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. ï
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This is a repost of chapter 3, as I messed up some of the spells. : P
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Sorry, no replies this time, but thank you! Criticism is good! It helps, it really does! It shapes simple words, into beauty. I know that Harry isn't an all out Goth, but here are the facts:
He is not a Satanist
He is gay
He is not a pansy
He doesn't just like Black metal/Death metal too much
He doesn't cut himself
He is not the depressed type of Goth
He doesn't drink (except for b.b.)
He doesn't smoke
He has a thing for UFO's
He thinks that Ville is sxi :D
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When Harry left his dorm, dinner was half over. He hopped that Draco would still be there. When he finally got there, there were only 20 minutes left. As he went over to the Gryffindor table, he heard Hermione call out "Harry! Where have you been? Dinner's almost over!" "I know, I got caught up with arranging my posters." He responded. Hermione looked at him suspiciously, obviously deciding to question him later. Harry groaned inwardly at the thought of it, but none the less, started scooping corn, mashed potatoes and chicken onto his plate.
About 15 minutes later, Harry saw Draco get up and start to leave. Suddenly Harry got up to leave also. "Heyh where ya gooinh?" asked Ron through a mouthful of mashed potatoes. "uhh, I have to work on that essay snape gave us... yeah. Bye" "mlaterh" Ron... -sorta- responded.
Harry followed Draco up to their rooms before he let Draco notice him. "Potter! What are you doing, following me around?!" Draco inquired. "Just doing the same thing you are, going to my room." Replied Harry. "What are you talking about?" Said Draco. "Saint Anger" Harry said.
The knight slid aside to reveal the doorway to a large marble room, with veins of emerald and silver within it. Draco's jaw dropped. "How did you...? CLOSE!" The knight shrugged creakily, and slid back into place. "I heard you say it one day as I was coming back up here. Well, got to go!" He winked at Draco, and ran down the hall to the next knight. "A Fire Inside" Harry said a bit loudly, so Draco would hear it. Draco watched as the knight slid aside, and Harry stepped inside.
Harry smirking, went over to the desk, took out a few rolls of parchment, and sat down to work on his essay. Just as he got his quill and ink out, he heard his knight (Andrew) and someone arguing, loudly. His smile broadened. It worked. He got up, knocked 2 times, and the knight's panel slid aside.
He stepped out to see Draco glaring at the knight. "Andrew, what seems to be the problem?" Harry said, purposely avoiding Draco's glare at him. "Well," Andrew replied in a deep voice, "this'sin ere waned tah geh in tah yer rum! Buh I said 'Narh, yer canna go in ere!' and ten heh starhed tah shout at meh!" "WELL, it worked with my knight when HE (points at Harry) did this to me!" They began arguing again. "SHUT UP DRACO!" said Harry, "Sorry about this Andrew, you may allow him in from now on." "Allrigh, boot Run isn't gonna lihe dhis..."
Harry and Draco walked into the room, and Harry sat back down at the desk to work on his essay. "I have to admit potter, this is a nice place you got here. Its just missing one thing – maybe a place to sleep?" Draco smirked, thinking that would make him even more pissed. "Eh-lango – look above the door." Draco turned around and saw a bed hanging from the ceiling. "eh-lango" Instantly the bed changed into a hammock, and Draco was left standing there, more than totally confused. "I think I need to lie down..." "Foamy" instantly the stairs popped out, and Draco looked even more astonished and confused. "Climb up," said Harry, "I wont shoot you for it. Want a glass of butterbeer?" "Uhhhhh, sure." Draco answered and started to climb up. "eh-lango" Harry said, and then levitated a table with two mugs of butterbeer up next to the bed. Harry climbed up. Draco was lying down, hair everywhere, limbs going every which way, and his eyes were closed. 'God he looks hott like that' Harry thought. Draco's eyes opened as Harry sad down on the now stable bed. He took the two mugs and gave one to Draco as he sat up. "Thanks."
