Just to make absolutely sure you all understand this (sorry if you find this insulting to your intellect, but it had to be said because some people don't seem to get it!)
MY STORY IS OOC!
Just in case you didn't get it the first couple of times, you know?
Now to get on with the actual responses to the reviews.
Power Punk – Okay, you keep going the way you have been and I am gonna get nasty. I know enough swears and insult to make a sailor cringe! First off, I have read the first three book probably 6 or 8 times a piece, the four one 3 time, the fifth2 times, and the newest one once so far. I find everything you wrote in you review HIGHLY offensive! Ron is hardly in this because he annoys me. Second, Hermione's character is not a whore! She simply likes both Harry and Draco. Did you even read this? I seriously doubt it! Third, IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE FIC, DON'T READ IT! And excuse me, but you haven't even written a Fic, so I would say…What do you know about writing In Character people, anyway? I think it's shameful and rude that you would even write something as insulting and odious as you did. You don't know what would shame J.K.Rowling, because Guess what? You aren't she, are you? NO, I thought not! I appreciate constructive critics and even some flames are welcome, but if you review like you did again, I will report you!
Wow, I feel so loved by all you guys, except certain people whom I won't name who should have stopped reading if they didn't like the story. No, really I do. I got more reviews for these last chapters then ever! I feel special. LOL…
nandhp – I don't get what that means. Huh?
dracomalfoyus – Wait…Why torture Harry? With Fluffy Pink Teddy Bears? I agree about Ron, tho. To some extent. LOL Also, Harry gets Avada Kedavra'd when he is one years old. That's how he got the scar! Remember?
SlytherinBeauty and DarkKnight – LOL. I have a question. You want me to write you a little PDA type one-shot? Gimme tow characters (or three lol) and two objects and/or places and I'll write you one. Just not Hagrid, Snape, Dumbledore, or Voldemort/Tom Riddle. KK? E-mail me or leave it as a review. My e-mail I belive you can get from the homepage link in my profile. Lol. Hope you two like this chapter.
DragonsLady - Thanks, I'm flattered. And it say sMg because it's like intials on and expensive handkerchief. firstname LASTNAME middlename. Does that make sence? I am really bad at explaining thing usually. LOL. Keep reviewing!
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Now for the chappie you've all been waiting for…
Last Chapter…
"Harry," Hermione said in a quiet, anxious voice. "Be careful!"
He smiled, nodded, and opened the book. Stopping at the right page, he read for a moment. Then, quietly, he chanted, "Sssihashsieth Elssseithfasha Shelshaahasss!"
"Harry? What did you—" Ron began, but Draco cut him off.
"Oh God, he's speaking Parseltongue! Please Merlin, don't let there be snakes involved in this! Please! Oh please! Oh please!" Draco pulled his knees up to his chest and began to rock back and forth. Hermione got up and went to put her arm around his shoulders, trying to comfort him.
""Sssihashsieth Elssseithfasha Shelshaahasss!" Harry called louder then before. In an instant, the room began to fill with an eerily greenish smoke. A wind blew up to whirl the wind around Harry's body. Dropping the book, he threw his hand over his head, as if calling to the heavens. ""Sssihashsieth Elssseithfasha Shelshaahasss!"
Then he disappeared.
Chapter 29 – Phobias, Anger, and Mismatched-Robes
Hermione screamed loudly and Ron froze. Harry was gone. The only thing left in his place was a dense fog that seemed to lie thickly on the ground, obscuring any vision they had of what lay beneath. Draco stopped rocking and stared at the fog. He shivered violently.
"What is it, Draco? What's wrong?" Hermione asked gently.
"S-s-s" He stuttered and pointed, eyes wide with horror. "S-s-s" He tried again. He jerked his head away from the sight before him and buried his face in Hermione's robes, trying to block it out. He was shivering continually now, and started rocking again.
"Dear God!" Hermione breathed. "Ron," she said in a low voice. "Go look at…it?"
Ron stood and went to the spot where Draco had pointed. He stooped to examine the thing in question.
A large black snake, with green markings, was lying on the rug, coiled tightly. It raised its head to look at Ron and opened its mouth as if to grin. The redhead's jaw dropped.
