Warning: Ok, here's the plan: this is gonna be SLASH, meaning boyxboy sex and the likes, it's rated R for a very obvious reason (to those unaware of that reason, let me shout it out t'y'all: THIS HAS HOT BOY SEX!!!), and the characters might be a lil' OOC. I guess that's about it.....
Disclaimer: Yes, I own Harry Potter and all the characters, ideas and places and I have blonde hair and kids and am the most amazing author ever and live in the UK..... that's just a beautiful fantasy of mine.... So the real thing is, I do not have anything to do with HP, and all I do is read the books as well as own them and some posters so you can't sue me! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!................
A/W/T/W/R(Authoress's Weird Time-Wasting Ramblings) : Hello pplz!! Nice to see y'al! This is actually my second ficcie, but if you go to the bio page thingy you'll see it as the first one. This complication is due to the fact that I forgot the password of my earlier account (where I called myself Nilu, cuz well, that's my name), so I couldn't enter the damn thingy. And to all those who've been reading my first ficcie (Love doesn't always have to hurt), sorry but me no continue that story, cuz well, it sux. Dhere mite b gramer and spelin mistackes, and so Im apologysin fo thatt know. (heeeheeee. LOL!) Well, I'm back with a brand new idea!! It's gonna be a long one. I already have the sequel outlined as well. Usually, I don't really have a plot; just ramble on whenever something comes to mind. This came to my perverted brain while I was trying but failing to study for my finals....heh. But no worries, I got really good marks. I mean 16.something out of 20 for my average in Chemistry is way beyond amazing. I'm really bad at moles and calculations and the likes.... so it's a miracle I got that much.... My dad was happy about my marks, but my mom was like really pissing me off. I mean, seriously, doesn't she understand? I studied for all my subjects from 10:00 to 12:30 the night before, and with marks like that, she should DIE OF HAPPINESS!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHH!! Frustration blows her mind all the way from Dubai to ...... somewhere way beyond the scope of human understanding.... Anyways, you guys should be happy that I sacrificed my time of studying before the exams (if you can actually call it 'studying') to plan this story. I'm pretty proud of the plot. Now all I have to do is write it out in a....... 'nice' way, and update for y'all to enjoy!!!!(?) Anyways, I'm gonna end this A/W/T/W/R and let you enjoy(once again:?) this wonderful, amazing, brilliant, unbelievable, incredible, outsta- "Stop exaggerating, bitch!!", Draco shouts from the bed where he's tied to with Harry. Draco somehow gets out of the leather ties binding him and throws stuffed teddy without a head; hits her head and passes out; ambulance comes making way too much noise, and takes her to see the damage done to her brain by the fateful 'Throwing of the Teddy', only to find her brain missing; carted off to St Mungos loony ward No seriously, I need to be sent to a loony ward, or better yet, cooked in soup and fed to red impish vampire mutant banshee cat dog mouse bird zombish alien green headed apple rabbits......... heh, ignore me......... Looks around frantically with wide eyes and runs off into the middle of stage (thinking its a secluded corner), clutching her teddy without a head and muttering something about angry baby shower heads..........
'...er...' > Draco's thoughts; '...er...' >Harry's thoughts; ...er... > Harry's annoying lil' inner voice.
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Chapter 1: Where, oh where's my Potions book?
Draco Malfoy was bored. It wasn't like he ever wasn't. The lessons bored him, his friends bored him, the professors bored him, the giant squid bored him, the sky bored him, even the castle that everyone else seemed to find way beyond fascinating bored him, and everything bored him. The only thing that didn't bore him was fighting with Potter. It was fun pissing him off; Potter had a really fiery temper. Somehow, for whatever reason, he found some insane pleasure in seeing those stupid emerald eyes of his rival light up in burning flames. He loved to see Potter go red and then try to drag Weasel away while explaining why it wasn't worth fighting 'the ferret'. And right now, he wasn't baiting Potter; hence the boredom.
He decided he might as well wonder the corridors, for he might be lucky enough to bump into Potter..... not literally though, cause that would be unlucky, as he wouldn't be too happy to touch the Golden Boy...... Okay, that sounded wrong.
Anyways....
He was almost at the hump-backed witch statue, when he saw a Potions book lying on the stone flagged floor. He hesitated in touching it - for who knows, it might be contaminated with Mudblood essence. Finally, he decided to kick it open, and reminded himself to wash his shoes later if it was a Mudblood's, Gryffindor's, Ravenclaw's or Hufflepuff's book...... oh, and also include Crabbe, Goyle and Bulstrode in there. Once he had kicked it open, he found the book to be none other than the Great Harry J Fucking Potter's. He stopped. Should he pick it up? Was Potter's essence better than a Mudblood's? In the end, his curiosity finally won and he bent down to pick it up.
