Disclaimer: In a few words. I dun own no nuttin'. Done. And the inspiration I owe to Collin Raye's Love Me and LeAnn Rimes' "Can't fight the moonlight."
Love Me.
Sayonaro. Guten Nacht. Zai Jian.
"Bye..."
"You take care too."
"Getting' civilized for once, git?"
"Yeah, Potty."
"DON"T, and I warn you efficiently, DON'T CALL ME A FLOWERPOT, POUTY, POTTY, POTTYKINS, PORT, DUMBPOT-"
"Yeah, ya know, a highly intelligent man like myself will, OF COURSE know where you are heading with this. And may I add that it won't be wonderful to have a feuding frickin' duel on our Prom Night. Not that I would want to be your date. Ever."
"The bloody tootness in all the hells and muckin' 'Slythering' dungeons..."
"Tootness is a lame word, Potter. You losing your Midas touch?"
"I DO NOT have Mr-Midas-Merlin touch even if I am the Boy-Who-Lived, I-'m-a-Survivor, and Handsome-Young- Man all rolled into one. Such a neat package, don't you think, Malfoy?
"I. Puke."
"Something you ate, dear?"
Don't you dear me. I might just fall for dear old Potty."
"The horrors of it all."
"The feeling's very much mutual."
"Points taken and agreed on."
"Potty and Malfoy agreeing. Our esteemed fathers would turn in their graves. At least mine's alive."
"You. Did. Not. Have. To. Go. There."
"Sorry."
"I bet you are."
"I am. Really. I didn't mean to-"
"Yeah right."
"I told you I-"
"You what, love me?"
That effectively shut Draco up. Sneering, he spun on his heels, cloak whipping around in a harsh jerk, stalking off to join the Slytherin table.
Harry smiled. Yep, he won again. Nice going, Mr. Potter. Jeez, my ego's inflating awfully. But it can't be helped. I am good.
That bloody Potter.
HOW did he DARE to insinuate that he, the great Draco Malfoy would ever fall head over heels for him! He wasn't even gay! Well, bi, but that didn't mean anything.
Not at all.
And I really believe that.
Really, trust me.
I'm getting to be such a bad liar... Sure gotta polish my abilities again...
Jeez.
Cliffie
This sure gotta go on. I'm havin' a hard lovin' for these two. Oh dear. At least there's no angst in this chappie Love me. For it.
Smiles sensually.
Oops.
I meant happily.
Hormones...
11 November 2004 11.11.04.
Thursday.
2.30PM – 3.05 PM., Asia time.
Da Omega. AKA. The End.
Lame, aren't I?? P ( ;D