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DemonRouge: Thanks for the review. I'm not planning to have anything real happen between them yet, hope this chapter isn't going too fast. And it is okay to have an opinion—it's not rude. And I know that the whole credit card/child welfare thing was unmusical, but hey, I don't live there. 'Sides, nothing magic-ish came to me until I posted the chap. Maybe I'll revise it then replace the first chapter. Sorry the names are confusing, but many of the spells in their world are too. They just came to me.
Golfish682: Hey look! I put you in! I know you are my friend and that's why you would even consider reading this, but if you want funny, DON'T READ ANGST STORIES! But I guess I'm glad you like it…
Jess the Pirate: I'm glad that you think it works, and I will most certainly write more! Anyhoo, I read mixes of large-amounts-of-hatred stories, but a lot of stories with crumbling boundaries.
alamony: Well, here's the next one!
Morena Evensong: I like naming things... Goyle just seemed to be a fluffy teddy bear with fur on the outside and feelings on the inside (the stuffing). But he can be a brute Yeah, Harry's detachment is fairly recent, but he said that since the beginning of sixth year that people had started to ignore him. They're in seventh.
Alora: Harry rushes to rescue eventually...don't tell anyone, but I love 'appy endings.
A/N: The chapter title "Goldfish" does not have anything to do with the story, but in chapter 2, I forgot to put in my reply to her review! So, this chapter is dedicated to my friend, Goldfish, whom I have known for…what is it Kati? ...two years? Mwah
Thoughts are italic
Two weeks, one day into school:
"Finally!" Draco exclaimed. He had just received a package from some store in Nocturn Alley. "I can't wait to use it!" Of course, no one knew what he was talking about, so everyone at the Slytherin Table was staring intently at him, obviously waiting for an explanation. "Um…it's a…knife with the Slytherin symbol engraved on it." He did not want his fellow classmates to know about his problems. Not because he cared if they worried, maybe not even if they gave him pity. No…knowing them, they might make fun of him. Ridiculous. The truth was, he had finally gotten the magical dream catcher he had waited two weeks for.
"Oooohhh…the end to of my troubles!" Draco said as he embarked on a journey to the Slytherin Dungeons. His "friends" acknowledged his departure, and then went back to a sumptuous breakfast.
"Okay. I'll put it up in my room, then go back to breakfast, or class depending on how long it takes to put it up. No, if one of those bloody, snooping Slytherins found it, I would have to explain why I had it." Draco debated what to do as his legs carried him along the ever-familiar path to the Slytherin Dungeons. Draco stared at his package as he made his decision, the major factor in deciding what to do was that he didn't want anyone else seeing it.
He then heard some footsteps coming quickly down the hallway, but paid no attention to it—who would dare run into the Prince of Slytherin? Apparently, some kid, because within two seconds, he was tackled. This kid is fast was the thought that passed through Draco's mind before anger set in.
He looked up from where he had fallen, and found himself staring at Harry, who looked terrified.
"What was that for, Potter?" shouted Draco as he pulled himself up off the floor.
"Shh!" Harry replied. Draco being so loud had unnerved him.
"What, Potter?" Draco said in a disinterested voice. He was not going to be able to put up his dream catcher before classes began!
"Goyle!" Harry whispered hastily, in a voice that quaked with fear.
"Oh." Draco's voice went from disinterested to worried. Crabbe was never far away from Goyle, and together they could beat you to oblivion.
Draco pulled Harry urgently from the open hallway where he stood, too afraid to bother with getting out of the way.
Thankfully, this hallway jutted in on the left side, making a mini-hallway. Draco darted into it, Harry following closely. On the wall closest to where Harry had come from, there was a closet. Draco hastily opened it, grateful that it had enough room for both of them. Draco would not have as much time as it was needed to throw Harry into the closet, and then collect himself, so he plunged into it, pulling Harry in with him, because he was still too dumbfounded to move.
The whole time the pair of footsteps that belonged to Crabbe and Goyle were getting steadily nearer.
Harry fell on top of Draco, but pulled the door behind him as soon as he regained balance. He was leaning over Draco, and the light from under the door made Draco gleam supernaturally.
The door. Crabbe and Goyle on the other side. Draco and Harry realized this at the same time, and stilled themselves instantly. Draco tensed up against the ground, and Harry wondered if his muscles would support him—who knew how long they would be here.
Harry and Draco were a bit less than a foot apart from each other's face, waiting anxiously for Crabbe and Goyle to come and go.
"…where did that bastard go!" Goyle's voice was heard. Harry cringed and Draco looked at him curiously.
"By the way, why are we chasing him?" questioned Crabbe.
