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Hogwart's Dreamin'
Chapther 2: The Joys of Dueling Club.
Place:Gryffindor Common Room
Time:After Dinner (Early December)
Harry sat in front of the fireplace, watching amused as Hermoine whooped Ron's ass in Wizard Chess. For a girl who claims she dosen't play very often, she's really good. (A/N: I don't know the first thing about Chess so I won't go into detail).
"You know," Hermoine started, not taking her eyes off the chess board. "Even though it's only been a month, things seemed to have changed since Karen got here." Harry knew what she was talking about, but he decided to ask anyway.
"I mean, think about it. Since she's been here, the Slytherin's have been giving her alot of attention, be it good or bad." she pointed out, moving a pawn.
"Now that you mention it, ever since she's been hanging around Malfoy, he's been torturing us a lot less." Ron added. Harry nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, she's not like other Slytherins. She's actually nice to alot of other people from the other houses. Besides Pansy Parkinson, that is." he said, remembering the argument that took place about a few weeks ago (the one in Ch.1).
"Checkmate" Hermoine declaired as her final move was played. Ron sat there dumbfounded.
"No way! How in the seven bloody Hells did you do that?" He exclaimed. Hermoine just shrugged.
"It's Wizard Chess, Ron. It's not that hard to understand." 'No, not if your Hermoine Granger.' Harry thought.
At that moment, a loud pounding emmited from behind the painting of the Fat Lady.
"Who could that be at this hour of the night?" Hermoine asked as Harry got up to answer it.
"Seamus Finnigan. He forgot the password." the Fat lady informed and she swung open. On the other side was Seamus, red-faced and panting. He had a goofy smile on his face.
"Seamus, what's wrong." Ron asked, looking at him like he had gone utterly mad.
"Did you lot hear? Two Slytherins in a wizarding duel!"
"Now?!" Hermoine asked, sounding slightly shocked. Seamus gulped and caught his breath before answering.
"No, tommorow at Dueling Club. The new girl versus Pansy Parkinson." Why was no one suprised? Though it would be an excellent spectacle, everyone knew it was only a matter of time before the two girls got into it..
"So there's going to be a cat fight tommorow?" Ron asked, suddenly slightly excited. Seamus nodded.
"And it can't be stopped, because the professors will just think it as practice! It will be so great!!" he practically squealed. Every man loved a good cat fight. Gay men, because justice is being served to someone (even if they don't know either one f the girls), and straight men because clothes were ripped and no one cared.
"But what if it get out of hand?" Hermoine asked, the only one even a little concerned. Harry smiled at her.
"Don't worry, Herm. If things get carried away, the Proffesor will end the class. It's simple." he said. The bushy-haired girl just shook her head pitifully.
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Draco sat with Blaise and Karen in the Slytherin Common Room. No one spoke, the boys just sat there chatting and Karen was laying on the floor listening to her muggle cd player.
"So...what's that band you said you were listening to, Kare?" Blaise asked,careful not to upset her any more than she already was. Much to the boys' suprised, she didn't get upset or annoyed at all.
"It's Malice Mizer. They're a Japanese band and they're really good. Espeacially this song called 'Color Me Blood Red'. It rocks soo hard" She swooned. The boys nodded and Draco changed the subject.
"So, you're really going to take on Pansy tommorow?" he asked, the girl nodded, but didn't say anything. Blaise, who never really cared for the pug-faced girl, scoffed.
"Good. It's about time someone put the haughty little bitch in her place. I'm so sick of her waltzing around here like she's the hottest thing since sex." he ranted. The other two Slytherins laughed. Finnaly calming down, Draco started to speak.
"Not that I'm on her side or anything, but Pansy knows some pretty good spells. Her family is made up of Death Eaters." he stated. Karen smirked and stood up.
"Not to worry, she maybe good. But my cousin Lezard, tought me everything he knows. He founded the Philosopher's Stone, you know." she said.
"I heard about him. He was also a powerful socceror and a Necromancer. But wasn't the Philosopher's stone founded almost a century or two ago? I figured he'd have dided of old age, by now." Draco asked.
