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Chapter VII- Intermission Part One
"Professors!" Harry greeted eagerly. Draco jumped up, and immediately embraced Steven Snape, his wife, Matilda, and their old Headmaster, Albert Bumblebee. (a/n: cracks up )
"Mr. Potter!" Snape exclaimed. "We had no idea you were here! Matilda and I were just by your house a few minutes ago, but no one was home."
"Pansy took the children out to the opera," Harry exclaimed, making a face. Draco laughed heartily.
"He doesn't understand operas."
"Well, I don't really either," Snape confided.
Matilda glanced at the case in Draco's hand, and gave a little shriek of horror. "Harry Potter?"
"Yes?" Harry answered.
Matilda waved him off, as he and Bumblebee broke into giggles. Draco grinned widely at his former professor, and asked, "Do you all want to stay and watch them? Dobby was just getting some crisps. Dobby?" He looked around for his elf, and groaned when he saw him nearly splattered all over the plasma television. "Never try to open the door, they always open it on their own!" he scolded.
Groaning, Dobby peeled himself off the flatscreen, and fell to the floor. "Dobby will keep that in mind, Master." He galumphed off to the kitchen, his squished foot making a soggy noise on the hardwood floor. Bumblebee winced.
"That will take at least a day to heal."
Draco rolled his eyes. "He's too dramatic."
"Better not let Hermione hear you say that," Snape said. "Not all of S.P.E.W was fictional."
Harry, Bumblebee and Matilda looked at him quizzically. "What's a spew?" Harry asked.
"Its what comes out of your mouth when you're sick!" Bumblebee explained. Draco shushed him, and gave Snape a calculating look.
"YOU read the Potter books?" he asked. Snape nodded.
"I felt it was my duty to know what the Author was writing about me," he defended. Then he turned the tables. "Have YOU read them?"
Four sets of eyes focused on Draco, who made a little 'pfft' noise. "No way. Hermione told me."
"Oh right," Snape said, shaking his head. "This is Draco Malfoy we're talking about."
Matilda had been furiously thinking for a few seconds. She turned to her husband, and asked him, "Is that what was in that box under our bed? Harry Potter books?"
He nodded. "What did you think was in there?"
She turned bright purple. Draco snorted, Bumblebee giggled, and Harry gagged silently. Snape turned purple as well. "You thought I was looking at porn?"
"Crisps!" Dobby squeaked. Draco jumped up, glad that a suitable distraction had been found, and turned on the telly. The group settled down, except for Bumblebee, who burst into giggles every five seconds, and had to be smacked by Harry. Draco skipped past the previews, and soon a very ominous, tinkley music drifted from the speakers.
There was no going back now.
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Almost three hours later, the credits began to roll, and the spell-like silence that had been cast over the group instantly broke.
"Man, I was a sexy first year!"
"What was going on with my hair?"
"I was old!"
"You were so old!"
"God, I didn't know I had so many hats!" giggle
Dobby just sat in his beanbag, happily munching, though a bit peeved. He wasn't even in the movie! What an outrage! They didn't even mention the time he had made cookies when everyone was stricken with the flu! He was okay though, because he got to see the Headmaster wear funny hats, and be oblivious all the time!
"Good job idiot," he mumbled.
Draco looked up at the clock, and swore. "That was one long movie."
"Yeah," Harry agreed. "I think Pansy and the kids would be back by now."
"Oh, definitely," Matilda said. "There is no child alive that can stand almost three hours of the opera."
"Five hours," he corrected. "They left five hours ago."
Everyone winced. "Ouch."
"Knowing Pansy, they'll be there for ages," Draco groaned. "she was always into being cultured."
"Speaking of cultured," Snape interrupted, "we should go."
Matilda gave him a funny look, as did Harry and Draco. (Bumblebee was still giggling) "what does that have to do with being cultured?" she asked.
He shrugged. "Nothing really."
She smacked him over the head. "Silly!"
Harry and Draco exchanged looks. It was so gross when old people flirted.
Snape tapped Bumblebee on the shoulder. "Come on Albert, it's time for your meds." The three donned their cloaks, and with a quick wave, they were gone. The door them melted right back into the wall.
Harry flumped back down onto his chair. "I don't want to go home."
"It's only twelve," Draco commented. "You don't have to go yet."
They sat, and stared at the wall. What does one do at twelve, with a friend?
Then, Draco got a wicked idea. "Hey. Harryyyyy…."
Harry frowned. "What do you want now?"
Dobby shuddered at the evil/sadistic look on his master's face, and quietly sneaked off. Draco grinned. "Do you want to do something strange, kinky, youthful, stupid, and strangely liberating?"
"Not with you I don't."
"Aw, c'mon," he whined. "I wanted to try it for ages, but Hermione doesn't want to. Please…..You're my best friend…"
"You're very pretty, Draco, but I have a wife."
He hesitated. "Ew."
Harry smiled. "Yeah. I don't want to have sex with you."
Draco shook his head vigorously. "NO! Just come with me, ok?"
Harry followed his friend, as he walked down the hall, and into Hermione's office again. Booting up the computer, Draco explained, "I just want to have a peek. I've been very curious since Hermione mentioned it to me, and I suppose that you're the best person to see it with." He paused. "Or the worst. I haven't quite figured it out yet."
Harry pulled up a spare chair, as Draco sat down in the rolly one, and began typing. As he typed, he asked, "So, have you ever heard of Slash before?"
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