After a while, the silence began to bug Harry, so he decided to put his plan back to work. "Truth or dare" said Harry. "Um... truth?"
( /ooc ok - h/d means Harry is asking, d/h means Draco is asking/ooc )
h/d "Are you bi." "No"
d/h "Truth or dare?" "Truth." "Are you bi?" "No."
h/d "Truth." "Are you straight." "No."
d/h "Are you gay." "Yes."
h/d "Truth" Do you think I'm hot?" Draco bit his lip. "Come on, you said truth!" "...yes"
"Good."
Harry climbed back down the stairs, and went back to doing his essay. Draco looked stunned. "Is that it?" he asked. "Well its your turn. Truth" replied Harry. "Do you think I'm hot?" Draco asked. "Yes" Replied Harry, in a deeper voice. "Dare" Said Draco, a bit shakily. Harry put down his quill slowly, got up, and climbed up to the bed. He sat down next to Draco. Draco's eyes were a bit wide. "I dare you," Said Harry, "to kiss me"
And that he did. Draco slowly leaned in to meet Harry's hungry lips and started to kiss him gently. Harry leaned into the kiss, making it more forceful, more passionate. Draco moaned a little, causing Harry to want him more. He licked Draco's lips asking for entrance. Draco gasped and obliged. Harry let his toung dart around like a little lizard in Draco's mouth for a minute, and then let back, to let Draco explore his. Draco slowly let his toung begin to search Harry's mouth. He ran it along his teeth, his gums, and the played a bit with Harry's. Harry began to undo Draco's shirt and push him onto his back. Then, walked in...
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Hahaha! Cliffie! Come back soon for more!!!
Sry, this is rlly evil, its not only a cliffie, but its short too ï
Flames will be used to cook.... Hmm... popcorn? Ok. Popcorn. Flames will be used to cook popcorn. ï
To mi Ville Lurvers:
How do u pronounce his name? I think he says it 'Veela' like the Harry potter pretty ppl. Lol – makes sense, he IS gorgeous and irresistible ;)
,.--.,
This is a repost of chapter 3, as I messed up some of the spells. : P
,.--.,
Sorry, no replies this time, but thank you! Criticism is good! It helps, it really does! It shapes simple words, into beauty. I know that Harry isn't an all out Goth, but here are the facts:
He is not a Satanist
He is gay
He is not a pansy
He doesn't just like Black metal/Death metal too much
He doesn't cut himself
He is not the depressed type of Goth
He doesn't drink (except for b.b.)
He doesn't smoke
He has a thing for UFO's
He thinks that Ville is sxi :D
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When Harry left his dorm, dinner was half over. He hopped that Draco would still be there. When he finally got there, there were only 20 minutes left. As he went over to the Gryffindor table, he heard Hermione call out "Harry! Where have you been? Dinner's almost over!" "I know, I got caught up with arranging my posters." He responded. Hermione looked at him suspiciously, obviously deciding to question him later. Harry groaned inwardly at the thought of it, but none the less, started scooping corn, mashed potatoes and chicken onto his plate.
About 15 minutes later, Harry saw Draco get up and start to leave. Suddenly Harry got up to leave also. "Heyh where ya gooinh?" asked Ron through a mouthful of mashed potatoes. "uhh, I have to work on that essay snape gave us... yeah. Bye" "mlaterh" Ron... -sorta- responded.
Harry followed Draco up to their rooms before he let Draco notice him. "Potter! What are you doing, following me around?!" Draco inquired. "Just doing the same thing you are, going to my room." Replied Harry. "What are you talking about?" Said Draco. "Saint Anger" Harry said.
The knight slid aside to reveal the doorway to a large marble room, with veins of emerald and silver within it. Draco's jaw dropped. "How did you...? CLOSE!" The knight shrugged creakily, and slid back into place. "I heard you say it one day as I was coming back up here. Well, got to go!" He winked at Draco, and ran down the hall to the next knight. "A Fire Inside" Harry said a bit loudly, so Draco would hear it. Draco watched as the knight slid aside, and Harry stepped inside.