"Actuall, he died when he was twenty-four. But you're right. What I meant was I have all of his notes that he took from expeiraments and studies he's done. And the spells he used are used all over America, espeacially in the Valeth and Cabbage families. I know most of them, but not all." she expliained.
"That's pretty neat. I'm suprised your familiy hasen't joined the Death Eaters yet. You'd be very powerful." Blaise commented. Karen's smile faded and she sat back down.
"Not to offend, but I hate Death Eaters, and I hate Voldemort. He gives dark wizards, such as Necromancers, a bad name." She spat. "Darkness is meant to be beautiful, yet mysterious, like life and love itself. It hurts, that's a given, but at the same time, it gives relief. The releaf of death. He's turned something long-lived and beautiful, no, beyond beautiful into something horrid and evil, and I hate him for it and, if and when I get the chance, I'll destroy him for it." Her eyes were narrowed to slits by this point. The boys stared at her in shock. Very few Slytherins dared to even speak his name, let alone freely say they hate him.
"Alot of people dislike Voldie, that's why they depend on Harry Potter to get rid of him." Blaise replied. Karen scrunched her little nose.
"Well, Voldie had better hope that Harry gets to him before I do." And with that she layed back down, her back facing the other two. Before eitherof them could reply, the prefect strode into the Common Room.
"Alright, get to bed you three. Lights out." He commanded and the three solemnly went to their respective dorms, but before Draco could even make it to his, Karen got close to him and whispered,
"I bet you wish you could kiss Harry goodnight."
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Draco layed awake in his cherry oak(only the best for a Malfoy) four-poster bed. Now that he thought about it, he did wish he could give Harry a goodnight kiss. And not the kind he used to give his mother when he was seven. A real kiss, the kind with tounge and light moans, the kind that made you forget that you were going to bed in the first the first place. Yeah, that's definatly the kind of kiss he wanted from Harry.
The blond boy's thoughts started to drift from kissing to doing much more. Harry Potter, in his bed, on his back, moaning and whimpering a Draco fucked him rotton. Harry crying out as he climaxed and again as Draco came inside of him. Draco blushed as his black silk pajama pants started to feel a bit tighter.
"Shit" the boy whispered to himself as he rolled over onto his side. He wanted to stop thinking about it, but he couldn't. He wanted Harry. He didn't just want him, he wanted to be with him. He wanted Harry Potter as his boyfriend. With this, and other thoughts in his mind, Draco slowly fell asleep
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Harry layed flat on the four-poster bed in the Gryffindor boys' dorm, thinking about many different things. Things had changed since the new student came. Mostly with Draco, or so Harry thought. He would torture the Gryffindors as much. In fact, he left them alone competley. Not only that, but when Harry was near him, he would act strange. Not strange as in hopping around butt-naked wrapped in cellophane cling-wrap while singing Mary Had a Litte Lamb, but still pretty odd. Like, for instance, his usually pale cheeks would turn slightly pinkish, and when Harry would say hi (just to be nice), he would open his mouth like he was about to speak, but nothing came out, which made his cheeks turn an even darker pink. See? Strange.
Every possible answer swam in Harry head, but one kept coming back. What if Draco liked him? Not just like, but like like?
'Impossible,' Harry told himself. 'No way Draco Malfoy would feel that way about me. He hates me.' Something about that last part stung deep inside. As much as Harry didn't want to believe that Draco hated him, he knew it was true. But then, why would he act the way he was?
You know why. He's in love with you the world-renouned voice in everyone's head said.
'Who are you?'
The voice in your head, idiot. Now, like I said, Draco Malfoy's in love with you.
'Nuh-uh. You'er lying!'
Yeah-huh, and no I'm not. Would someone act like that when they hate you? I don't think so. In fact, it kind of reminds me of how Ginny acted when she was in love with you.
'Really?'
Yep. Now, the only question left is how your going to respond to this
'Well, I can't just go up to him and say 'Hey Draco, I know how you feel about me and I feel the same way''
Why not?
'Maybe because if I'm wrong, not only will I look like a jackass, but I'll get my arse beat.'
