Disconsolated Bliss.
Speakage: '' Musicage: ~~ Notage: ** Thoughtage:// Author's Notages: Welps. I'm doing two chapters today. See how you like, ne? I've got this burning need to write this. So I'm going w/ the flow you know? It's actually quite fun. I don't know where the hell this story will lead me. But I'm content to let my imagination to take over for a while, ne? Disclaimers in the first.
Search For the Maker.
Draco woke up and sighed. /What the fuck's the point of this? Honestly. You'd think I'd wake up and realize it's stupid to live/ Looking down at his scarred wrists on otherwise perfect skin. /And that helps how? You know you're just a glutton for pain/ 'Sod off brain.' He was about to roll over when the cd player started to vibrate.
*Feeling better? It's sunny out. You should go out and walk around. It's better to clear your head. And the morning scar process? Ignore it. Hurry up and go eat or do something else. It just makes your day lousy. See you in classes. If I ever figure you out.*
Draco's smile spread. /Okay, go for a walk. It's spring./ Chucking his clothes and all but running to the showers to get dressed he dropped his books off at his first class, Potions. Eating a really quick breakfast he took a long walk all the way down to the giant's hut. Fang came out to greet him, as he always does. 'Fang, you might not want to come out here so freely. We shouldn't be seen together. The talk that would formulate.' Draco laughed at his own innuendo and Fang just wagged his tail all the more. As a final pat and lick was issued, Draco strolled away. He didn't notice the said giant standing smiling from his window.
Harry didn't want to look too obvious. He discreetly looked about the Great Hall while listening to Herm and Ron's playful banter. It has been almost a week with talking regularly with his mystery guy. /He's helped me more than he thinks. And I just had to give him advice. I'm really interested, but I'm still clueless on who this guy is. /Those two should get married soon. They'll both be too tired the next morning to do this crap./ Harry laughed at the ceaseless bickering. As if one, they both turned towards him. 'What, praytell, is so funny Harry Gryffith Potter?' /Ugh. Not with that nickname again! I wish they would stop that!!/ Showing them a disgusted face, he decided it would be appropriate to be brash. /All's fair in love and picking on your friends./ 'Well, to be perfectly honest, I was thinking that it would benefit if you both go get married soon because you'd be too tired to bicker in the morning and I'd get a moment's peace for once.' Ron sputtered up his pumpkin juice, and Hermoine smirked and laughed as she poked his nose. 'You, Harry Potter, will be the death of me.' 'Indeed I will. It's predetermined in the stars, didn't you know that?' Herm rolled her eyes. 'I'm not even going to bother to figure out what got you into this mood.' Harry shrugged helplessy. 'I'm just such a caring, supportive good guy? And I wanted to be more helpful?' After receiving two sound thwacks on the head from both Hermoine and Ron he detested in his teasing. That and the cd player was vibrating under his robes. He took it out and read the message.
*Hey Harry. You're right the walk was great. I needed that. Don't tell me you have scars either. That just makes me worried. Thanks. I'll talk to you later.*
He activated the spell behind his book propped onto the table as if to make it appear to use the learning-by-mumble method. He once again peered around to see if they were making an entrance. The Great Hall's Doors opened just to see the Slytherin Party Train come in lead by none other than the Ice Prince or Princess himself. Harry looked at him confusedly for a moment, and spoke to Squidworth or Squiddy. /I can't believe whomever is writing to me likes muggle cartoons so much. That definitely wouldn't be Malfoy now would it?/
*Hey Squiddy. I've gots a question for ya. Doesn't our Prize of Slytherin look a little pale? Even though where supposed to be mortal enemies and all. It's just that I worry sometimes. Even he deserves someone you know? He's probably all by himself. Think we should look into it? Out of my Gryffindor kindness?*
During the middle of a double Potions, the cd player went off again. Harry looked at his overly competent partner Hermoine and seeing Snape in a taken up state of putting F's gleefully on everyone's papers, he decided to take it out.
