A/N: This was meant to be a brief little chapter assuring you that I was going to continue this story. It turned out to be a rather lengthy chapter. Pointlessness is at work in this one.
Thank you: kelly, angelus_grl, Eccentricity is me, LanaMariah, Courteney, Mel Twinkle, Redhawk, Raven Maxwell, Min_1979, Myst (No I have not read "Mister God, this is Anna."), Merii ( I actually like the three musketeers. it's one of my favorite books.), Fleur---@, Sesa-chan, RandomThought, do you really care?!, Ethsara ye'Kariannye, Silverfox, Essence, Silent Stalker, Sandra SOlaria Dees, and cutichelsey. You guys are great!
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Ron burst into the dorm excitedly. He glanced around the dorm. "Oh for Christ's sake, could you not do that!" he cried, covering his eyes. His statement was greeted with a loud thud as both Harry and Draco fell off Harry's bed.
"Weasley, allow me to tell you about this amazing innovation in personal relations. It's called knocking."
"Yes, and let me introduce you to another one. It's called can you please not screw my best friend where there is the remote possibility of me finding you?"
"How about a bank? Your family has no money, so you wouldn't be there."
"Put some clothes on so I can beat the snot out of you."
"Impossible. Or I would've tried," Harry muttered, straightening his glasses and making a very odd movement as he tried to put his pants on from behind the bed.
"Admit it. You love me because of it."
"I'm crazy for loving you because of it," Harry replied, kissing Draco.
"I hope you're never sane, lamb," Draco murmured kissing him back.
"Excuse me, while I say hello to this morning's breakfast," Ron remarked, pretending to gag. Harry grinned sheepishly and Draco looked thoroughly annoyed. Seamus dashed through the doorway and skidded to a halt.
"No need to ask what you two have been up to. What do you say, Ron? Fancy a go?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear.
"Not this lifetime, Seamus."
"Ouch. You break my heart, Ron. Really, you do," he replied, grabbing a book off of his bed and heading for the door.
"You mean you're not going to stay and harass us?" Draco asked.
"I have plenty of time to harass you lot later. I've got things to see, people to do. Oh, wait. Switch that."
"I'm sure it was right the first time," Rom murmured.
"Kinda. I've got to go find Lavender."
"Dare I ask what you want with Lavender?" Draco inquired.
"It's more like what she wants with me."
"What do you mean by that?" Harry asked.
"Damned if I know. But I'm not one to keep a lady waiting, so I'll see you later," Seamus answered, dashing back out.
Harry stood, having finally succeeded in putting his pants on. "What have you got there?" he asked, pointing to a roll of parchment in Ron's hand.
"Oh it's-" There was a soft knock on the door. Both boys turned to find Padma standing in the doorway, identifiable by the bracelet she always wore on her left wrist.
"Yes?" Harry inquired. Padma's eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open when she realized that he wasn't wearing a shirt. Draco stood, fine blond hair mussed.
"For heaven's sake, my dear, do close your mouth. You're likely to catch flies," he commented.
"Is- is Dean here?" she asked. Draco cocked his head to the side.
"You know, I can't say that I actually blame Lisa for running off with you. You're a great deal more attractive than Dean," he said, smiling. She blushed.
"Ahem," Harry coughed, glaring at Draco.
"What? Can't a guy pay an insanely pretty girl a compliment?"
"Not when said guy's boyfriend is standing right next to him," Harry hissed.
"Is said guy's extremely hot boyfriend afraid of competition?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.
"What competition?" retorted Harry.
"Precisely," Draco replied, pulling Harry in for a kiss. Padma's eyes were the size of small dinner plates and her expression was one of complete shock and amusement.
"Are you enjoying this?" Ron asked, catching sight of Padma's face.
"Oh, immensely," she replied. Draco laughed. Harry blushed crimson.
"Wonderful. The next show is in about 10 minutes. Who knows? Maybe you'll find Dean here as well. Now, could you excuse us for just a minute?" Ron asked, trying to quell his exasperation.
"Honestly, Weasley, to hear you speak, I'd think you were a homophobe," Draco said.
"I'm sorry, I have something against sadistic, scheming bastards dating my best friends."
"I resent that. I'll have you know that I am not a bastard. My parents were married when I was born."
"Your poor mother."
"Indeed."
"The woman is either a saint, a fool, or the devil himself to put up with you and your father."
"And I won't even go into what your mother is."
"Why don't you find Seamus and get laid? Then maybe you won't be so abhorrently cranky."
"Yes and that approach worked so well for you, didn't it?" Without warning, Draco lunged at Ron, fists flying. Ron hit him back just as hard. Instead of stopping them, Harry stepped around them and took a hold of Padma by the elbow.
"I'm sorry about that. Perhaps you'd better go. I'll tell Dean you dropped by," he said escorting her halfway down the stairs.
"Thanks. Um, Harry?"
"Yes?"
"Can I really come back in ten minutes?" she asked. He was confused for a moment, then he remembered what Ron had said...
"That depends. Do you have anything made from dragon hide?"
