Disclaimer! HI! If I owned Harry Potter I wouldn't be here, I'd be out
making my Millions!!! But, I'm here, so I guess I don't own it. (
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WOW! So many reviews! But no flames! I guess ill have to deal with un cooked marshmallows. Lol – well, at your request, I am going to continue.
Ceineikia – yes, I agree, Harry is sooo much hotter as a Goth, and liking Draco makes him so much yummier!! I did read your next chapter – lurved it! Tries to review yesterday, but I couldn't, cuz now it was chapter 2... and yeah, it was screwy. Well, enjoy!
CannedSkittles – yes, FOAMY. All bow down and worship the master – lol
USA Tiger – lol, the lord and master, in a Harry potter fic – lol –he would sooo not approve. Well, I couldn't think of much else at 4 in the morning, when I realized that I for got to add the password to the fic, so I just stuck it in! lol
bloody-misfit – I know he is! drools over picture of Valo Hmm? What were you saying? OH! Yeah, thanx for reading, hope you like this chapter! : P
oracale – glad to hear you think so. (
Nyoka Li – Thank you so so much! I'm really happy now with all these happy ppl! Yeah, I don't get that whole satanic thing – and theres no way that H or R ould like him after they found out that he was into Satanism. It just dosent work – lol.
WELL, thanx to every one that reviewed, without you guys, I would never have written this! Read on!
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Harry spent hours thinking about how to break own the wall that Draco put up around him, and eventually gave up because he was getting a headache. He decided that his room was set up too boringly, so he started re arranging things while lying 0down on his hammock. "eh-lango" he said, and his hammock turned into a bed.
He moved his desk from the other side of the room, so it was facing the wall by the door. Then he moved the bookshelves next to the window, in the corner. Then the daybed/couch moved so it was directly in front of the window. Now for the bed. "foamy" pop he climbed down, and magiced the bed/hammock so that it was just over the door, and then he moved the stairs over next it. Then he was done. He still thought that the room looked too empty. Tomorrow being Sunday and there were no classes, he would go down to Hogsmead, and then fly to a local FYE and gets some posters.
It was getting to be late, and since he wanted to get up early and get a head start on his trip, he laid out his outfit ( a different pair of UFO's and a Funeral of Hearts tee), put his broom and invisibility cloak by the door (cant have no damn muggles spotting him) and went to bed.
,.The Dream.,
Harry was in a small dusty passage way., crawling, inching, trying to get to the other end. It started out with the ceiling high enough to walk, but now, he was on his stomach, sliding along. Then suddenly, the tunnel got larger, and larger, and larger, and then, he could stand again. He saw a trap door, and opened it, jumped down, and in a mixture of horror and delight, found himself in Draco's private room! "What the hell Potter?!?!" "Draco!" Harry ran up to him, and placed his hands on his head, bringing him down into a rough and fiery kiss. For a moment, Draco was so astonished, that he didn't do anything, just stood there. Then it was Harry's turn to be surprised. /suddenly Draco was kissing back! Every so shyly, but he was still kissing him back. Harry ran his toung along Draco's lips, begging for entrance. Draco gasped a bit, but opened, and Harry began to probe Draco's mouth with his toung. Then there was a nock on the door, and the kiss suddenly broke. Harry ran over to the hole in the ceiling, hopped up, and pulled the door shut, then he woke up...
,.The Dream Ends.,
He was looking up at the ceiling, and suddenly he saw something that he hadn't seen there before. A small thin line, and another, and another, and another... forming a square. He wouldn't have seen it if the light hadn't been shining on it in just that angle. He pushed on it ever so slightly. It moved. Harry beamed. Suddenly he was wide awake. He checked his watch. Damn, 5:45. if he wanted to be back by lunch he had to leave in 15 minutes at the most. "foamy" he mumbled, almost to get out on the wrong side. For now, his little trip to Draco (or at least what he hopped would be) would have to wait. He put on his shirt and UFO's, grabbed his brim, threw the cloak over him, and left for FYR.
When he came back 6 hours later, his broom was weighed down with posters, CDs, and some muggle money he hadn't spent. He also bought a couple of bottles of butterbeer when he got back to Hogsmead. He went to his room, stashed his butterbeer, laid the rest on the desk, and went down to lunch.
"Where the hell have you been?" asked Ron. "went shopping early this morning. Come to my room later, and I'll show you if you like." Harry replied. "well, all right." Ron said, then went back to munching down on his grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup. Harry finished his food, and was looking around absent mindedly when something caught his eye... Draco was getting up and leaving, alone. Harry did the same, telling Ron to meet him in his room an hour or so before dinner.
