a/n: *looks indignant* Lose interest? Me??? Surely you jest!!! Honestly, I was so hurt by the suggestion that I leave you ficless and deprived. *cries* But on the plus side, I wrote this bit rather quickly. A few days ago, I was bitten with the urge to write more of this fic again, so expect more chapters faster, time permitting.
Thank you Twilights Death, Redhawk, TanisaFyre, Silent Stalker, ClarKeRaVen, Scratches, Silverfox, and Rehanna.
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The Gryffindor dorms were cloaked in the dim grey light of dawn when Draco awoke. Detaching Harry's arm from around his waist and yanking his own completely numb arm from under his boyfriend, Draco got out of bed. He stumbled to the bathroom, undressed and screamed bloody murder.
The sound woke Harry with a start and after using his shin to locate the corner of Ron's trunk, Harry limped as quickly as possible to the bathroom. "Draco? Draco, are you okay?" He paused. "Er...not that I'm complaining, but why are you naked?" Draco turned to face Harry, mouth open in astonishment.
"It's gone!" he exclaimed. Harry's eyes ran over Draco's body.
"Define 'it' because from where I'm standing, everything appears to be in order." Draco sighed.
"Honestly, lamb, while normally I delight in your twisted little mind, now is not the time."
"You scream loud enough to wake the dead and I find you undressed talking about 'it' being gone. What the hell am I supposed to think?" The blonde shook his head.
"Look," he said, showing Harry his arm.
"I don't see anything."
"Exactly," Draco said triumphantly. Harry looked confused.
"Exactly?"
"Neville's right. You are retarded. What was on my arm yesterday?" Comprehension smacked Harry upside the head- hard.
"God, I'm stupid!"
"Course you are, darlin, but we love you anyway," drawled a voice thick with sleep and an Irish accent. Both boys turned to face the door. "What in Hades is going on here?" Seamus asked, yawning. He caught sight of Draco and grinned. "Now there's a sight I'd love to wake up to more often." Draco simply rolled his eyes.
"The Dark Mark is gone," he explained.
"Gone?" Seamus echoed. "Magical tattoos don't simply vanish, Draco love."
"What's this about magical tattoos? Oh for the love of God, Malfoy, would you put some sodding clothes on?" Ron croaked.
"No, Weasley, I always entertain in the nude. Family tradition."
"Explains how your father got to where he is," Ron replied dryly.
"You think my father's cute enough to sleep his way to the top?" Draco asked mischievously.
"Maybe 'cute' is the wrong word," Ron said.
"If he was twenty years younger and not such a sodding prick, I'd shag him," Seamus said.
"You'd shag anything," Dean said, sleepily. "Here." He threw Draco a towel muttering "exhibitionist" under his breath.
"I would not," Seamus protested.
"So would Harry," Ron grumbled.
"Hey!" cried Draco and Harry.
"You could put him and Seamus together," suggested Dean.
"I'd like to see that," Draco mused, adjusting the towel.
"Up for it Harry?" Seamus asked, jokingly.
"I'll try anything once," Harry replied.
"Want to watch, Dean?" Seamus asked.
"No thanks," Dean laughed. "You guys are all attractive as far as guys go, but that's not my thing."
"You're straight?" Ron asked, incredulously.
"Yes, I'm straight. Someone's got to create a new generation of magic folk."
"As long as it's not Weasley."
"Or Malfoy."
"I agree," Draco said.
"You what?" Ron asked.
"I agree completely," Draco repeated. "The last thing the world needs is more Malfoys. However, the world could use some more Potters."
"I disagree. The world could use some more fine arses and you, dragon boy, have one of the nicest I've ever seen," Seamus remarked.
"Overshare!" Dean crowed.
"Anyway, back to the matter at hand," Draco began, clearing his throat. "The Dark Mark has vanished from my arm."
"That's a good thing, right?" said Dean.
"It means Voldemort's dead," Harry said. Everybody winced.
"But how? Harry didn't kill him," Seamus said.
"Precisely," replied Draco.
"Well, many of the spells You-Know-Who used to postpone death were highly volatile in nature. Overtime, the spells may have simply dissolved," Ron said.
"Wow, Weasley. For a moment there you sounded semi-intelligent."
"Wanker," Ron muttered.
"You really shouldn't call yourself names, Weasley. It's not good for your self-esteem."
"Harry!"
"Draco-"
"Fine. But this could also be another scheme," Draco said.
"You-Know-Who fakes his death by erasing all the Dark Marks-" Seamus said.
"Fudge will think he's gone for good-" continued Ron.
"Leaving Voldemort completely free to scheme-" interrupted Harry.
"And recruit new Death Eaters." Draco said.
"We'll be completely blind-sided-" Dean added.
"Defenseless," said Harry grimly.
"Vulnerable," agreed Draco.
"Sitting ducks," Seamus added.
"Completely and utterly fucked," offered Ron.
Harry ran a hand through his hair. "That can't be good. So now what do we do?" he asked. Everyone looked just as clueless as he was. What do you do when you know someone is plotting mass murder as you speak?
"Fight him," Ron suggested.
"Are you a complete imbecile? We can't fight him openly. He's got powers you don't even want to hear about, let alone experience," Draco scoffed.
"Then what do you suggest we do?" snapped Ron.
"I don't know," Draco admitted. "Harry?" Harry looked thoughtful and sighed.
"It's too early for this shit. I'm going back to bed."