"I have a skirt."
"Perfect. Wear it when you come back." She smiled and nodded. Harry sighed. Draco was going to kill him or tease him mercilessly for this one. Speaking of...he'd better go make sure he and Ron didn't kill each other.
"Stop it!" Harry said, pulling Draco off Ron. "Keep this up and I swear, *I'll* run off with Padma!"
"You'd leave me for a girl?" Draco asked in disbelief.
"If said girl is 'insanely pretty' and has a skirt made of dragon hide, yes."
"How would you know if she has a skirt made of dragon hide?"
"Never mind that," Harry said with an arch grin.
"What's this?" he asked, picking up the roll of parchment that been forgotten in the fight. He unrolled it. "It's in French!" he exclaimed.
"Let me see. 'Dearest mother, How are you? I am sorry to hear that Marie is not well. Send her my regards...'," Draco replied, reading over Harry's shoulder. "Why is some one writing to you in French?" he asked Ron.
"Look! This bit's in English," Harry cried.
"To Mr. Ronald Weasley, please excuse the above. They check my letters because they know that I am friends with Neville. He would have written to you himself, but last time we tried that, the letter burst into flames and nearly cooked my owl. Aimee did not come near me for quite sometime.
"Neville has been sent to Beauxbatons. He misses you dearly and sends his love. The students here are very sympathetic to his plight and would like to help in anyway they can. Aimee will await your response. It might be wise to dictate your letter to somebody else, as your handwriting may evoke the same response as Neville's.
"Your Compatriot in the struggle against Narrow-minded Authority, Nicki. "
"Nicki? I hope that's short for Nicholas," Draco muttered.
"Probably. Beauxbatons? But that's so far!" Harry exclaimed.
"And the letter burst into flames. No, certainly Malfoy, this has nothing to do with me," Ron said sarcastically.
"My mistake. Why don't you go find someone to write your letter?" Draco suggested smoothly.
"Or you could just wait two minutes and ask Padma," Harry said.
"What do you mean by that?" Ron asked.
"Nothing."
"Harry-" Draco began.
"Yes, love?" Harry replied innocently.
"What did you do?"
"Just you, I swear." Then Padma appeared in the doorway, wearing a scarlet dragon hide skirt as agreed.
"Harry, you are without a doubt, the kinkiest person I have ever met," Draco laughed, shaking his head.
"That's it! I'm leaving," Ron said, storming out.
"What's wrong with him?" Padma asked.
"Everything, my dear. Everything."
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*dons flame retardant clothing * Alright, my dears. Comments, suggestions? Questions as to what medication I'm on? Review!
Love,
J. Silver
Thank you: kelly, angelus_grl, Eccentricity is me, LanaMariah, Courteney, Mel Twinkle, Redhawk, Raven Maxwell, Min_1979, Myst (No I have not read "Mister God, this is Anna."), Merii ( I actually like the three musketeers. it's one of my favorite books.), Fleur---@, Sesa-chan, RandomThought, do you really care?!, Ethsara ye'Kariannye, Silverfox, Essence, Silent Stalker, Sandra SOlaria Dees, and cutichelsey. You guys are great!
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Ron burst into the dorm excitedly. He glanced around the dorm. "Oh for Christ's sake, could you not do that!" he cried, covering his eyes. His statement was greeted with a loud thud as both Harry and Draco fell off Harry's bed.
"Weasley, allow me to tell you about this amazing innovation in personal relations. It's called knocking."
"Yes, and let me introduce you to another one. It's called can you please not screw my best friend where there is the remote possibility of me finding you?"
"How about a bank? Your family has no money, so you wouldn't be there."
"Put some clothes on so I can beat the snot out of you."
"Impossible. Or I would've tried," Harry muttered, straightening his glasses and making a very odd movement as he tried to put his pants on from behind the bed.
"Admit it. You love me because of it."
"I'm crazy for loving you because of it," Harry replied, kissing Draco.
"I hope you're never sane, lamb," Draco murmured kissing him back.
"Excuse me, while I say hello to this morning's breakfast," Ron remarked, pretending to gag. Harry grinned sheepishly and Draco looked thoroughly annoyed. Seamus dashed through the doorway and skidded to a halt.
"No need to ask what you two have been up to. What do you say, Ron? Fancy a go?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear.
"Not this lifetime, Seamus."
"Ouch. You break my heart, Ron. Really, you do," he replied, grabbing a book off of his bed and heading for the door.
"You mean you're not going to stay and harass us?" Draco asked.
"I have plenty of time to harass you lot later. I've got things to see, people to do. Oh, wait. Switch that."
"I'm sure it was right the first time," Rom murmured.
"Kinda. I've got to go find Lavender."
"Dare I ask what you want with Lavender?" Draco inquired.
"It's more like what she wants with me."
"What do you mean by that?" Harry asked.
"Damned if I know. But I'm not one to keep a lady waiting, so I'll see you later," Seamus answered, dashing back out.
Harry stood, having finally succeeded in putting his pants on. "What have you got there?" he asked, pointing to a roll of parchment in Ron's hand.