Yeah, that would be bad, huh?
'Yeah.'
So then you'll have to wait for the Right Moment.
'Right Moment?'
You know, those convieniant moments in slash fanfics where the two confess their hidden love.
'Oh, that moment.....How will I-'
Oh trust me, you'll know. Now get to bed
'Kay' and with that, Harry went to sleep, all the while, thinking about Draco.
-The Next Day:Dueling Club-
Professor Snape strode to the center of the catwalk-like platform and he began to speak.
"For those who may be new to the Dueling Club expierience, this is where you work on both offensive and defensive spells. Would anyone care to go first?" Karen's and Pansy's hands shot up. "Very well, Miss Cabbage, Miss Parkinson, please come up."
Karen and Pansy stepped onto the platforms and got into a battle stance, waiting for the cue from Snape.
"Begin"
"Expelliramus!"
"Reflect Sorccery!!" Pansy fired a well aimed spell, but as soon as it got near Karen, it backfired and hit Pansy, dead-on. The girl flew backward and landed on her back with loud thud. The crowd gasped and a the few that even liked Pansy (Millicent) helped her up. She was still a bit wobbely, but well enough to keep going.
"Not giving up yet, are you Parkinson?"
"Not on your life, Lettuce." Pansy smirked at the aggitated look on her face
"It's Cabbage!" Karen held her hands out in front of her and shouted a spell. "Mystic Cross!!" Silverish streams of light shot out and headed straight for Pansy, and before she could use a blocking spell, she was hit. She flew back, much like she did before, but this time, she couldn't get up. Karen smiled at her victory, but then fell onto one knee, breathing heavilly.
"Congradulations, Miss Cabbage, on an excellent victory. Now if someone can help these two to the infirmary-"
"I don't know about Parkinson, but I don't need to go to the infirmary. I'm just a little drained, that's all. All I need is a little rest and I'll be fine."
"You can get that rest in the infirmary, now go!" Snape commanded and ordered Exavier Drought to take them.
-Dinner-
As promised, Karen was perfectly fine after a nice nap in the infirmiry and was sitting with Draco and Blaise at the Slytherin table at dinner. During her time in the inferm, Karen had finnaly come up with a plan to help Draco get the gir-um, guy.
"Draco, I have a great idea!" She exclaimed, nearly scaring the hell out of the two.
"For the last time, I'm not going around school dressed up as Christina Aguilara from the 'Dirrty' video." Blaise stared at them wide-eyed, as did a few first-years that happened to be sitting near-by.
"I know, but that's not what I mean. I mean I know a way you can get with Harry." Dracos eyes brightened a little.
"Really? How?"
"Slytherin House is going to have a litlle party, and the Gryffies are invited, along with a few from the other houses." Blaise looked a bit skeptical.
"A party, with the Gryffindors? Are you serious?" he asked.
"Serious as a death threat. Who knows, maybe there are a few partiers hidden under that noble, polite exterior."
"Well," Draco said. "It's worth a try. But how do we know Harry's going to show up? And what if he brings the rest of the 'golden trio' with him?"
"He'll show up because you're going to give him his invitaion personally. And of course they're going to be there, we said we would invite the Gryffindors and they're Gryffindors."
"Well, I guess it's worth a shot. It will be a nice change before Winter Hols. Let's do it." The three shared a high-five before they focused on their dinner.
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"Did you see those spells? I've never seen anything like it!" Seamus went on and on. Most of the Gryffindor table was hyped up about Pansy's defeat at the hands of Karen.
"I wonder where she learned those spells?" Hermoine said, flipping through the pages of old spell books.
"Who knows, as long as she dosen't use them on me, I'll be fine." Ginny Weasly replied, sipping her pumpkin juice. Harry wasn't really listening. Sure, it was an impressive duel, but he had bigger things on his mind. Things such as a young, pale, blond Slytherin.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A/N: There's Ch.2. Next Chapter, The Planning. DBK (Draco, Blaise, and Karen) go to Dumbledore with their party plans, the party is announce, and Hermoine takes Harry on that perilous adventure of money expendagure, aka. shopping. R/R