It was worn out and torn, though it was still only the third week of sixth year. Potter really doesn't know how to take care of things. Draco wrinkled his nose in distate at the book's condition and flipped through the pages. There were scribblings of some random thoughts and also just some scribblings. Potter even had the time to listen to one or two words in all of Snape's daily thirty minute lecture and scratch it down in random places before zoning out again. Is Potter serious about being an Auror? Draco came across a crude but still accurate drawing of Snape being blasted several feet by a very angry Skrewt. Draco just had to laugh at that. There was nothing interesting in there though, and he was just about to put it back on the ground when another sketch caught his eye. It showed a stick man which was meant to represent Draco, as the arrow pointing to it declared, being gobbled up by a blobby thing with tentacles in a lake, that represented the giant squid.
Draco scowled, then huffed, then snapped the book shut and shoved it within his cloak. He was going to teach Potter a lesson. Maybe till then he could taunt Potter with the book, but he wondered whether Potter would be all that worried that his Potions book, of all books, was with his enemy. Oh well, worth a try....
-x.x.x.X.x.x.x-"Argh! I can't find my Potions text. Must've left it in the dorm", one Harry Potter complained to his friends, Ronald Weasely and Hermione Granger, as they made their way to the Potions class one fine Wednesday morning.
"Harry!", Hermione whined disapprovingly; her best friend always forgot something every day.
"Maybe you should go and check if its in the dorm, Harry.", the very intelligent Ron said as Snape opened the door to let the hoard of Sixth Year Gryffindors and Slytherins in.
"I can't go now."
"Why not?", asked a very confused Ron.
"There's no time, Ron.", Hermione answerd, rolling her eyes.
"...Oh....", was the clever answer that escaped the Wise One's lips to that obvious fact. Harry just shook his head in amusement, and sat down between Ron and Hermione.
-x.x.x.X.x.x.x-As Draco entered the Potions class, he saw that Potter was already seated.
'Damn. Oh well, maybe I could insult him outside Transfigurations...', thought Draco ruefully.
Draco took his seat with Pansy and Blaise, while the two blubbering gorillas, also known as Crabbe and Goyle, squeezed themselves into the chairs behind him.
The lesson started with Snape taking points from Gryffindor for some reason and giving detention to Potter for not having his Potions text. Draco smirked smugly while the green flames burned in Potter's eyes as he glared at Snape.
Potter began scribbling away at his parchement as he didn't have his book. Draco wondered how Potter managed to pass OWL Potions - probably some doing or another by that old lemon drop eater.
Potions drew to an end quite smoothly in Draco's opinion, Longbottom having only blown up one cauldron, - wonder how that forgetful squib passed his OWLs as well? Guess miracles do happen - and Snape taking away fifty points from Gryffindor and awarding ten to Slytherin. Draco had to agree that Snape was unfair, but oh he wasn't complaining.
-x.x.x.X.x.x.x-Harry and Co. made it in time for Care of Magical Creatures. They were studying something going by the name of Dunkidums. The name reminded Harry vividly of Dinky Diddydums. The creatures were more or less like big silk balls that bounced. They had soft, almost silver, silky fur and silver eyes. They looked almost like genetically engineered Unicorns, and they reminded Harry of the blond Slytherin prick aka Draco Malfoy.... Gods, why did everything he see, do, or hear always remind him of that bloody pureblood arsehole?!
Maybe because you're totally infatuated with the 'bloody pureblood arsehole'?, his inner voice suggested innocently.
'It's not an infatuation! I merely think that he's..... good looking, is all!', Harry protested defensively.
Riiiiight. That's why you write his name on every single book you have and then scribble on it
'Eh. Whatever. Shut up.'
-His inner voice smirked smugly-
And so that lesson went off as usual as well.
-x.x.x.X.x.x.x-'Where's that bloody Potter?', Draco thought, annoyed. 'Ah, there he is. Finally!'
"Oh, look who it is!", Draco drawled in mock surprise and admiration.
"Shut up, Malfoy. I'm not in the mood.", Harry replied crossly.
"Oh, so you're not in the mood. Pray tell me why I should shut up."
"I said shut up, you bloody ferret!", Harry spat, his temper rising.
"Ah ah ah.", Draco tutted. "You don't want to get your temper up. Specially since I have something of yours and I might reconsider giving it back." As Draco said this, he pulled Harry's Potions text out of his book bag and held it out in front of him.
Draco noticed Harry pale visibly and his eyes widen. This was not at all the reaction that he had been expecting. He had expected for Potter to laugh and ask what the fuck he gave about Draco having his Potions book.
'Curious'
"How- how do you know its mine?", Potter stammered.
Draco stared incredulously at Potter, then rolled his eyes. 'I thought that the bloody Gryffindor couldn't get any stupider, but clearly I was wrong.' Draco sighed dramatically and started his explanation in a pained and long-suffering voice.