"H-Harry?" He asked quietly. The snake bobbed its head. "Sweet Merlin…Harry, could you please change back now? I think you're going to give Draco a seizure or something if you don't."
There was a small pop and another cloud of smoke appeared. When it cleared, Harry stood where the snake had lain. "Draco?" He asked cautiously.
The boy froze. He turned slowly to look up at Hermione, who smiled gently. "No more s-s-snake?" He asked in a childlike voice.
"No, no more snake."
He turned to Harry and, after a moment, seemed to come back to himself. He rose from the chair and stalked over to the raven-haired boy. "If you ever do that again, I will personally tie you up and mail you to the Dark Lord, you understand?" He said in a dangerously quiet voice, his eyes flashing. Harry didn't even flinch. "You know I'm an Ophidiophobic and you still went ahead and choose a SNAKE AS YOUR SECOND FORM!"
Harry looked straight into Draco's angry, stormy grey eyes and said calmly. "I'm sorry. I didn't choose the form. I didn't even know I was speaking Parseltongue until you told Ron I was."
Draco relaxed slightly and visibly calmed down. "I should still kick your arse!"
Harry smiled. "Like you could!"
Hermione cleared her throat. Everyone looked at her. "Um…" She said, uncertainly. "Harry…Uh." She looked him over pointedly and He looked down. He flushed slightly and grinned at her.
He stood in nothing but a pair of red silk boxer. His tanned chest looking deliciously muscled and alluringly firm as the firelight flickered over his skin. His raven hair was messier then usual, thanks to the transformation and his glasses were askew. He had the just-been-fucked look that made Hermione drool (and Draco too, though he wouldn't admit it. Malfoys don't drool...You just keep telling yourself that, Hun!). He raised an arm to nervously scratch the back of his neck. "Heh" He muttered, biting his lip.
Draco smirked. "Aw…Is wittle Hawwy shy?" He walked up to stand behind the raven-haired teen. He looked at him side-ways and his breath ghosted over the tanned skin of Harry's shoulder. "Are you ashamed of something, Harry?" He murmured.
Harry blinked.
"He most definitely isn't ashamed of anything! Or, if he is, he most certainly shouldn't be!" Hermione stated firmly glared at the blonde boy.
Harry, who had yet to blush at anything anyone said, went pink. Draco's smirk widened. "We'll see." He chuckled at the appalled look on Ron's face.
Harry cleared his throat, nervously. "Uh, guys? I'm kinda standing here in my boxers, just so you know (Draco snorted, "We noticed.")…Uh, Hermione, a little help?"
"Oh!" She squeaked. "Sorry, Harry!" She quickly muttered the spell that turned the nearest object into a pair of regulation trousers. The object happened to be Draco's robes, which he had discarded upon entering the room.
"Hey!" he exclaimed. "Those are my robes! I need those."
"I think Harry needs trousers more then you need those robes at the moment." Ron stated, with a raised eyebrow.
Draco smirked again, knowing what Ron's reaction to his words would be. "I dunno. I kinda like him without trousers."
Ron fake-gagged to show his disgust, but laughed.
"I'm in need a shirt, too!" Harry cried, bringing everyone's attention back to the half-naked boy.
"Um…" Hermione looked around and spotted two logs and a green silk pillow as the only transfigurable objects in the room. Again, she muttered the spell. Another pair of trousers appeared as well as a shirt and a set of school robes. The robes, however, were Slytherin robes. "Sorry, Harry. The pillow was green and, unless you wanted green pants or a green silk shirt as a uniform, Slytherin robes are the best your gonna get."
"S'okay." He muttered, changing into the clothes as she restored Draco's robes and he put them on.
Draco looked Harry over, once he was fully dressed and sporting the Slytherin attire. "I must say. It's eerie how well those robes suit you! You really should have been in Slytherin. Especially, with the way you act sometimes."
"I almost was and if it hadn't been for Hagrid and Ron here I probably would have been. And I might have been your friend from the beginning, although I don't think you would have liked me much after a bit. Considering I probably would have taken your place as Slytherin Prince."