"Oh it's-" There was a soft knock on the door. Both boys turned to find Padma standing in the doorway, identifiable by the bracelet she always wore on her left wrist.
"Yes?" Harry inquired. Padma's eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open when she realized that he wasn't wearing a shirt. Draco stood, fine blond hair mussed.
"For heaven's sake, my dear, do close your mouth. You're likely to catch flies," he commented.
"Is- is Dean here?" she asked. Draco cocked his head to the side.
"You know, I can't say that I actually blame Lisa for running off with you. You're a great deal more attractive than Dean," he said, smiling. She blushed.
"Ahem," Harry coughed, glaring at Draco.
"What? Can't a guy pay an insanely pretty girl a compliment?"
"Not when said guy's boyfriend is standing right next to him," Harry hissed.
"Is said guy's extremely hot boyfriend afraid of competition?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.
"What competition?" retorted Harry.
"Precisely," Draco replied, pulling Harry in for a kiss. Padma's eyes were the size of small dinner plates and her expression was one of complete shock and amusement.
"Are you enjoying this?" Ron asked, catching sight of Padma's face.
"Oh, immensely," she replied. Draco laughed. Harry blushed crimson.
"Wonderful. The next show is in about 10 minutes. Who knows? Maybe you'll find Dean here as well. Now, could you excuse us for just a minute?" Ron asked, trying to quell his exasperation.
"Honestly, Weasley, to hear you speak, I'd think you were a homophobe," Draco said.
"I'm sorry, I have something against sadistic, scheming bastards dating my best friends."
"I resent that. I'll have you know that I am not a bastard. My parents were married when I was born."
"Your poor mother."
"Indeed."
"The woman is either a saint, a fool, or the devil himself to put up with you and your father."
"And I won't even go into what your mother is."
"Why don't you find Seamus and get laid? Then maybe you won't be so abhorrently cranky."
"Yes and that approach worked so well for you, didn't it?" Without warning, Draco lunged at Ron, fists flying. Ron hit him back just as hard. Instead of stopping them, Harry stepped around them and took a hold of Padma by the elbow.
"I'm sorry about that. Perhaps you'd better go. I'll tell Dean you dropped by," he said escorting her halfway down the stairs.
"Thanks. Um, Harry?"
"Yes?"
"Can I really come back in ten minutes?" she asked. He was confused for a moment, then he remembered what Ron had said...
"That depends. Do you have anything made from dragon hide?"
"I have a skirt."
"Perfect. Wear it when you come back." She smiled and nodded. Harry sighed. Draco was going to kill him or tease him mercilessly for this one. Speaking of...he'd better go make sure he and Ron didn't kill each other.
"Stop it!" Harry said, pulling Draco off Ron. "Keep this up and I swear, *I'll* run off with Padma!"
"You'd leave me for a girl?" Draco asked in disbelief.
"If said girl is 'insanely pretty' and has a skirt made of dragon hide, yes."
"How would you know if she has a skirt made of dragon hide?"
"Never mind that," Harry said with an arch grin.
"What's this?" he asked, picking up the roll of parchment that been forgotten in the fight. He unrolled it. "It's in French!" he exclaimed.
"Let me see. 'Dearest mother, How are you? I am sorry to hear that Marie is not well. Send her my regards...'," Draco replied, reading over Harry's shoulder. "Why is some one writing to you in French?" he asked Ron.
"Look! This bit's in English," Harry cried.
"To Mr. Ronald Weasley, please excuse the above. They check my letters because they know that I am friends with Neville. He would have written to you himself, but last time we tried that, the letter burst into flames and nearly cooked my owl. Aimee did not come near me for quite sometime.
"Neville has been sent to Beauxbatons. He misses you dearly and sends his love. The students here are very sympathetic to his plight and would like to help in anyway they can. Aimee will await your response. It might be wise to dictate your letter to somebody else, as your handwriting may evoke the same response as Neville's.
"Your Compatriot in the struggle against Narrow-minded Authority, Nicki. "
"Nicki? I hope that's short for Nicholas," Draco muttered.
"Probably. Beauxbatons? But that's so far!" Harry exclaimed.
"And the letter burst into flames. No, certainly Malfoy, this has nothing to do with me," Ron said sarcastically.
"My mistake. Why don't you go find someone to write your letter?" Draco suggested smoothly.
"Or you could just wait two minutes and ask Padma," Harry said.
"What do you mean by that?" Ron asked.
"Nothing."
"Harry-" Draco began.
"Yes, love?" Harry replied innocently.
"What did you do?"
"Just you, I swear." Then Padma appeared in the doorway, wearing a scarlet dragon hide skirt as agreed.
"Harry, you are without a doubt, the kinkiest person I have ever met," Draco laughed, shaking his head.
"That's it! I'm leaving," Ron said, storming out.
"What's wrong with him?" Padma asked.
"Everything, my dear. Everything."
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*dons flame retardant clothing * Alright, my dears. Comments, suggestions? Questions as to what medication I'm on? Review!
Love,
J. Silver