Harry smirking, went over to the desk, took out a few rolls of parchment, and sat down to work on his essay. Just as he got his quill and ink out, he heard his knight (Andrew) and someone arguing, loudly. His smile broadened. It worked. He got up, knocked 2 times, and the knight's panel slid aside.
He stepped out to see Draco glaring at the knight. "Andrew, what seems to be the problem?" Harry said, purposely avoiding Draco's glare at him. "Well," Andrew replied in a deep voice, "this'sin ere waned tah geh in tah yer rum! Buh I said 'Narh, yer canna go in ere!' and ten heh starhed tah shout at meh!" "WELL, it worked with my knight when HE (points at Harry) did this to me!" They began arguing again. "SHUT UP DRACO!" said Harry, "Sorry about this Andrew, you may allow him in from now on." "Allrigh, boot Run isn't gonna lihe dhis..."
Harry and Draco walked into the room, and Harry sat back down at the desk to work on his essay. "I have to admit potter, this is a nice place you got here. Its just missing one thing – maybe a place to sleep?" Draco smirked, thinking that would make him even more pissed. "Eh-lango – look above the door." Draco turned around and saw a bed hanging from the ceiling. "eh-lango" Instantly the bed changed into a hammock, and Draco was left standing there, more than totally confused. "I think I need to lie down..." "Foamy" instantly the stairs popped out, and Draco looked even more astonished and confused. "Climb up," said Harry, "I wont shoot you for it. Want a glass of butterbeer?" "Uhhhhh, sure." Draco answered and started to climb up. "eh-lango" Harry said, and then levitated a table with two mugs of butterbeer up next to the bed. Harry climbed up. Draco was lying down, hair everywhere, limbs going every which way, and his eyes were closed. 'God he looks hott like that' Harry thought. Draco's eyes opened as Harry sad down on the now stable bed. He took the two mugs and gave one to Draco as he sat up. "Thanks."
After a while, the silence began to bug Harry, so he decided to put his plan back to work. "Truth or dare" said Harry. "Um... truth?"
( /ooc ok - h/d means Harry is asking, d/h means Draco is asking/ooc )
h/d "Are you bi." "No"
d/h "Truth or dare?" "Truth." "Are you bi?" "No."
h/d "Truth." "Are you straight." "No."
d/h "Are you gay." "Yes."
h/d "Truth" Do you think I'm hot?" Draco bit his lip. "Come on, you said truth!" "...yes"
"Good."
Harry climbed back down the stairs, and went back to doing his essay. Draco looked stunned. "Is that it?" he asked. "Well its your turn. Truth" replied Harry. "Do you think I'm hot?" Draco asked. "Yes" Replied Harry, in a deeper voice. "Dare" Said Draco, a bit shakily. Harry put down his quill slowly, got up, and climbed up to the bed. He sat down next to Draco. Draco's eyes were a bit wide. "I dare you," Said Harry, "to kiss me"
And that he did. Draco slowly leaned in to meet Harry's hungry lips and started to kiss him gently. Harry leaned into the kiss, making it more forceful, more passionate. Draco moaned a little, causing Harry to want him more. He licked Draco's lips asking for entrance. Draco gasped and obliged. Harry let his toung dart around like a little lizard in Draco's mouth for a minute, and then let back, to let Draco explore his. Draco slowly let his toung begin to search Harry's mouth. He ran it along his teeth, his gums, and the played a bit with Harry's. Harry began to undo Draco's shirt and push him onto his back. Then, walked in...
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Hahaha! Cliffie! Come back soon for more!!!
Sry, this is rlly evil, its not only a cliffie, but its short too ï
Flames will be used to cook.... Hmm... popcorn? Ok. Popcorn. Flames will be used to cook popcorn. ï
To mi Ville Lurvers:
How do u pronounce his name? I think he says it 'Veela' like the Harry potter pretty ppl. Lol – makes sense, he IS gorgeous and irresistible ;)