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Chapter IX- All Good Things….
"Well…"
"Yeah…"
"That was…interesting."
Draco stared at the screen, where the 'fanfiction' was still situated. He hadn't gone to the next chapter yet, but looking at the face the Harry had, he wasn't sure if more would be appreciated.
Harry wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "Well…was that what you were expecting?"
Draco faced Harry with a giant grin . "No," his friend replied. "It was better!"
"You sick…sick person!" he sputtered. "What would your wife say if she could see you now?"
Draco shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe 'Hey sexy, what's your sign?' or something."
"What?"
"It's one in the morning, don't expect me to come up with something witty and humourous now."
Glancing at his watch, Harry swore dramatically. "I think I should be heading home," he announced, heading out the door of the office. "I'll see you tomorrow or something."
"Maybe we can convince Crabbe and Goyle to baby-sit the kids," Draco suggested. "We could all head out for supper and a movie. Like old times, y'know?"
Harry shook his head. "I don't know. Last time we dropped the twins off with them, we got them back slightly high, with dirt in their mouths. And I think Tommy is too old now, I mean, what would his teachers say if he came to class raving about having centaurs baby-sit him?"
"We could Disillusion them," Draco said, "Or Memory Charm him."
"Enchant your own children?" Harry, being an old soul, didn't like the idea of casting spells on his own flesh and blood. However, in Draco's childhood, he knew his parents weren't above knocking him out with magic when a certain Dark Wizard came around for tea.
"It's not like they'd remember anything! Besides, you wouldn't have to enchant yours, both the twins, and Arthur won't remember a thing when you get them back."
Harry shook his head. "I don't know, Draco. I heard somewhere that enchanting young children makes them impotent."
"No way!" Draco stood up on display. "My parents hexed me five times a day, and I'm still okay!"
"Yeagh." Harry covered his eyes, and backed out the door. "After reading that stuff, I don't want to see you strike that pose."
"Oh."
Draco clapped his hands twice, and Dobby came running out of no where, holding Harry's cloak out for him. He took it, and headed down the hall, Draco following him.
At the door, Harry put on his cloak, and turned to the blonde wizard. "Promise me one thing," he intoned, pointing a menacing finger. "Never tell Pansy anything about me reading….that stuff with you."
"You mean the gay wizard porn?" Draco asked innocently, provoking Harry to run outside and slam the door.
"IT WAS NOT GAY WIZARD PORN!"
Draco chuckled to himself, then gave a gigantic yawn. "Dobby, could you please turn off the computer?" he asked. "I'm going to bed."
Then he walked off to his bedroom. Unbeknownst to him, Dobby was already running down the hall to the office, as fast as his little feet could carry him.
Gay wizard porn!?!?
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Hermione supposed it was okay to look now, after all the moaning and screaming stopped. She edged open one of her eyes, and saw that the two male lovers had stopped their, er, activities, and were just holding on to each other, and panting. Trying to be quiet, even though they couldn't hear her, she snuck out the gates of the 'love cell' and headed down the dingy hallway. She ran a bit faster as she heard Harry and Draco begin their fun again, and ran right into…Ginny?
But this was no 'book' Ginny. This was real life, Ginny MacNeil-Weasley, with short auburn hair, and hazel eyes. Just….younger.
"Hermione!" she screamed, embracing her friend. "Omigod, I'm so glad you found me! I was so worried!"
"Ginny? What are you talking about?" Hermione asked, confused as hell. "I thought you were back home with my kids!"
Ginny's face fell. "I was just trying out this new thing that Fred gave me." Guiltily, she pulled a long chain out from inside her tatty robes, revealing…a Weasley Writing Wizard!
"Fred said that it helps with writing mostly, but you can also explore stories with it," she explained. "I wanted to help you with your story, but when I put this thing on, I didn't know where I wanted to go. I got transported to some old lady's house, with a bunch of cats." She shuddered. "It took me ages to get here."
Hermione pulled an identical one from out under her robes. "Maybe they're attracted to one another," Ginny mused. "Because I felt a weird urge to come down to the dungeons, and I know that's not normal!"
"I just ended up here," Hermione explained. "I was in Harry's house for a bit, and we were talking, and my story was getting along, and then I got sent to this weird black place!"
"I haven't been there," Ginny said. "The lady I ended up with was a witch, I think. She kept cursing about 'dad-gummed wizards' popping out of no where, and beat me out of her house with a plastic broom."
"Maybe there's more people with these pen things. We should ask Fred how many he gave out."
Ginny shook her head furiously. "Hermione! You don't get why I'm so worked up?"
Hermione shrugged. "No. I think these things are wonderful."
"Hermione," Ginny said seriously. "I tried taking off the pen, but the only thing that happens is that I can't do this."
Ginny motioned around her with her hands.
"So…what you're saying is that the pen only controls the story-writing?" Hermione asked, her voice going panicky.
"Yes." Ginny said. "I don't think there's a way to get out of here."
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(a/n: I'm going to stop right here, because I need a good opener still for the next chapter, which is…..CHAPTER TEN! And….i'm almost at my 100th review! :) How about…whoever is the 100th reviewer gets a cameo in the upcoming chapter….hows that?)
Coolicious Carbon-Based Life Forms(y'all like black and white cookies? -throws them like Frisbees-)
FriesWithThat: I'm sorry to say that I have never been to a laughing party…but I can see how listening to William Hung would make that chapter better…I was listening to TaTu….-cringes-
Elfaghetti: I did, I did…..AND I HAD FUN DOING IT! (but no, I'm not going all Harry/Draco)
Miranda G. Potter: I felt so sorry for Hermione when I wrote this chapter…but yet I didn't. I mean, how can you feel sorry for someone who has sex with Draco Malfoy on a regular basis?
Plucky: I loved that part too!!! EEEE!
lildaisygirl24: that's okay, I'm blonde in both definitions of the word. I can never remember the word "window"
Siria: that is the most disturbing thing I have ever heard…but that's cool :)
MysticalSpirits: I'll be sure to update sooner so that I may be graced with your funny reviews
T'Lorie: -hands you a kleenex- those are happy tears, right?
major issues 4 life: I could see them readin it too, while I was writing it. it was very scary
Draco's Little Mudblood: I LOVE your name! Yeah, you told me bout that, tough luck, eh?
wingless87: I love that you love it!