Harry followed Draco for a while, and saw him stop in front of a knight, which happened to be just a small distance (10 yards ish) from his own knight entrance. Harry ran down to his knight, said the password "A Fire Inside" and went in. he went over to his bed, "foamy" climbed up, opened the door, and looked in. there was the passage way from his dream, same dusty walls, yet shining floors, and dim candle light. He hopped into the passageway.
Just like in the dream, Harry was inching along, in the middle of the passage way he was inching along on his stomach, just barely able to move, and then was suddenly almost able to stand. He went to the trap door. Lifted it as quietly as he could, and looked in. there was Draco. He badly wanted to jump in on the spot and give him the best kiss he'd ever had, but no, he would have to wait, seduce him a bit first. So he quietly closed the trap door, and went back to his room to figure out how to do that.
At a quarter to 5, Ron burst into the room and said "all right Harry, what did ya buy?", then looked up at where the hammock used to be, and gasped, and closed the door. Then Harry silently crept to the edge of the hammock, and said loudly "WELL Ron!" Ron jumped so fast it seemed his skin stayed on the ground and just his skeleton popped up. "JEEEEEEZ HARRY I REALLY FUCKING HATE IT WHEN YOU DO THAT!!!!!!" Harry rolled over to the other side of the hammock "foamy", climbed down, and walked over to the desk, laughing, motioning for Ron to follow him. He took the CD's out, and left them on the desk, and while Ron pawed threw them, Harry took out the posters.
There were 3 HIM Posters, a Lacuna Coil Poster, a Kittie Poster, Slipknot, Cradle of Filth, Dimmu Borgir, and A Marilyn Manson Poster. He started to put them up on the walls and ceiling. "Is that it??" asked Ron. Harry grinned evilly. He went over to fireplace. He pulled out four bricks from on top of the mantel, and pulled out the butterbeer. "I can drink to that!!" Harry smiled and put the two bottles back. Maybe later Ron, but not tonight. Ron frowned, but Harry kept a stern face. Ron sighed, "all right, well, see you at dinner then." "See ya" Harry replied. It was going to be a long night...
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A/N: Wow, I didn't know I could right this much before 3! Lol (I'm always righting late at night) this was a lot longer than planned, but I suppose you will like that! Please R&R!
-mere
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WOW! So many reviews! But no flames! I guess ill have to deal with un cooked marshmallows. Lol – well, at your request, I am going to continue.
Ceineikia – yes, I agree, Harry is sooo much hotter as a Goth, and liking Draco makes him so much yummier!! I did read your next chapter – lurved it! Tries to review yesterday, but I couldn't, cuz now it was chapter 2... and yeah, it was screwy. Well, enjoy!
CannedSkittles – yes, FOAMY. All bow down and worship the master – lol
USA Tiger – lol, the lord and master, in a Harry potter fic – lol –he would sooo not approve. Well, I couldn't think of much else at 4 in the morning, when I realized that I for got to add the password to the fic, so I just stuck it in! lol
bloody-misfit – I know he is! drools over picture of Valo Hmm? What were you saying? OH! Yeah, thanx for reading, hope you like this chapter! : P
oracale – glad to hear you think so. (
Nyoka Li – Thank you so so much! I'm really happy now with all these happy ppl! Yeah, I don't get that whole satanic thing – and theres no way that H or R ould like him after they found out that he was into Satanism. It just dosent work – lol.
WELL, thanx to every one that reviewed, without you guys, I would never have written this! Read on!
,.--.,
Harry spent hours thinking about how to break own the wall that Draco put up around him, and eventually gave up because he was getting a headache. He decided that his room was set up too boringly, so he started re arranging things while lying 0down on his hammock. "eh-lango" he said, and his hammock turned into a bed.
He moved his desk from the other side of the room, so it was facing the wall by the door. Then he moved the bookshelves next to the window, in the corner. Then the daybed/couch moved so it was directly in front of the window. Now for the bed. "foamy" pop he climbed down, and magiced the bed/hammock so that it was just over the door, and then he moved the stairs over next it. Then he was done. He still thought that the room looked too empty. Tomorrow being Sunday and there were no classes, he would go down to Hogsmead, and then fly to a local FYE and gets some posters.
It was getting to be late, and since he wanted to get up early and get a head start on his trip, he laid out his outfit ( a different pair of UFO's and a Funeral of Hearts tee), put his broom and invisibility cloak by the door (cant have no damn muggles spotting him) and went to bed.
