All Ron's Fault.
Chapter two
Written By Penny
Notes: thanks to those of you who left reviews. I'm asking for 5 reviews for this chapter, which isn't a big request!
Warnings: same as chapter one.
Oh and I don't own them but if I did there would be some changes.
Harry was mad.
Just the thought of being rejected for Blaise Zabini - Blaise! - made him want to scream at Ron. But he had the sneaking suspicion that the only thing that would make any impact on Ron would be a good right hook.Was he desperate enough to lose his best friend? No... he, guessed not. But something had to be done.
Hermione was watching him carefully, making sure he didn't do anything he'd regret. "Juts ignore everyone, harry," she had soothed. "Even Ron if you have to."
*Then* she had had the utter insensitivity to suggest a reason for Ron's behaviour, in Ron's hearing.
"Maybe Ron likes you," she suggested, stroking Harry's hair as she would a child. It was completely innocent, as was the suggestion, but neither had the same reaction.
Two high pitched screams came to Draco's ears as he exited the library. A few seconds later, Potter, running as fast as possible, but hampered by the sheet twined around him to hide - Draco was guessing - the red satin boxers, cannoned into him.
Draco found himself under both Potter and the sheet. Oh, my God! How could finnigan give this guy up for Blasie! The body! Oh, the body! It was all he culd do to keep himself from running his hands over Potter's backside. He contented himself by stroking his stomach.
Harry jumped back in shock. "Malfoy! What the Hell were you doing!?"
"Relax," Draco said lazily. "I don't actually like you - but if you're going to throw a body like that on top of me, what do you expect?"
"You - but - what -" Harry gabbled. He looked down at his bare chest. He'd never considered himself special.
Draco followed his gaze. Oh, the muscles on that chest! The wonder of it! Can't he just wrap the sheet back around him before I-
"But you don't like me," Harry said faintly.
"Very good, Potter," Draco said, applauding slightly. "I do find you disturbingly more attracive than me, so if you'd like to put the sheet back on..."
Potter didn't move. Typical. Ok, I tried to warn him. And for Slytherin, not to mention a Malfoy, that's fairly unheard of.
"Potter? Though I don't like you - in fact, I had you, everything you stand for, and your house - I am not responsible for what will now happen. you should have put the sheet back on." I hate him! I do! Really!
Harry's eyes widened as Malfoy leant forward and kissed him. Long, hungrily and with so much passion that Harry kissed back bemusedly.
Then Draco threw him away. "Get away, Potter. Stay far away from me - or I'll kill you."
He stalked off. Wow, what a kiss. I mean - I shouldn't have done *that*, it was wrong, oh GOD! I must stay away from him.
Harry just sat there, touching his mouth with one finger until Hermione found him and gently urged him back to bed.
Harry had only one train of thought. Malfoy and the kiss. He scares me. I have to stay away.
"Yes," he said aloud, unaware of Hermione's puzzled look. "I must stay away from him. He is bad - evil - dangerous. He kissed me."
Hermione felt scared.
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TBC!
What did you think? and be honest. PLEASE! 5 reviews, is all i ask.
Chapter two
Written By Penny
Notes: thanks to those of you who left reviews. I'm asking for 5 reviews for this chapter, which isn't a big request!
Warnings: same as chapter one.
Oh and I don't own them but if I did there would be some changes.
Harry was mad.
Just the thought of being rejected for Blaise Zabini - Blaise! - made him want to scream at Ron. But he had the sneaking suspicion that the only thing that would make any impact on Ron would be a good right hook.Was he desperate enough to lose his best friend? No... he, guessed not. But something had to be done.
Hermione was watching him carefully, making sure he didn't do anything he'd regret. "Juts ignore everyone, harry," she had soothed. "Even Ron if you have to."
*Then* she had had the utter insensitivity to suggest a reason for Ron's behaviour, in Ron's hearing.
"Maybe Ron likes you," she suggested, stroking Harry's hair as she would a child. It was completely innocent, as was the suggestion, but neither had the same reaction.
Two high pitched screams came to Draco's ears as he exited the library. A few seconds later, Potter, running as fast as possible, but hampered by the sheet twined around him to hide - Draco was guessing - the red satin boxers, cannoned into him.
Draco found himself under both Potter and the sheet. Oh, my God! How could finnigan give this guy up for Blasie! The body! Oh, the body! It was all he culd do to keep himself from running his hands over Potter's backside. He contented himself by stroking his stomach.
Harry jumped back in shock. "Malfoy! What the Hell were you doing!?"
"Relax," Draco said lazily. "I don't actually like you - but if you're going to throw a body like that on top of me, what do you expect?"
"You - but - what -" Harry gabbled. He looked down at his bare chest. He'd never considered himself special.
Draco followed his gaze. Oh, the muscles on that chest! The wonder of it! Can't he just wrap the sheet back around him before I-
"But you don't like me," Harry said faintly.
"Very good, Potter," Draco said, applauding slightly. "I do find you disturbingly more attracive than me, so if you'd like to put the sheet back on..."
Potter didn't move. Typical. Ok, I tried to warn him. And for Slytherin, not to mention a Malfoy, that's fairly unheard of.
"Potter? Though I don't like you - in fact, I had you, everything you stand for, and your house - I am not responsible for what will now happen. you should have put the sheet back on." I hate him! I do! Really!
Harry's eyes widened as Malfoy leant forward and kissed him. Long, hungrily and with so much passion that Harry kissed back bemusedly.
Then Draco threw him away. "Get away, Potter. Stay far away from me - or I'll kill you."
He stalked off. Wow, what a kiss. I mean - I shouldn't have done *that*, it was wrong, oh GOD! I must stay away from him.
Harry just sat there, touching his mouth with one finger until Hermione found him and gently urged him back to bed.
Harry had only one train of thought. Malfoy and the kiss. He scares me. I have to stay away.
"Yes," he said aloud, unaware of Hermione's puzzled look. "I must stay away from him. He is bad - evil - dangerous. He kissed me."
Hermione felt scared.
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TBC!
What did you think? and be honest. PLEASE! 5 reviews, is all i ask.