went throughout their respective houses, handing out a sheet of paper that held the names of the players on "Team A," and "Team B." There were twenty-five people on each team, but they still managed to leave some students out.
"Hey, they forgot I was in this house!" Ron exclaimed, glaring at the offending sheet. His older brothers and Ginny however, managed to make one of the teams.
"Don't worry, I'm not on one either," Harry responded. "Besides, I'd rather sit this out and watch. I don't remember this at all."
"Well, I'm playing on Team B.," Hermione piped in.
Ron looked at her. "Good luck, 'Mione. The guys of Gertrude are huge."
The teams playing were announced, and the rest of the school was left to choose which game to watch. Most of Aloysius left for the smaller gymnasium, which was hosting the Hedwig/Aloysius team B game. Draco walked over to where Ron and Harry were sitting. Several Gertrude students were telling Draco to stop "fraternizing with the enemy," but Draco ignored them.
"Come on, let's ditch this," Draco said, grabbing both Ron and Harry's arm.
"Wait! I haven't seen this played before!" Harry protested.
"It's not that interesting, really. You watched the demonstration. It's not fun unless you're actually playing. We can go into the Prefect's Lounge and watch some television or something," Draco responded.
Both boys complied and carefully climbed down the bleachers and walked out of the gym. They walked down the main hall and followed Draco to the Prefect's Lounge. The walls were a coffee colour, and leather couches and chairs were scattered around the room in little social circles. They were not the only ones skipping the house games. Justin Finch-Fletchley (Ignatius), Parvati Patil (Aloysius), Padma Patil (Hedwig), Terry Boot (Hedwig), and Lavender Brown (Aloysius) were there, and looked back at them as they entered. All of them exhaled with relief when they saw who entered.
"Good, now we have an excuse to be here," Terry said, looking back at the television.
"Wait, what do you mean?" Ron asked.
"Draco's a Prefect. He can say that he let us in here," Terry responded.
Padma was flipping through the channels, and stopped temporarily on a children's show. Blue's Clues was showing, and was almost over since Joe had solved Blue's Clues.
"Blue wanted to measure the length of the picture frame." Joe looked at the camera. "What kind of things do you like to measure?"
Justin proclaimed, "The size of my d-" Lavender clamped her hand over Justin's mouth. The group dissolved in laughter.
"Hey, what else is on?" Draco asked, sitting on a vacant couch. Harry was standing beside him, and Draco took a handful of Harry's shirt, pulling him onto the couch beside him.
"Whoa!" Harry windmilled his arms and landed with a dull thump onto the couch. He then glared at his counterpart. "Why must you insist on doing that?"
"Because I love you?"
Harry snorted.
Draco curled up on his side and laid his head on Harry's shoulder, and held his hand. "Loosen up, you're too tense."
"If you intend to use me as a pillow, you need to get used to it."
Parvati looked at the two and cooed. "Aww, are you two together?"
The rest of the room turned to stare. Harry turned red, and tried to shove Draco off his shoulder.
Terry laughed. "Hey, don't mind us. None of us are homophobic. I myself am with Justin here."
Harry, Draco, and Ron looked at him. "Really?" they asked in unison.
"Yeah," Justin responded. "It's been... oh, say, two months now? None of the other houses mind, but Gertrude's a bit touchy on things like this." He looked at Draco. "Sorry, mate."
Draco waved him off. "Nah, it's fine. I wish I were sorted into another house, I don't really have anyone who's truly my friend. They're all a bunch of neanderthals. Plus, Pansy has a crush on me. Quite disturbing."
Everyone winched in sympathy. Padma switched the television off. "What do you guys want to do?"
"Hey, how about a game of Truth or Dare?" Lavender suggested.
"That's so... juvenile," Parvati stated.
"Ah, come on, it could be fun," Terry said, settling next to Justin. Justin wrapped his arms around Terry, who buried his face in Justin's shoulder.
Lavender perked up. "I'll start! Ron, truth or dare?"
Ron looked up from the magazine he picked up. "Uh... dare."
Lavender's eyes lit with an eerie mischievous gleam. "I dare you to go out to the soccer field and lick the goal post."
Ron blanched as everyone laughed and made sounds of "eugh!"
"Do I have to?"
"Yes!"
"Ron, mate, don't do it!" Draco laughed.
"Yeah, you might get worms in your stomach or something," Harry said, making a face.