*Hey Har, How are you doing? You'd never guess what I just thought of right now. The spell said this should work so let's see.*
Harry felt nothing for a minute, but then a flash of Snape wearing a bikini and the itty bitty bikini song floating in the background as he pranced around. Harry started choking on air, and alarmed a quite many number of students until he stopped. He wiped his eyes. /Oh yeah? I'll get you for that. You're going to regret it./ Harry flicked his wand up to his temple, said the word and then tapped it to his cd player.
/In it was soft moonlight, and then as Harry turns he sees Dumbledore and Snape snogging in the hallway./ There was a loud gagging sound coming from Malfoy, but Hermoine laughed. "He sniffed that Pixie Dust a bit too hard for his own liking, methinks." Harry sat there puzzled. Then I guess he just randomly thought of Snape. Or mayhap he knew I was in the class. Hm..Guess I'm taking a trip to the library.
The rest of the day passed without so much as a peep from Squiddy. Except in Professor Binns class just before one of the biggest Slytherin pranks blasted into motion. He told me to duck. I did, and the pie suspiciously sent in my exact direction went to Ron instead. /Welp. I can't say I'm too sorry. Ron does look funny with a stained blue face. Although now I know that he definitely is in Slytherin. And he's in the know since most of Salazar's henchmen look faintly surprised. Definitely going to figure this one out.
Sitting with a book in his lap in the library, he pondered gently and grabbed his cd player.
*Squids. Are you muggle born? Or just have an obsession of everything non-magic?*
*Honestly? Or the perfectly acceptable lie?*
*I'm a Gryffindor. What do you think?*
*I'm a pureblood, yet my father has a secret interest in muggle television. He likes "Buffy" and Friends. Why?*
*No reason. Just wondering. Okay a general run down. You're definitely in Slytherin. You're in both History, Potions, and Magical Care of Creatures with me. You're a guy, judging the prank. That all?*
*Hmm.Yeaassss. But I still know much more about you. There's oh about 35 Slytherins that fit that.*
*Oh, did I mention? I read up on your spell. You have gray eyes, don't you? That narrows you down doesn't it? *
Speakage: '' Musicage: ~~ Notage: ** Thoughtage:// Author's Notages: Welps. I'm doing two chapters today. See how you like, ne? I've got this burning need to write this. So I'm going w/ the flow you know? It's actually quite fun. I don't know where the hell this story will lead me. But I'm content to let my imagination to take over for a while, ne? Disclaimers in the first.
Search For the Maker.
Draco woke up and sighed. /What the fuck's the point of this? Honestly. You'd think I'd wake up and realize it's stupid to live/ Looking down at his scarred wrists on otherwise perfect skin. /And that helps how? You know you're just a glutton for pain/ 'Sod off brain.' He was about to roll over when the cd player started to vibrate.
*Feeling better? It's sunny out. You should go out and walk around. It's better to clear your head. And the morning scar process? Ignore it. Hurry up and go eat or do something else. It just makes your day lousy. See you in classes. If I ever figure you out.*
Draco's smile spread. /Okay, go for a walk. It's spring./ Chucking his clothes and all but running to the showers to get dressed he dropped his books off at his first class, Potions. Eating a really quick breakfast he took a long walk all the way down to the giant's hut. Fang came out to greet him, as he always does. 'Fang, you might not want to come out here so freely. We shouldn't be seen together. The talk that would formulate.' Draco laughed at his own innuendo and Fang just wagged his tail all the more. As a final pat and lick was issued, Draco strolled away. He didn't notice the said giant standing smiling from his window.