"Because he must have set that mandrake on Pansy!" Harry grumbled indignantly. Draco looked at him incredulously. Dumbass! If he makes any more noise, we are going to be caught! Draco rapidly clapped a hand over Harry's mouth to shut him up. He regretted it right away, because Harry's hot breathing was making him sweat. Not to mention it was making parts of his anatomy that had not been aroused in a while to wake up. "None of the other Gryffindors are smart enough to do that, and it's not normal for a mandrake to do that!" Goyle responded.
Actually, it is. Draco and Harry both thought.
"Hey, look! There's another hallway over here!" Crabbe's voice sounded too close for comfort. Oh G-d, they're going to kill me! Thought Harry. Shit. If they catch me hiding Potter, I'll never live it down! Was the thought going through Draco's mind.
"Okay, let's look in the closet!" Goyle said.
"No way! Peeves is probably hiding in there! It's the best place for a trickster to hide! No…let's just look at these classrooms. I don't feel in the mood to have boiling hot lasagna poured on my head." replied Crabbe.
"No, these are the Magic-Tutoring Classes that Professor McGonagall teaches. Even Peeves cannot get through the spells protecting this classroom. Are you sure we shouldn't check the closet?" whined Goyle.
"Hey, I'm the brains here, and I say no!" shouted Crabbe.
At this, Draco did his best to suppress his laughter. In an attempt not to shriek out in mirth, Draco tensed up his head, and pulled his legs to him, as if trying to get into the fetal position. However, with Harry on top of him, all Draco managed to do was straddle Harry. Losing the fit of laughter, Draco stayed in this position, fearful of hitting the door.
Harry, at the same time, was shaking with the effort of containing his amusement. If Draco's hand hadn't been on his mouth, they would have surely been caught.
My wand. I could use it to cast a silencing charm, and then we could move around! Thought Harry. He pulled his wand out of its place in his robes as silently as he could.
However, Draco seemed to have had this thought earlier. And thought the better of it. If they said the incantation, then they ran the risk of being heard. In addition, it was said that if you were on the outside of the area that was being silenced, a purple light flashed by the spot that was receiving the charm, which would surely give them away.
To show his disapproval, he shook his head violently, and tightened his grip on Harry's mouth. Harry took the hint, and dejectedly put his wand away.
Draco nodded calmly in response. They would just have to wait for Crabbe and Goyle to leave.
"Goyle! We're going to be late for class! Draco will be so disspointed!" Crabbe said urgently. Draco moved his hand hurriedly to check to make sure that he still had his dream catcher with him. It was still there.
"Yeah! Let's get out of here! He left breakfast early, so he's probably already at class already, talking to Snape!" Goyle said, and before long, their footsteps were fading into the distance.
Harry and Draco, still hesitant to move, stayed motionless and soundless. The only thing that happened was Draco removing his hand from its position on Harry's mouth.
Harry was the first to move, being the brave Gryffindor that he was. His plan was to roll off Draco to the left, and then let the Slytherin open up the door. So, he shifted his weight to his left arm. This would have allowed him to roll off Draco if not for three things.
One, this brought him ever closer to Draco's face.
Two, Draco had begun to move upward as soon as he saw Harry moving.
Three, both of their mouths were slightly open.
Their mouths collided with the slightest "plop".
Oh G-d. Oh no. Oh my…thought Draco. Potter is kissing me! I am kissing Potter! Thought a very disturbed Draco. Well, actually, his lips are just resting on top of mine. Yes, that's all we're doing. Draco thought.
Incredibly warm. Soft. Draco thought dreamily. Wait a bloody second! Warm! Soft! Draco opened his eyes, which (for some reason) had been shut, and saw that he was indeed kissing Harry, the Boy-Who-Lived. Unconsciously, he rolled his tongue over Harry's.
The odd thing was, that Draco didn't hate it. Harry's mouth was nice and warm, and his lips were so much sweeter and gentler than his mother's.
Long ago had he accepted his homosexuality. Even when he had had girlfriends, there had always been a part of him that was attracted to men. However, after the experience with his mother, he had been completely turned off girls.
So now here he was, sharing a delightful snog with his enemy.
WAIT. THAT IS NOT RIGHT, NOT NORMAL, NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN.
He pulled away hastily, leaving the warmth of Harry's lips and reminiscing how wonderfully soft and kissable they were.
"Potter, that was disgusting." He lied. "It never happened. Clear? Good." Without waiting for a proper answer, he grabbed his dream catcher, kicked the door open, and barged outside, leaving behind a bewildered Harry.
Harry says to READ THE AUTHOR NOTE!
A/N: I had planned to put a lot more into this chapter, but my mom gave me cruel and unusual punishment. One, she is making me complete all homework and then all chores before I am allowed onto the computer. Two, she just grounded me from the computer for four days. I snuck on it almost every night at like, 12:00 PM to write, just for you people, my lovely reviewers. Therefore, if I don't update soon, I hope you will understand.