L: Well, finally got the next chappie up!
A: Yeah finally! OMG! You guys will never guess where I got to go!
L: She went to England! She sent me a postcard of Gloucester Cathedral, which is where some of the scenes from the HP movies were shot!
A: Yeah, it was sooo much fun! I had a great time! I wrote the first part of this chappie…. (In England…lol)
L: and I wrote the second part…in America!
A: Nanner, Nanner, Boo-Boo. I got to go to England and you didn't! HAHAHA
L: Pbht! I'm gonna hate you for that for a while!
A: poutsI'm gonna go cry in a corner now! Tear, Tear
L: Oh, stop crying. I didn't mean it! Now, we'll stop talking about nothing and let you read the chappie!
A: Yes, presenting…. Chapter 4 "The Discovery…" getsevillookonface
"Is it ready yet Hermione?" Ron asked for about the zillionth time that day.
"No, Ron! Would you PLEASE quit asking me that? Go make yourself useful and get me something to eat," she commanded.
"What am I, your house elf?" he asked crossly, while trying to stifle a yawn. He instantly regretted what he had just said and cursed at himself.
Hermione glared at him and said, "No, you are not my house elf Ronald Weasley! How many times do I have to tell you? And you're in S.P.E.W. for God's sake! I tell you…"
Ron interrupted her, "Hermione, stop. I'm sorry that's not what I meant. I'll go get you that food now." He hastily made his way to the kitchen to find something for Hermione.
This left Hermione alone in the room grumbling to herself about house elves and how to free them until Ron came back with a platter full of sandwiches and soda. "Thanks Ron, this is just what I needed."
"No problem."
After they had both had their fill, Hermione went back to work and Ron fell asleep. Suddenly he heard someone shriek in delight and slowly opened his eyes. "It's done Ron! It's done! We're finally going to get to see Harry!" She had taken to dancing around the room and he now joined her, overjoyed by the fact that he was going to get a chance to same Harry from those horrid Muggles.
"When are we leaving?" Ron asked eagerly.
"Tonight, after everyone goes to bed;' that way no one will notice we're gone."
"Alright, tonight then. We better get some rest so we aren't too tired."
Hermione nodded her head and they headed toward their separate rooms for the remainder of the day.
"Dudley, what are you doing!" exclaimed Harry.
He sat before them in his over stuffed recliner with every snack imaginable in his lap and on his face. He held a video game controller in one hand and a Blackthorn Cider in the other. He was playing Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban on X Box. Oh, and he was wearing black silk boxers with pink hearts and holes everywhere; his rolls were hanging out for the whole world to see.
"What?" Dudley asked innocently. He noticed the alcohol in his hand and started to panic. "Shit! Where do I hide it? Where? Must…hide…it…must…hide…it…"
"Dudley, first of all, we already saw it. Secondly, why don't you ever get off your fat ass for once! You're disgusting, gross, vile, nauseat—
"Can I have some?" Draco asked Dudley, gesturing to the Blackthorn Cider.
"Draco! No you can't have any! I was in the middle of a speech!" yelled Harry.
"Sorry, mate, but it looks so good!"
Harry shrugged him off and turned to his cousin. "Well, at least clean yourself up! You look repulsive!"
He shot one more disgusted look at Dudley and lead Draco back to his bedroom. When they got there, Draco looked at Harry pointedly and asked, "Why did you bring me in there anyways?"
"I wanted to show you video games and their effect on spoiled little buggers who have never seen the light of day!" Harry explained in a Hermione-like manner.
Draco laughed very loudly and fell flat on his arse in the process.
"Harry, that…is…so…stupid!" Draco gasped, while still laughing.
"I try," Harry said.
"Harry, you are so funny! I'm glad we're friends. It was a waste of time to always fight with each other."
"I concur."
"Umm…right…well, what do you want to do now?"
"Lose my virginity, how about you?" Draco stared at him like he had a hippogriff growing out of his head.
"You know I'm just kidding, right?"
"Ummm…yeah…sure…whatever. So, seriously, who, I mean what do you want to do?"
"Did you just say who?"
"No! I said what!"
"I know you said who!"
"Well, that doesn't mean that I've fancied you since third year, whoops….shouldn't have said that….."
"You fancy me!" Harry stared in shock.
"Umm….Harry….can I kiss you?"
"Umm…I guess—" Draco pulled Harry towards him and covered his mouth with his own. At first, Harry tensed, but then started to lean into the kiss. He hadn't known Draco was such a good kisser. He would have gone to him a long time ago if he'd known that. He realized at that moment that he was probably bi, but he had to do something first to be sure. When Draco's lips parted, Harry took this as his opportunity and slipped his tongue into his mouth. He explored every inch of Draco's mouth and entwined his tongue with Draco's. They tongue wrestled for a while, then broke apart. Draco slowly backed Harry onto his bed and kissed him again. He started to pull off Harry's shirt and Harry started to unbutton his. They kissed passionately again, then Draco slowly unzipped Harry's trousers, revealing his red silk boxers with gold stitching, while running his hands along the inside of his thighs. He pulled Harry's boxers off with his teeth and revealed his throbbing member.
"Draco….I think we should stop…" Harry said.
"I suppose you're right…sorry…got a little caught up."
"I guess that's alright mate…."
"Ahem!" Draco turned around as Harry pulled up his trousers and saw Dudley standing smugly in the doorway.
"As if this is any better than what I was doing!"
Draco and Harry both blushed as red as a pumpkin, then Harry yelled, "Aunt Petun—mmph…." Dudley put his hand over Harry's mouth.
"Alright, you little bugger, you don't tell Mum about me eating sweets, and I won't tell anyone about your…uh…situation, got it?"
"Loud and clear, cuz."
"Don't call me that!" Dudley waddled back to his room while Harry and Draco exchanged looks. After he had left, they burst out laughing.
"Well, it's 11, we should probably go to bed," said Harry.
"Umm…can we share a bed tonight? Its cold sleeping on the floor alone."
"Alright, as long as you don't try to pull anything!"
"Gotcha, g'night Harry."
"G'night Draco." They crawled into bed and drifted off to sleep snuggled together.
L: Muahahahahahahaha!
A: Yes, as you can tell, Lacerta is on a sugar high, and her evil cackling has something to do with what she wrote in the second part…can you guess what it is? If not, you're….challenged, because it's BLATANTLY OBVIOUS!
L: Her favorite phrase…obviously…..lol….ok a few things…the "red as a pumpkin" thing is an inside joke, one of our "blonde" friends said it during lunch and I think it's hilarious…so I tossed it in for a little flava lol. Also, we're using more British slang, since Augurey was in England.
A: Yes…well, I think this was a long enough chapter and we should probably wrap it up pretty soon…we don't want to bore you to death with our endless babbling about nothing! Lol
L: So I guess that's all there is left to say. Now just hit that little blue button on the bottom left of the page and review!
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