Ron stared at him. "What did I-"
"Hagrid and You, my dear fellow, told me that no wizard who has ever been in Slytherin as has ever turned out good. So I begged the sorting hat not to put me in Slytherin. And it didn't. Of course, I realized the next year that it wouldn't have anyway."
"And why is that?" Draco asked curious.
"Well, inside the Chamber of Secrets, I pulled the sword of Godric Gryffindor out of the sorting hat. I knew then that I was the heir of Gryffindor just as Tom Riddle was the Heir of Salazar Slytherin."
They stood for a moment in thought, until Hermione pointed out that they needed to get back to class. They nodded and left the little hidden room.
Once they entered the classroom, the entire class, who was bored out of their minds and looking for a distraction, turned. The people close enough to see gasped. Why was Harry Potter, Gryffindor Golden Boy, wearing Slytherin robes? Frantic whispers broke out. The four sat quietly and waited out the last five minutes of the lesson.
On the way to their next class, Transfiguration, Harry spotted The Twins and stopped. "Fred! George!" He called.
They stopped and backtracked to him, looks of fearful apprehension on their faces.
"Guys, I'm really sorry about that display at lunch. Seriously!" He said quietly.
"You called!" Sirius said as he randomly walked by. He laughed and disappeared back into the crowd of students.
They all gave each other confused looks. "Well, that wasn't too completely random." Fred said, his voice laced with sarcasm,
"Anyway…I am sorry. I lost control! However you really shouldn't have been trying to pimp Draco and I out, or whatever you were trying to do."
"Sorry about that, mate."
"We forgive you, though."
"Thanks!" he flashed the two a smile to melt the heart (they weren't gay so it didn't work, but still), and raced of to class.
He was, of course, late. He opened the door and tried to sneak in the back. It didn't work.
"Potter! You're Late! And why on earth are you wearing Slytherin Robes?" Professor McGonagall all but shrieked when she turned to look at him.
"Um..?" He shot a nervous look at Draco, who smirked, then Hermione, who apologetic. "I…uh, I went temporarily color-blind and didn't notice I grabbed the wrong ones?"
"And why would you…I am not sure I even want to know!"
Harry's mouth dropped open and Draco, who had been turned around in his seat like everyone else, whipped around to glared at the Gryffindor head of house. "Professor, that's not…I mean…I didn't…Gah! That's not what I meant!" Harry stuttered.
"What are you talking about, Potter?"
"Didn't you mean…?" He looked at Draco again, who looked confused. "Um…"
McGonagall looked back and forth, once, twice. Then comprehension dawned on her face and she went bright red. "That isn't what I meant either, Potter! Both of get your minds out of the gutter!...Why are you late?"
Harry cleared his throat, his face slightly pink from embarrassment at having misinterpreted her words. "I was apologizing to Fred and George, Madame."
Draco smirked. Hah! Madame. He's sucking up! I'm rubbing off on him, I think.
"I'm terribly sorry for being late, Professor, but I thought it would be prudent to apologize as soon as I could." Harry continued, in a polite voice.
Her eyebrow rose. "Well…that's alright then, but that still doesn't explain why you're wearing Slytherin robes!"
"Um…"
"I can explain, Professor." Hermione said suddenly, her fingers visible crossed behind her back. McGonagall of course couldn't see this. "It's my fault."
"How? Yes, please explain, Miss Granger."
"Well…you see, Professor, I dared Harry to wear those robes for half the day. And, what with Gryffindor pride and all, he wouldn't turn down an easy dare. And we didn't think it would get him into trouble because technically he isn't out of uniform."
She looked thoughtful for a moment. Harry also crossed his fingers, which was seen by most of the students in the back out the room. Finally, she nodded. "Alright. He isn't actually out of uniform, so I will let it pass. However, I don't want to see anyone else out of House Uniform, even if it is for a dare. Next time, that won't be an acceptable excuse!" She turned to go back to the front of the class. The students up front, including Hermione, could hear her mutter, "Oddly normal on him. Eerie!"
Hermione sniggered softly. Harry took at seat next to Draco, who smirked evilly at him. He sighed. Uh-Oh, what was Draco gonna do?