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Normal (for me) chapter length at my once normal speed. I'm hoping to make this a regular thing. Until next time, review!
Luv ya!
J. Silver
Thank you Twilights Death, Redhawk, TanisaFyre, Silent Stalker, ClarKeRaVen, Scratches, Silverfox, and Rehanna.
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The Gryffindor dorms were cloaked in the dim grey light of dawn when Draco awoke. Detaching Harry's arm from around his waist and yanking his own completely numb arm from under his boyfriend, Draco got out of bed. He stumbled to the bathroom, undressed and screamed bloody murder.
The sound woke Harry with a start and after using his shin to locate the corner of Ron's trunk, Harry limped as quickly as possible to the bathroom. "Draco? Draco, are you okay?" He paused. "Er...not that I'm complaining, but why are you naked?" Draco turned to face Harry, mouth open in astonishment.
"It's gone!" he exclaimed. Harry's eyes ran over Draco's body.
"Define 'it' because from where I'm standing, everything appears to be in order." Draco sighed.
"Honestly, lamb, while normally I delight in your twisted little mind, now is not the time."
"You scream loud enough to wake the dead and I find you undressed talking about 'it' being gone. What the hell am I supposed to think?" The blonde shook his head.
"Look," he said, showing Harry his arm.
"I don't see anything."
"Exactly," Draco said triumphantly. Harry looked confused.
"Exactly?"
"Neville's right. You are retarded. What was on my arm yesterday?" Comprehension smacked Harry upside the head- hard.
"God, I'm stupid!"
"Course you are, darlin, but we love you anyway," drawled a voice thick with sleep and an Irish accent. Both boys turned to face the door. "What in Hades is going on here?" Seamus asked, yawning. He caught sight of Draco and grinned. "Now there's a sight I'd love to wake up to more often." Draco simply rolled his eyes.
"The Dark Mark is gone," he explained.
"Gone?" Seamus echoed. "Magical tattoos don't simply vanish, Draco love."
"What's this about magical tattoos? Oh for the love of God, Malfoy, would you put some sodding clothes on?" Ron croaked.
"No, Weasley, I always entertain in the nude. Family tradition."
"Explains how your father got to where he is," Ron replied dryly.
"You think my father's cute enough to sleep his way to the top?" Draco asked mischievously.
"Maybe 'cute' is the wrong word," Ron said.
"If he was twenty years younger and not such a sodding prick, I'd shag him," Seamus said.
"You'd shag anything," Dean said, sleepily. "Here." He threw Draco a towel muttering "exhibitionist" under his breath.
"I would not," Seamus protested.
"So would Harry," Ron grumbled.
"Hey!" cried Draco and Harry.
"You could put him and Seamus together," suggested Dean.
"I'd like to see that," Draco mused, adjusting the towel.
"Up for it Harry?" Seamus asked, jokingly.
"I'll try anything once," Harry replied.
"Want to watch, Dean?" Seamus asked.
"No thanks," Dean laughed. "You guys are all attractive as far as guys go, but that's not my thing."
"You're straight?" Ron asked, incredulously.
"Yes, I'm straight. Someone's got to create a new generation of magic folk."
"As long as it's not Weasley."
"Or Malfoy."
"I agree," Draco said.
"You what?" Ron asked.
"I agree completely," Draco repeated. "The last thing the world needs is more Malfoys. However, the world could use some more Potters."
"I disagree. The world could use some more fine arses and you, dragon boy, have one of the nicest I've ever seen," Seamus remarked.
"Overshare!" Dean crowed.
"Anyway, back to the matter at hand," Draco began, clearing his throat. "The Dark Mark has vanished from my arm."
"That's a good thing, right?" said Dean.
"It means Voldemort's dead," Harry said. Everybody winced.
"But how? Harry didn't kill him," Seamus said.
"Precisely," replied Draco.
"Well, many of the spells You-Know-Who used to postpone death were highly volatile in nature. Overtime, the spells may have simply dissolved," Ron said.
"Wow, Weasley. For a moment there you sounded semi-intelligent."
"Wanker," Ron muttered.
"You really shouldn't call yourself names, Weasley. It's not good for your self-esteem."
"Harry!"
"Draco-"
"Fine. But this could also be another scheme," Draco said.
"You-Know-Who fakes his death by erasing all the Dark Marks-" Seamus said.
"Fudge will think he's gone for good-" continued Ron.
"Leaving Voldemort completely free to scheme-" interrupted Harry.
"And recruit new Death Eaters." Draco said.
"We'll be completely blind-sided-" Dean added.
"Defenseless," said Harry grimly.
"Vulnerable," agreed Draco.
"Sitting ducks," Seamus added.
"Completely and utterly fucked," offered Ron.
Harry ran a hand through his hair. "That can't be good. So now what do we do?" he asked. Everyone looked just as clueless as he was. What do you do when you know someone is plotting mass murder as you speak?
"Fight him," Ron suggested.
"Are you a complete imbecile? We can't fight him openly. He's got powers you don't even want to hear about, let alone experience," Draco scoffed.
"Then what do you suggest we do?" snapped Ron.
"I don't know," Draco admitted. "Harry?" Harry looked thoughtful and sighed.
"It's too early for this shit. I'm going back to bed."
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Normal (for me) chapter length at my once normal speed. I'm hoping to make this a regular thing. Until next time, review!
Luv ya!
J. Silver