"It was really hard for me, but when I picked it up when I saw it and turned to the front page, guess what I found; your name!!", Draco ended in mock excitement while flipping the book open to said page. The Slytherins snickered evilly at Draco's remark and cheered Draco.
Harry seemed to be choking on his own saliva and paled even more, if that was possible.
"Uh- uhm- er.... I'll- I'll have it back now!", Harry stammered desperately, reaching out both hands wildly and almost running to be in front of Draco. He made to grab for the book, but Draco pulled his hand back and stared at Harry suspiciously.
"Why so desperate, Potter?", Draco inquired sceptically.
"Oh- huh- what?.... I- I'm not desperate!", Harry managed to squeak outstandingly, sounding more than just desperate.
"Yeah....", Draco said slowly, tilting away from Harry as if afraid he'll catch a disease, and gave him a strange look. "Know what? I think I'm gonna keep this. I kinda lost mine, so I think I'll use your book.", Draco said as if talking to a long lost mentally disturbed friend.
"No! You can't!", Harry blurted out shrilly, "I- I need it! I-", and was cut off by his best friend.
"Give him back his book, Malfoy!", -Batman music- Ron to the rescue!
"Don't poke your over-large nose where it doesn't belong, Weasel.", Malfoy sneered.
Harry was close enough to Malfoy to throw a good punch to his pointy face, but his mind was whirling with panic, and his eyes were burning a hole through the book in Malfoy's hands. He looked like he'd seen a ghost, the Muggles would say.
Before either Ron or Hermione could do or say anything else, however, Professor McGonagall appeared and they were all shoved into the classroom before her.
The class went on quite naturally (again), except for the fact that Harry couldn't get the bull frog to shut up, even though they were doing revision work today; though in Draco's opinion, Harry wouldn't have been able to do the assigned task even if he wasn't rendered completely mentally deranged at the sight of his Potions book in the hands of his enemy.
Draco thought back to their conversation outside the class. He wondered why Potter was so desperate to have his book back. Maybe there was something in there that Potter didn't want him to see (Well obviously!). Now that his curiosity has been disturbed from its peaceful slumber, he just had to know what it was that was bugging Potter so much. He decided to start his search as soon as classes let out and he reached his own private room.... Maybe Potter had a crush on Snape.....? .... Ew.
"Draccie, what are you thinking about?", Pansy asked from his left.
"Draco, and nothing.", was his short reply. Pansy knew not to push it, so she just pouted and turned back to the magasin hidden behind her Transfiguration text.
"Hey Draco, what d'you think 'bout Potter's behaviour today?", Blaise posed his question next, while Pansy's head snapped up and stared intently at Draco. Draco hesitated a moment before deciding to tell what he thought was up.
"I'm not sure, though I think that there is something in that book that he doesn't want me to see.", he started slowly. "I can't guess what though. I'm gonna try find out tonight."
"That's what I thought too.", Blaise said, nodding thoughtfully. "Want any help with finding Potter's little secret?", he asked as an afterthought, now with an evil glint in his eye. Draco just shrugged, and so it was decided that Blaise and Pansy help Draco find whatever it was that Potter was hiding...
-x.x.x.X.x.x.x-"Harry? You okay mate? You look pretty pale.", came the concerned voice of his best friend, Ronald Weasely.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine....", Harry said unconvincingly and distractedly, snapping out of his daze. Ron and Hermione looked at each other, puzzled, as Harry went back to staring at his food. The former two just turned their gazes back to Harry with concerned looks, then continued eating their dinner.
x.xMalfoy had his book. Amazing. Why, oh why did it have to be his Potions book? If Malfoy ever found out what he didn't want him to, he'll die.... like a very painful death involving humiliation, hurt, anger, fear, etc.... Oh, Gods! -sigh- Malfoy will tell everyone about it. They'll all laugh at him. His house mates will turn on him. His friends will hate him. The Slytherins will be gleeful at the suffering he'll be going through. The teachers will be disgusted. Dumbledore will be dissapointed. Snape will burst into a million little pieces with suppressed disgust (which is a good thing so long as the castle doesn't get flooded with greasy stuff). Remus would die from a heart attack. Voldie would have the perfect opportunity to kill him when he's running away to hide in a dark corner.... Why did it have to happen to him?
Maybe if you paid a little more attention in class and stopped scribbling his name all over your books, you wouldn't give a fuck that Malfoy has your Potions text, now would you?, said that evil little voice inside his head.
'Shut up', snapped Harry.
Imagine what would happen if anyone saw inside that little secret compartement thing in your trunk, the voice continued mercilessly, paying little or no attention to Harry's last reply. Harry blanched at the mere thought of what would happen if anyone saw inside that afore mentioned compartement.
