Wowie kazoweeee....I've never received so many reviews in my life! It means so much to me to hear that my writing is appreciated, so thank you SOOO much!!
Kimmy15 - I have thought of that 'all of them alone in one room' scenario; don't worry, your answers will come...in time, that is ;).
toonTownCutie - Not exactly, but that's an interesting concept....hehe.
Spideria - Thanks for your enthusiasm (twice)! Of course there will be tension between Harry and Mike! (:-}) That's the only point of his character (but shhh, don't tell him that, he'll get angry.)
St. Brutus's Program for Incurable Homosexual Boys....
by AnonymousBystander
Chapter Three - Signs
"Ah, jeez. - Ah - ah - ah, jeez," moaned Troy, stumbling out of the Wallpaper Room.
Harry felt exactly that way, and judging from the pale faces of Harry's peers, everyone else shared that sentiment.
"Vile," groaned Mike. "Completely fucking _sick_."
Two guards immediately appeared by them, the ever-present uzis at hand. Out of nowhere, Mr. Devici appeared, sick, smug smile plastered to his face yet again.
"Aaahhhh... gentlemen! Glad you could be here! You have just survived the first day of our program - albeit, from the looks on your faces, you didn't survive it by much. Oh, but don't worry, my friends, it'll get much, much worse...you just wait...
"Now, quickly, we've got to feed you. Follow me, if you please."
Harry just realized it, but he hadn't eaten since the previous day, and from his estimate of the time (he'd counted the seconds while he was in the wallpaper room), it was about eight o'clock in the evening. He didn't feel very hungry, though; his time in the Wallpaper room had taken quite an edge off of his appetite.
He ate, anyway, however, knowing that if he didn't, he'd regret it later, so he shoveled the bland, tasteless food into his mouth, sitting quietly as the other boys talked loudly, complaining about the food, the Wallpaper room, Mr. Devici, the guards, and just about everything else that they could complain about in St. Brutus's. (A/N - that was a runon sentence if I've ever seen one!) After Harry had been silent for a couple of minutes, Mike Trent slid over to sit across from him.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Mike asked quietly.
"Just - just thinking," said Harry, taken aback.
"What about?"
Harry wasn't exactly sure if Mike was flirting with him or not (he was never good at trying to figure out that sort of thing), so he said, "My boyfriend," keeping the malevolence to the minimum.
"Oh," said Mike thoughtfully, "Draco?"
"Yeah," said Harry.
There was a long, awkward pause. Harry was relatively sure now that Mike was hitting on him. He was rather flattered, but didn't want to tempt Mike in any way.
"I love him, you know," said Harry softly. "I really do."
"That's great. I'm happy for you...I really am..."
"Look -" began Harry awkwardly, unsure of what to say, not wanting to reject Mike, especially because he wasn't entirely sure that Mike was interested in him.
"What?" said Mike curiously.
Harry sighed. "Never mind."
"Everybody up!" cried a guard. "Time for lights-out in twenty minutes! Let's go!"
Harry, relieved that the awkward conversation was interrupted, stood up and took the trek back to the room where they slept.
As they walked, Harry tried to sort out his thoughts. Sure, Mike was completely gorgeous, and showed many signs of being interested in Harry, but Harry knew that he must stay loyal to Draco...the thought seeing him again was the only thing that kept him going...
They reached the room. Harry flopped onto his cardboard-thin "mattress" as Jon and Mike left for the bathroom to wash up.
Troy and Greg, however, approached his bed, evil grins on their faces.
"Out of complete curiosity," said Troy, trying to sound offhand and casual (but failing miserably), "are you completely oblivious to what Mike is doing..."
"...or," continued Greg, "are you just completely, utterly, and unconditionally stupid to reject him?"
Harry looked up, slightly incredulous. Where they joking? No, they looked serious now.
"I -" stuttered Harry, "I have a boyfriend...whom I love very much."
Greg and Troy looked at each other incredulously, then back at Harry, the same look still planted on their faces. "And what decend gay man doesn't sleep around?" asked Troy, looking at Harry with one eyebrow arched expectantly.
"I'm in love with him," said Harry heatedly. "I will remain faithful. No matter what."
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Dear Hermione,
I'm sorry to be so blunt in a letter, but I cannot delay in writing you and telling you about this. I know that we have never been the best of friends, and that we were almost forced to tolerate each other when Harry and I started dating, but I ask for your help and guidance today, as a friend, and as a friend in need.
Harry hasn't written to me yet. It's been two weeks. I've sent him a letter every day, and he hasn't responded.
Hermione, I'm worried. I know that if it were in Harry's power, he'd have written to me by now, which is why I'm so urgent. If it's not in Harry's power to get to an owl, something bad must be happening. I know that he has enough power over his Uncle and Aunt to use Hedwig, which means that he may not be under their control any longer.
Please, Hermione, help me. Have you received any correspondance from Harry whatsoever? A clue, perhaps?
Please write back, and quickly,
Draco S. Malfoy
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Sorry it's so short! I find that my muse works better if I produce short chapters quickly than if I do long chapters over a short period of time.
Yes, Draco's letter is a skip two weeks forward; the next chapter will begin then.
Sorry, also, that I didn't tell you what was on the screens in the Wallpaper Room. I hope you can imagine by yourself what kind of disgusting pornography they would have there, so I didn't feel the need to describe it in detail.
