Horny As Hell
Everyone, I would like you to meet my horrible, but semi-nice Muse…Demonic Child. *Whisper* I'm only asking you to meet him cause he wont shut up.
Demonic Child: HAH!!! I know you couldn't resist my nagging!
Fire Stone: What ever, I'm only writing this for you to shut up.
Draco: Why am 'I' here?
Fire Stone: You're here to do the disclaimer like always.
Draco: Can't your muse do it?
Fire Stone: No, he'll kill the owner for not letting him have you.
Draco: 0_o; your not going to let him have me will you.
Fire Stone: I'm thinking about it, that's if you miss behaved.
Draco: *Gulp* I'll be good, promise. Fire Stone doesn't own Harry Potter, if you sue, all you'll get in return is her Evil Little Brother, Demonic Child and her black -Book Eating- Rabbit.
Fire Stone: No!!! You can't have Shadow!
Demonic Child: Oh, protect your stupid rabbit, but let the readers have me instead.
Fire Stone: I don't want you, and I don't think the readers will want you either. You never stop nagging.
Draco: Kay's, I'm going!
Fire Stone: No your not, your going to be locked back up the toilet again with Harry.
Draco: Make me.
Fire Stone uses her Super Authoress Powers and so now, Malfoy's locked back up in the toilet with Harry.
A/N: as you all know now, that Harry is being manipulated by the potion, so that means, he's going to be all OOC. And yes to the others who didn't know, this story IS going to be a Slash/Yaoi eventually.
And just for the hell of it, I'm letting Harry know Japanese. It might be good for you, you can learn Japanese if you didn't already. But I'm not very good at it either, so, will Harry. He'll know just bits and pieces of it. All translations are at the bottom, if Harry didn't interpret them to Draco yet.
Horny As Hell
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"POTTER!?" the blonde yelled.
It wasn't me, it was the potion!" yelled back Harry. If looks could kill, Harry would've been very dead, as the raven-haired boy stuttered on his words of explanation, Draco rubbed his temples in hopes to subside his head-ache.
"Shut up already Potty. I'm going to proberly get more compliments like that anyway."
"Well, don't flatter your self." Harry sneered at the blonde as he looked over at the bed-side table for his wand to shut the boy up. However Hermione must've forgotten to bring it up here with him when he passed out. A few minutes later of silence, Professor McGonagall entered the room to inform the two of their knew living arrangements.
"But why do I have to be living in the same room as Potter?!" yelled the blonde.
"Cause it will be more inconvenient for us. As we don't really have that many rooms to spare." said the Professor matter-of-factly.
"That's a down right lie, the school has TONS of spare rooms, and I've stumbled into them many times before."
"Well, the school needs them now, so you're just going to have to suck it up and agree with the new arrangements." said the Professor back at the blonde as he glared holes into the teachers head. "And since we don't really have anytime to arrange your room, we are only giving you one bed."
"WHAT?!" the two hollered. The Professor left the two gaping after her like fishes.
"This is bull, of all people it had to be you isn't it?" Draco sneered to Harry who was desperately wishing he had his wand.
"The feelings mutual. Dark come here!" Harry called over to his pet as the black furred ferret bounded over to him. Harry picked him of the floor as Krad followed after Dark. "Does your relative have a liking to my ferret or something?"
"It properly wants to kill him." Draco answered flatly.
"No, I don't think so, Krad seems to follow it around a lot." Harry picked up Krad as well and laid them on the side of the bed, the two curled around each other and stared innocently at Harry. The boy raised a dark brow at the blonde. "Convinced?"
"Whatever, c'mon we might as well leave for our new dorms before everyone starts for their classes. I don't think I want the others asking me why I am following you." Draco moved off his bed and over to Harry's and picked up his ferret not before shoving Harry out of the bed.
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"Please tell me, why Professor McGonagall provided us with only one bed?!" Draco screeched at Harry as the boy threw his luggage down.
"Didn't she already explain this to you?" replied Harry. Draco rolled his eyes at Harry as he claimed the left side. Draco started to remove his clothes from his chest and Harry peered inside. He decided to make a helpful--but also, a VERY dangerous-- comment about his clothes. "Don't you wear anything other black?"
"I advise you to stop talking, while you still have a tongue." a that Harry shut his mouth at any comeback insult and walked over to the table in their room to find a small parchment. It was instructions on how to activate the password , Harry gave it a read-through and went off to set it.
"What's the password?" asked the blonde as Harry returned, Draco had read Harry's thoughts, but ignored it when he knew what the green eyed boy was doing.
"Herdwig."
"Oh, oh, how fucking original." Draco started laughing at Harry as he went of to change the password again, this time to 'Draco's A Prat'. When he told Draco this, the blonde yelled at Harry and told him to change it, but Harry refused, so now…Malfoy's stuck with it and was too stubborn to change it himself with out claiming himself as a prat.