What exactly do you have in there? Newspaper cut-outs of him, that eagle feather quill he threw away, his last year Charms text, the black silk boxers with his initials that you stole from the laundry room, the Slytherin scarf he left behind on the Quidditch stands, his broken watch,..... is that it?, that voice asked evilly.
'I wish you would just shut up.', said a blushing Harry grumpily.
No, you wish that you shared a dorm with Draco so that you could see his beautiful milky white skin everyday, evil laughter is heard...... as well as someone calling his name....
"Harry!", Ron said for -what in his mind was- the millionth time, before Harry finally and suddenly snapped out of it and shook his head sharply.
"Huh?", was his eloquent reply.
"We've been calling you for like three minutes! What were you thinking so much about?", Hermione demanded, slightly miffed.
"Oh. I was just thinking....", Harry dismissed with a wave of his hand.
"Well, what we've been trying to tell you, is that the Great Hall is emptying and we should be going now."
"Oh. Okay.", Harry said and stood up with the rest of his Golden Trio.
Harry climbed onto his four poster with a long-suffering sigh. He closed his eyes and pictured his Potions book in the hands of the enemy he had a crush on.
HAH! You admitted you have a crush on him!, The Voice yellled triumphantly, jumping up and down in joy.
"Shut up!", snapped Harry, blushing.
"Huh - wah?", Ron asked, looking lost as he heard Harry's comment.
"Huh? Oh - nothing!", Harry blurted out, blushing even more.
"Okay.", said Ron, shrugging. "Well, g'night Harry."
"Night.", replied Harry. Harry closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, his dreams plagued with Potions books dancing just out of his reach.
-x.x.x.X.x.x.x-At dinner, Draco Malfoy's mind was occupied with the secret Potter was hiding. He was just dying to know what was in that book that could be so damaging to Potter's dignity as to drive him to desperation. Anything that made Potter hide away in a dark corner and never come out was good for a Malfoy......, and all other Slytherins for that matter.
Draco was so bored that he had a stupid daydream -- which is so very unbecoming of a Malfoy -- about Potter and his stupid secret. He imagined that Potter and Snape were secret lovers and that he found out about them and told everyone. So Snape and Potter ran away to Antarctica, where Snape melted - through some kind of miracle - and turned into a puddle of grease. Potter was so heart-broken that he jumped into the grease puddle and suffocated to death.....
Snapping out of his daydream, Draco got up from the Slytherin table in the Great Hall and sauntered out the double doors, with Blaise and Pansy in tow. Both of the latter were practically bursting with excitement and glee at the prospect of uncovering Potter's deadly secret. Malfoy was even more enthusiastic than the other two, but he masked that fact very well; afterall, he wasn't a Malfoy for no reason.
They arrived at the Slytherin Common Room in the dungeons, and Draco spoke the password, 'Pureblood Snakes', to the blank brick wall. The three of them made their way up the stairs to a higher level of the dungeons and crowded into Draco's private room. Draco rummaged in his bag and produced Harry's Potions book with an unnecessary flourish and a mock 'voila!'. He then sat on his bed Indian style with the other two making themselves comfortable on the floor on either side of him at his feet. The owner of the lavishly decorated room deposited the book on his lap and looked at his friends.......
(To Be Continued)
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A/N: ....Well? Wat d'you think so far? Is it worth continuing? (I sure hope so, cuz I spent a lot of time for this long chappie, and also it's my fav ficcie that I've written I still haven't posted the other ficcies yet, cuz I'm concentrating on this one.) Anyways, the next chappie will take a time to come out cuz I'm pretty busy and don't have time to type...heh. Have you noticed that I've calmed down and am not shouting stupid stuff anymore? Maybe I should start shouting..... MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hehehehehe!! LOLOLOL!! .......Anyways, since I'm currently in Dubai, we have thursdays and fridays as weekends, but I have to go to school on Thursdays to take O/L Maths in grade 10. I have to go this thursday as well; just 2 day before Christmas, but I don't celebrate Christmas, so I suppose it's okay for me, but what about the others? Poor them.... Oh well, life sux, they've gotta accept it someday or the other. Heh. Right now I'm listening to 'All My Life' by someone, and it's boring... I LOVE 'Welcome To My Life' by Simple Plan. I'm thinking of putting this song on one of my to-come fics.... Oh and I also like 'Just Loose It' by Eminem. It's soooo funny!! You obviously don't really want to know all this, but it's just my way of telling these things to someone instead of keeping stuff to myself. See, no one really knows I like slash or anything assosiated with that. My parents think that I'm an Angel, and my brother doesn't know I'm perverted. Heh. But of course if you don't want to listen to my stupid rambling just say so...Lol! ;) Well, anyways, review and tell me what you think, 'k?
PS: I'm now 14!! (on 4th Dec.) YAY! But my parents still think I'm too small to go anywhere alone with my friends...... stupid them..... -pouty- ....meanie.
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