Dedication: McKenzie for being such a loyal reader, currently my new
little sister (not blood and not adopted), and for sending me the sign for
the day of silence in protest for gays, lesbians, bisexuals, and
transsexuals.
Thankies for all the reviews I got the last chapter! Love ya. Now, without any further delays, here's chapter 4.
Chapter 4
Tom Riddle did /not/ just walk by his classroom. He couldn't have. The man was in jail for fuck's sake! Desperate to get his mind off that matter, he whispered a little white lie to Draco, "How do you know which side I swing anyway? I could be straight for all you know.
Okay. So, I lied. It was a big lie. He was as gay as Elton John. The guy found out the summer after 6th grade when he couldn't stop checking a couple of the guys across the street. He was as straight as hell in sixth grade, but after Cho Chang at the end of the school year, he was put off by all girls. He was way too clingy and wouldn't stop trying to get in his pants. How revolting! Dirty slut. That was when they were only twelve too!
"Judging by the way you blush at comments and when you're around me, even a blind man could tell that you're gay." No point in arguing there. Besides, this Malfoy guy was hot with hiss 6'1" frame, chiseled figure, gray/blue eyes, high cheekbones, and luscious lips.
"Why do you want me anyway? I'm nothing special. You could have any girl or guy that you wanted," Harry questioned the intention of the blonde. He tilted his head trying to figure the other young man out, but those beautiful eyes wouldn't give away a single emotion like the green eyes of his own did.
Draco sighed deeply in defeat. "You want to know why? It's because you're probably the only person in this school that doesn't know who I am, or how much money I have, or what family I come from. Even if you did know who I was, you don't seem like the kind of person who would actually care. As for my second reason, go in the mirror and look at yourself one of these days. You're sizzling hot."
It was pretty much true. He honestly didn't know who this Malfoy charact4er was. Harry really wouldn't give a fuck either. It's the personality that makes a man, not money, not looks, not status, personality. It'd be too damn shallow to for belief to believe otherwise. And shallow he was not. Cedric Diggory had been shallow though. But that didn't matter. Diggory was dead now because of Tom Riddle.
At the thought of Riddle, Harry's eyes went cold. Ice cold. Fucking Tom Riddle. He'd killed Diggory to hurt him, to break his heart, to break him down, to literally break him. Unfortunately, the madness in Harry's eyes did not go unnoticed. Draco was surprised immensely and asked curiously, "You alright?"
The younger man put his head down flat on the table. "Perfectly fine," came a muffled voice. The blonde didn't believe him. Sure, he was blonde, but he wasn't just another idiot that fucked or got fucked and then thrown away like he was of insignificance. "Come on, Harry, you can tell me." Harry just looked out the window. Shit. Tom Riddle just walked by again.
Class ended. Hermione and Ron, as well as Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas, and Cho Chang were waiting outside the door for him. The last three had rather dreamy looks on their face. Especially Cho. Harry almost gagged at the sight of Chang.
"Oh Harry! I missed you so much! I thought you had left me for good!" She threw her arms around his heck and squealed in delight at his scent. Cho tried to kiss him, but he turned his head and mouthed "HELP MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" to Draco, who had conveniently walked by them.
"He /did/ leave you for good, you dirty slut. Harry's gay," Draco sneered. Chang looked at her ex-boyfriend disbelievingly. Hermione, Ron, Seamus, and dead saw the ever-popular Draco Malfoy in a new light. Instead of being the arrogant, snobbish asshole, he was the guy who'd become Harry's new potential boyfriend.
Harry finally replied, "It's true. Now let go of me before I throw up at the sight of you." He smiled brightly at Dray, who almost melted into a puddle at the sign of gratitude. She let go immediately, glared at the junior and took off in absolute fury.
Ron fainted. Hermione smiled for her dream to have a gay best friend had come true. Seamus practically swooned over the gorgeous boy. Dean made the first move and asked bluntly, "Can I eat you?"
Draco scowled and attempted to lead Harry to his next class. He blushed when he didn't know what the next class was, but still, determinedly led on towards the art classroom, since that was his own next class. Harry smirked. He couldn't help but wonder what Draco was thinking with that look of utter confusion on his face.
"Umm Draco?" Harry began ever-so innocently, "I know you mean well in trying to help me to my next class, but where exactly are you leading me to?" For the second time in two minutes, Draco blushed again.
"The art classroom." They stopped at room 103.
"You're lucky `cause that's my next class." Once the two settled into the classroom, the raven-haired young man looked out the window to confirm his suspicions. HOLY SHiT. Tom Riddle was standing out the window with a huge sign that read, "I'm keeping my promise, Harry Potter. I will get you if that's the last thing I do."
To be continued...
Coming up next:
A gun in Draco's mouth
A kiss
A peeping tom
And shamelessly drooling
Thanks for reading this! Thanks for reviewing! Now, if you wish for me to continue, click on that little lavender box at the corner of the screen that says Go! ::smiles:: Love y'all.