,.The Dream.,
Harry was in a small dusty passage way., crawling, inching, trying to get to the other end. It started out with the ceiling high enough to walk, but now, he was on his stomach, sliding along. Then suddenly, the tunnel got larger, and larger, and larger, and then, he could stand again. He saw a trap door, and opened it, jumped down, and in a mixture of horror and delight, found himself in Draco's private room! "What the hell Potter?!?!" "Draco!" Harry ran up to him, and placed his hands on his head, bringing him down into a rough and fiery kiss. For a moment, Draco was so astonished, that he didn't do anything, just stood there. Then it was Harry's turn to be surprised. /suddenly Draco was kissing back! Every so shyly, but he was still kissing him back. Harry ran his toung along Draco's lips, begging for entrance. Draco gasped a bit, but opened, and Harry began to probe Draco's mouth with his toung. Then there was a nock on the door, and the kiss suddenly broke. Harry ran over to the hole in the ceiling, hopped up, and pulled the door shut, then he woke up...
,.The Dream Ends.,
He was looking up at the ceiling, and suddenly he saw something that he hadn't seen there before. A small thin line, and another, and another, and another... forming a square. He wouldn't have seen it if the light hadn't been shining on it in just that angle. He pushed on it ever so slightly. It moved. Harry beamed. Suddenly he was wide awake. He checked his watch. Damn, 5:45. if he wanted to be back by lunch he had to leave in 15 minutes at the most. "foamy" he mumbled, almost to get out on the wrong side. For now, his little trip to Draco (or at least what he hopped would be) would have to wait. He put on his shirt and UFO's, grabbed his brim, threw the cloak over him, and left for FYR.
When he came back 6 hours later, his broom was weighed down with posters, CDs, and some muggle money he hadn't spent. He also bought a couple of bottles of butterbeer when he got back to Hogsmead. He went to his room, stashed his butterbeer, laid the rest on the desk, and went down to lunch.
"Where the hell have you been?" asked Ron. "went shopping early this morning. Come to my room later, and I'll show you if you like." Harry replied. "well, all right." Ron said, then went back to munching down on his grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup. Harry finished his food, and was looking around absent mindedly when something caught his eye... Draco was getting up and leaving, alone. Harry did the same, telling Ron to meet him in his room an hour or so before dinner.
Harry followed Draco for a while, and saw him stop in front of a knight, which happened to be just a small distance (10 yards ish) from his own knight entrance. Harry ran down to his knight, said the password "A Fire Inside" and went in. he went over to his bed, "foamy" climbed up, opened the door, and looked in. there was the passage way from his dream, same dusty walls, yet shining floors, and dim candle light. He hopped into the passageway.
Just like in the dream, Harry was inching along, in the middle of the passage way he was inching along on his stomach, just barely able to move, and then was suddenly almost able to stand. He went to the trap door. Lifted it as quietly as he could, and looked in. there was Draco. He badly wanted to jump in on the spot and give him the best kiss he'd ever had, but no, he would have to wait, seduce him a bit first. So he quietly closed the trap door, and went back to his room to figure out how to do that.
At a quarter to 5, Ron burst into the room and said "all right Harry, what did ya buy?", then looked up at where the hammock used to be, and gasped, and closed the door. Then Harry silently crept to the edge of the hammock, and said loudly "WELL Ron!" Ron jumped so fast it seemed his skin stayed on the ground and just his skeleton popped up. "JEEEEEEZ HARRY I REALLY FUCKING HATE IT WHEN YOU DO THAT!!!!!!" Harry rolled over to the other side of the hammock "foamy", climbed down, and walked over to the desk, laughing, motioning for Ron to follow him. He took the CD's out, and left them on the desk, and while Ron pawed threw them, Harry took out the posters.
There were 3 HIM Posters, a Lacuna Coil Poster, a Kittie Poster, Slipknot, Cradle of Filth, Dimmu Borgir, and A Marilyn Manson Poster. He started to put them up on the walls and ceiling. "Is that it??" asked Ron. Harry grinned evilly. He went over to fireplace. He pulled out four bricks from on top of the mantel, and pulled out the butterbeer. "I can drink to that!!" Harry smiled and put the two bottles back. Maybe later Ron, but not tonight. Ron frowned, but Harry kept a stern face. Ron sighed, "all right, well, see you at dinner then." "See ya" Harry replied. It was going to be a long night...
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A/N: Wow, I didn't know I could right this much before 3! Lol (I'm always righting late at night) this was a lot longer than planned, but I suppose you will like that! Please R&R!
-mere