Harry didn't want to look too obvious. He discreetly looked about the Great Hall while listening to Herm and Ron's playful banter. It has been almost a week with talking regularly with his mystery guy. /He's helped me more than he thinks. And I just had to give him advice. I'm really interested, but I'm still clueless on who this guy is. /Those two should get married soon. They'll both be too tired the next morning to do this crap./ Harry laughed at the ceaseless bickering. As if one, they both turned towards him. 'What, praytell, is so funny Harry Gryffith Potter?' /Ugh. Not with that nickname again! I wish they would stop that!!/ Showing them a disgusted face, he decided it would be appropriate to be brash. /All's fair in love and picking on your friends./ 'Well, to be perfectly honest, I was thinking that it would benefit if you both go get married soon because you'd be too tired to bicker in the morning and I'd get a moment's peace for once.' Ron sputtered up his pumpkin juice, and Hermoine smirked and laughed as she poked his nose. 'You, Harry Potter, will be the death of me.' 'Indeed I will. It's predetermined in the stars, didn't you know that?' Herm rolled her eyes. 'I'm not even going to bother to figure out what got you into this mood.' Harry shrugged helplessy. 'I'm just such a caring, supportive good guy? And I wanted to be more helpful?' After receiving two sound thwacks on the head from both Hermoine and Ron he detested in his teasing. That and the cd player was vibrating under his robes. He took it out and read the message.
*Hey Harry. You're right the walk was great. I needed that. Don't tell me you have scars either. That just makes me worried. Thanks. I'll talk to you later.*
He activated the spell behind his book propped onto the table as if to make it appear to use the learning-by-mumble method. He once again peered around to see if they were making an entrance. The Great Hall's Doors opened just to see the Slytherin Party Train come in lead by none other than the Ice Prince or Princess himself. Harry looked at him confusedly for a moment, and spoke to Squidworth or Squiddy. /I can't believe whomever is writing to me likes muggle cartoons so much. That definitely wouldn't be Malfoy now would it?/
*Hey Squiddy. I've gots a question for ya. Doesn't our Prize of Slytherin look a little pale? Even though where supposed to be mortal enemies and all. It's just that I worry sometimes. Even he deserves someone you know? He's probably all by himself. Think we should look into it? Out of my Gryffindor kindness?*
During the middle of a double Potions, the cd player went off again. Harry looked at his overly competent partner Hermoine and seeing Snape in a taken up state of putting F's gleefully on everyone's papers, he decided to take it out.
*Hey Har, How are you doing? You'd never guess what I just thought of right now. The spell said this should work so let's see.*
Harry felt nothing for a minute, but then a flash of Snape wearing a bikini and the itty bitty bikini song floating in the background as he pranced around. Harry started choking on air, and alarmed a quite many number of students until he stopped. He wiped his eyes. /Oh yeah? I'll get you for that. You're going to regret it./ Harry flicked his wand up to his temple, said the word and then tapped it to his cd player.
/In it was soft moonlight, and then as Harry turns he sees Dumbledore and Snape snogging in the hallway./ There was a loud gagging sound coming from Malfoy, but Hermoine laughed. "He sniffed that Pixie Dust a bit too hard for his own liking, methinks." Harry sat there puzzled. Then I guess he just randomly thought of Snape. Or mayhap he knew I was in the class. Hm..Guess I'm taking a trip to the library.
The rest of the day passed without so much as a peep from Squiddy. Except in Professor Binns class just before one of the biggest Slytherin pranks blasted into motion. He told me to duck. I did, and the pie suspiciously sent in my exact direction went to Ron instead. /Welp. I can't say I'm too sorry. Ron does look funny with a stained blue face. Although now I know that he definitely is in Slytherin. And he's in the know since most of Salazar's henchmen look faintly surprised. Definitely going to figure this one out.
Sitting with a book in his lap in the library, he pondered gently and grabbed his cd player.
*Squids. Are you muggle born? Or just have an obsession of everything non-magic?*
*Honestly? Or the perfectly acceptable lie?*
*I'm a Gryffindor. What do you think?*
*I'm a pureblood, yet my father has a secret interest in muggle television. He likes "Buffy" and Friends. Why?*
*No reason. Just wondering. Okay a general run down. You're definitely in Slytherin. You're in both History, Potions, and Magical Care of Creatures with me. You're a guy, judging the prank. That all?*
*Hmm.Yeaassss. But I still know much more about you. There's oh about 35 Slytherins that fit that.*
*Oh, did I mention? I read up on your spell. You have gray eyes, don't you? That narrows you down doesn't it? *