-- driven to insanity
Thankies for all the reviews I got the last chapter! Love ya. Now, without any further delays, here's chapter 4.
Chapter 4
Tom Riddle did /not/ just walk by his classroom. He couldn't have. The man was in jail for fuck's sake! Desperate to get his mind off that matter, he whispered a little white lie to Draco, "How do you know which side I swing anyway? I could be straight for all you know.
Okay. So, I lied. It was a big lie. He was as gay as Elton John. The guy found out the summer after 6th grade when he couldn't stop checking a couple of the guys across the street. He was as straight as hell in sixth grade, but after Cho Chang at the end of the school year, he was put off by all girls. He was way too clingy and wouldn't stop trying to get in his pants. How revolting! Dirty slut. That was when they were only twelve too!
"Judging by the way you blush at comments and when you're around me, even a blind man could tell that you're gay." No point in arguing there. Besides, this Malfoy guy was hot with hiss 6'1" frame, chiseled figure, gray/blue eyes, high cheekbones, and luscious lips.
"Why do you want me anyway? I'm nothing special. You could have any girl or guy that you wanted," Harry questioned the intention of the blonde. He tilted his head trying to figure the other young man out, but those beautiful eyes wouldn't give away a single emotion like the green eyes of his own did.
Draco sighed deeply in defeat. "You want to know why? It's because you're probably the only person in this school that doesn't know who I am, or how much money I have, or what family I come from. Even if you did know who I was, you don't seem like the kind of person who would actually care. As for my second reason, go in the mirror and look at yourself one of these days. You're sizzling hot."
It was pretty much true. He honestly didn't know who this Malfoy charact4er was. Harry really wouldn't give a fuck either. It's the personality that makes a man, not money, not looks, not status, personality. It'd be too damn shallow to for belief to believe otherwise. And shallow he was not. Cedric Diggory had been shallow though. But that didn't matter. Diggory was dead now because of Tom Riddle.
At the thought of Riddle, Harry's eyes went cold. Ice cold. Fucking Tom Riddle. He'd killed Diggory to hurt him, to break his heart, to break him down, to literally break him. Unfortunately, the madness in Harry's eyes did not go unnoticed. Draco was surprised immensely and asked curiously, "You alright?"
The younger man put his head down flat on the table. "Perfectly fine," came a muffled voice. The blonde didn't believe him. Sure, he was blonde, but he wasn't just another idiot that fucked or got fucked and then thrown away like he was of insignificance. "Come on, Harry, you can tell me." Harry just looked out the window. Shit. Tom Riddle just walked by again.
Class ended. Hermione and Ron, as well as Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas, and Cho Chang were waiting outside the door for him. The last three had rather dreamy looks on their face. Especially Cho. Harry almost gagged at the sight of Chang.
"Oh Harry! I missed you so much! I thought you had left me for good!" She threw her arms around his heck and squealed in delight at his scent. Cho tried to kiss him, but he turned his head and mouthed "HELP MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" to Draco, who had conveniently walked by them.
"He /did/ leave you for good, you dirty slut. Harry's gay," Draco sneered. Chang looked at her ex-boyfriend disbelievingly. Hermione, Ron, Seamus, and dead saw the ever-popular Draco Malfoy in a new light. Instead of being the arrogant, snobbish asshole, he was the guy who'd become Harry's new potential boyfriend.
Harry finally replied, "It's true. Now let go of me before I throw up at the sight of you." He smiled brightly at Dray, who almost melted into a puddle at the sign of gratitude. She let go immediately, glared at the junior and took off in absolute fury.
Ron fainted. Hermione smiled for her dream to have a gay best friend had come true. Seamus practically swooned over the gorgeous boy. Dean made the first move and asked bluntly, "Can I eat you?"
Draco scowled and attempted to lead Harry to his next class. He blushed when he didn't know what the next class was, but still, determinedly led on towards the art classroom, since that was his own next class. Harry smirked. He couldn't help but wonder what Draco was thinking with that look of utter confusion on his face.
"Umm Draco?" Harry began ever-so innocently, "I know you mean well in trying to help me to my next class, but where exactly are you leading me to?" For the second time in two minutes, Draco blushed again.
"The art classroom." They stopped at room 103.
"You're lucky `cause that's my next class." Once the two settled into the classroom, the raven-haired young man looked out the window to confirm his suspicions. HOLY SHiT. Tom Riddle was standing out the window with a huge sign that read, "I'm keeping my promise, Harry Potter. I will get you if that's the last thing I do."
To be continued...
Coming up next:
A gun in Draco's mouth
A kiss
A peeping tom
And shamelessly drooling
Thanks for reading this! Thanks for reviewing! Now, if you wish for me to continue, click on that little lavender box at the corner of the screen that says Go! ::smiles:: Love y'all.
-- driven to insanity