Lavender grabbed Ron's arm and dragged him outside. The rest of the group followed. Once they were on the soccer field, Ron stared at the goal post.
"Do it!" Lavender urged.
Ron sighed resignedly, and stepped closer to the post. He leaned closer, his eyes squeezed shut, and licked the post. The group made sounds of disgust.
"Okay... Terry, truth or dare," Ron asked, a slightly nauseous look on his face.
"Dare."
"Er... kiss Justin."
"That's it?"
"Sure, I can't think of anything else."
Terry shrugged and gave Justin a chaste kiss on the cheek.
The girls made sounds of disappointment.
"Sorry, I'm not giving you a free show."
Now it was Justin's turn. Justin looked at each person skeptically, and grinned.
"Harry, truth or dare."
"Truth, for I fear the dare," Harry responded, taking a seat on the grass. Everyone followed his example.
Justin's grin grew wider. "How many times have you masturbated in a twenty- four hour period?"
"What?!"
"Yeah, Harry," Draco nudged him playfully. "How many times?"
"What if I haven't?"
"Oh, come on, Harry! Be honest! I'll be honest, it's been three for me," Terry said.
Justin looked at his boyfriend. "Really?" Terry nodded. "Oh. You never told me that. Anyway, how many times, Harry?"
"I'm telling the truth, I haven't!"
"Okay, then, I dare you to tonight, and Draco's your witness."
Everyone laughed at Harry's discomfort.
Their game grew as more people ditched the house games, with the final playing teams being Gertrude and Ignatius. Barely anyone watched, as they knew Gertrude would win the house games for that day.
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Gertrude indeed won the games for that day, and the whole school was treated to a celebratory feast. Draco ditched his house and joined Harry, Ron, and Hermione at their table.
"You missed it, Hermione! Ron licked the goal post of the soccer goal!" Draco exclaimed.
Hermione nearly choked on her drink. "What?" she asked, coughing lightly.
"Lavender dared him to lick the soccer goal. Don't kiss him until he gargles some disinfectant or something."
Harry snickered. "Too late..."
Hermione glared at Ron. "Why didn't you tell me?!"
"Uhm... I love you?"
"Ronald Weasley..."
"Ron, that's your signal to run, mate."
"It's your fault, you shouldn't have said anything!" Ron hissed.
Before anything else could unfold, Dumbledore stood up and asked for everyone's attention. The school went silent, waiting for their headmaster to speak.
"Thank you. Now, I would like to again, congratulate Gertrude in their victory in battle ball." Light sounds of applause resonated from the students. "I would also like to introduce a new transfer student." A boy with dark brown, almost black hair stood from his seat at the end of the teacher's table. He walked forward, toward Dumbledore, and stood next to him. His gray-green eyes had a strange look to them, almost like a hidden hostility. He was wearing a navy and green tie, which meant he was sorted into Gertrude. Dumbledore looked out at the student body. "This student is in the eleventh year. Everyone welcome Tom Riddle."
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Author's note: Thanks for your patience! My ancient HP Pavilion finally crashed, and I lost everything. Luckily, I saved this chapter onto a floppy disk the day before it crashed, and I had 6 pages typed out. Anyways, thanks goes to Sardidus-Sky, PeachDancer82, GaBrIeLa2, rct the deku nut ((There's nothing wrong with Hufflepuff associated with Leo house. Besides, John XXIII rules. Go White!!)) , Jade Maxwell ((patience, my child, patience...)), Trempush ((Does this answer your question? )) , BratPrincess-187, ddz008, and Sesaru. I really appreciate you guys, because you help fuel my desire to write. BTW, I wrote a 27 page long story in Creative Writing, it was funny b/c everyone else had 11 pages. Another one of my excuses for why it took so long.
FYIs: The Chemistry scene was inspired by my boyfriend and his lab partner's notorious reputation they gained when they performed the exact experiment I had Harry and Draco star in, except they escaped without detention. The Shakespeare scene in the last chapter was inspired by my own Shakespeare class, when we studied Taming of the Shrew. Unfortunately, there was no boy-on-boy action in my class, nor did we have to memorize our lines, resulting in extremely boring Shakespearean acting. The truth or dare scene was inspired by my own school's house games. We played ultimate frisbee, and since my friends and I weren't picked for any of the teams, we played truth or dare, and those were the actual questions and dares asked. Oh, and our Green House, Gregory, also wins everything, which is why I made Gertrude win.
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