Thanks again to the reviewers! You mean so much to me, and I really feel more compelled to write when more people review, so please continue to do so, and I will update more quickly!
Kimmy15 - I have thought of that 'all of them alone in one room' scenario; don't worry, your answers will come...in time, that is ;).
toonTownCutie - Not exactly, but that's an interesting concept....hehe.
Spideria - Thanks for your enthusiasm (twice)! Of course there will be tension between Harry and Mike! (:-}) That's the only point of his character (but shhh, don't tell him that, he'll get angry.)
St. Brutus's Program for Incurable Homosexual Boys....
by AnonymousBystander
Chapter Three - Signs
"Ah, jeez. - Ah - ah - ah, jeez," moaned Troy, stumbling out of the Wallpaper Room.
Harry felt exactly that way, and judging from the pale faces of Harry's peers, everyone else shared that sentiment.
"Vile," groaned Mike. "Completely fucking _sick_."
Two guards immediately appeared by them, the ever-present uzis at hand. Out of nowhere, Mr. Devici appeared, sick, smug smile plastered to his face yet again.
"Aaahhhh... gentlemen! Glad you could be here! You have just survived the first day of our program - albeit, from the looks on your faces, you didn't survive it by much. Oh, but don't worry, my friends, it'll get much, much worse...you just wait...
"Now, quickly, we've got to feed you. Follow me, if you please."
Harry just realized it, but he hadn't eaten since the previous day, and from his estimate of the time (he'd counted the seconds while he was in the wallpaper room), it was about eight o'clock in the evening. He didn't feel very hungry, though; his time in the Wallpaper room had taken quite an edge off of his appetite.
He ate, anyway, however, knowing that if he didn't, he'd regret it later, so he shoveled the bland, tasteless food into his mouth, sitting quietly as the other boys talked loudly, complaining about the food, the Wallpaper room, Mr. Devici, the guards, and just about everything else that they could complain about in St. Brutus's. (A/N - that was a runon sentence if I've ever seen one!) After Harry had been silent for a couple of minutes, Mike Trent slid over to sit across from him.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Mike asked quietly.
"Just - just thinking," said Harry, taken aback.
"What about?"
Harry wasn't exactly sure if Mike was flirting with him or not (he was never good at trying to figure out that sort of thing), so he said, "My boyfriend," keeping the malevolence to the minimum.
"Oh," said Mike thoughtfully, "Draco?"
"Yeah," said Harry.
There was a long, awkward pause. Harry was relatively sure now that Mike was hitting on him. He was rather flattered, but didn't want to tempt Mike in any way.
"I love him, you know," said Harry softly. "I really do."
"That's great. I'm happy for you...I really am..."
"Look -" began Harry awkwardly, unsure of what to say, not wanting to reject Mike, especially because he wasn't entirely sure that Mike was interested in him.
"What?" said Mike curiously.
Harry sighed. "Never mind."
"Everybody up!" cried a guard. "Time for lights-out in twenty minutes! Let's go!"
Harry, relieved that the awkward conversation was interrupted, stood up and took the trek back to the room where they slept.
As they walked, Harry tried to sort out his thoughts. Sure, Mike was completely gorgeous, and showed many signs of being interested in Harry, but Harry knew that he must stay loyal to Draco...the thought seeing him again was the only thing that kept him going...
They reached the room. Harry flopped onto his cardboard-thin "mattress" as Jon and Mike left for the bathroom to wash up.
Troy and Greg, however, approached his bed, evil grins on their faces.
"Out of complete curiosity," said Troy, trying to sound offhand and casual (but failing miserably), "are you completely oblivious to what Mike is doing..."
"...or," continued Greg, "are you just completely, utterly, and unconditionally stupid to reject him?"
Harry looked up, slightly incredulous. Where they joking? No, they looked serious now.
"I -" stuttered Harry, "I have a boyfriend...whom I love very much."
Greg and Troy looked at each other incredulously, then back at Harry, the same look still planted on their faces. "And what decend gay man doesn't sleep around?" asked Troy, looking at Harry with one eyebrow arched expectantly.
"I'm in love with him," said Harry heatedly. "I will remain faithful. No matter what."
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Dear Hermione,
I'm sorry to be so blunt in a letter, but I cannot delay in writing you and telling you about this. I know that we have never been the best of friends, and that we were almost forced to tolerate each other when Harry and I started dating, but I ask for your help and guidance today, as a friend, and as a friend in need.
Harry hasn't written to me yet. It's been two weeks. I've sent him a letter every day, and he hasn't responded.
Hermione, I'm worried. I know that if it were in Harry's power, he'd have written to me by now, which is why I'm so urgent. If it's not in Harry's power to get to an owl, something bad must be happening. I know that he has enough power over his Uncle and Aunt to use Hedwig, which means that he may not be under their control any longer.
Please, Hermione, help me. Have you received any correspondance from Harry whatsoever? A clue, perhaps?
Please write back, and quickly,
Draco S. Malfoy
-----
Sorry it's so short! I find that my muse works better if I produce short chapters quickly than if I do long chapters over a short period of time.
Yes, Draco's letter is a skip two weeks forward; the next chapter will begin then.
Sorry, also, that I didn't tell you what was on the screens in the Wallpaper Room. I hope you can imagine by yourself what kind of disgusting pornography they would have there, so I didn't feel the need to describe it in detail.
Thanks again to the reviewers! You mean so much to me, and I really feel more compelled to write when more people review, so please continue to do so, and I will update more quickly!