"So, should I sleep on the floor, or share the bed with you?" asked Harry.
"I don't care. If you want to sleep with me, the bed's probably big enough that there won't be a problem. If you want to sleep on the floor, I can conjure up a sleeping bag or something. If you want to sleep on the ceiling, I can levitate you up there and stick you with glue. I don't care. It's your call."
"Um…" Harry surveyed the floor, which was all right, if you call sleeping on a hundred year old or more castle floor was all right. "I think I'll sleep in the bed, if you don't mind."
Draco shrugged again. "I don't blame you. The floor's more of a place for the Weasel. I sure as heck wouldn't want to sleep on it." He pointed out into the hall. "Bathroom's right there. Feel free to…do whatever you need to do."
Harry picked up his clothes and stuff from his trunk and made his way to the bathroom to change. Draco's eyes followed him up until the door closed.
With a sigh, he turned and began to smooth out the bed. Realizing that it only had one pillow, Draco set out to search for the missing one in a closet near by. He rummaged around for a minute, throwing scrolls and potions and other sorts of odd items all over the place, before he found it. It looked as though mould was starting to grow on it, but he decided that Harry would just have to deal with it.
As he was walking back towards the bed his foot nudged Harry's backpack, which was lying unzipped on the floor. It emitted muffled noise, causing the blonde to jump and drop the pillow. He blinked at the bag and kicked it again, causing another odd noise. He carefully kneeled down and peered into it, preparing himself for anything. Reaching his hand in, with a yelp, he pulled it back quickly. His finger was bleeding and Dark's head popped out. Wanting whether to hex the ferret into next week, but decided against it as Harry returned and the boy glanced at Draco oddly as he noticed the boy laying next to his bag as if he fell there sucking on a slightly red finger.
"What where you doing?" Harry picked up his bag and stuffed Dark back into the bag and dropped it into his side if the bed.
"I was getting you another pillow, and I kicked you bag by accident and when I put my hand in it to see what made the noise, that thing bite me." Draco pouted slightly as he gave Harry the 'puppy dog' look. The said boy rolled his eyes at the blonde as Draco placed the pillow on the right side of the bed.
"I'm not sleeping on that thing."
"Well, I'm not giving you my pillow, if that's your indicating. I bagged the left side first, and the clean pillow was on the left side, so live with it."
"Malfoy, wouldn't someone like you have learnt the spells on duplicating things?" Draco raised a brow at the other boy.
"Yeah, I'm just not bothered to do the spell, it's kind of complicated." Draco said matter-of-factly, before narrowing his eyes dangerously at Harry. "Why?"
Harry stepped back in fear slightly as Draco raised his wand at him. "Err, nothing… it's just to someone else, it may sound like you actually want me to share the bed with you." Draco's eyes widen in shock as his brain caught on to Harry's meaning.
"WHY THE HELL WOULD I WANT TO SHARE A BED WITH YOU?!" Harry watch Draco's left eye twitch and the boy pointed it out. "Argh! Just leave me alone."
"Now the other ones twitching."
"SHUT UP!!! They aren't twitching!" Harry laughed as he said that both were twitching now.
"That's it, your sleeping on floor!" Draco turned his back on Harry and was about to leave the room. When Harry spoke up.
"What, aren't I good enough for you?" the boy pouted at Draco as the boy gave a strangled cry before throwing his pillow at the now grinning boy. "Thanks! Now I get the clean pillow" Harry stuffed his pillow into his trunk and did a locking charm, with his own special combinations, so Draco couldn't steal it and the said boy was still dumbfounded with himself for giving his pillow away. "C'mon, I want to see the others!" Harry grabbed Draco's arm and practically dragged the blonde down the stairs.
Once they reached the dining hall the two were met by Ron and Hermione. Hermione greeted Harry with a smile and chatted with him animatedly while Ron kept glaring at Draco the whole while.
"Oh, Professor McGonagall told me to give this to the both of you, it's a potion for your mind reading. Professor McGonagall said it while stop you from reading each others mind, but it will not prevent you from feeling each others emotions, pain and such things like that." she held out two vials and the boys took the blue potion quickly from her and made they're way down to the four tables. As Harry followed his friends, Draco separated from him and was about to make his own way to his own friends, or in other words… mindless zombie's. It was until he heard a pain filled cry from behind. Draco turned around to see Harry fall to the ground, clutching his sides and writhing. Draco felt a knot in his stomach turn and twist painfully as he grit his teeth at the pain that seared through his body and his vision blurred, he fell on his knees and slowly crawled his way to Harry. As Draco neared Harry, the pain diminished slightly, but not all of if. When he was next to Harry, Draco reached out and grasped onto one of Harry's hand. Then the pain was gone, like it didn't exist and a numbing feeling spread through the two boys as Draco helped Harry to his feet.
Professor McGonagall made her way down the aisle filled with students trying to see what's happening. "Are you both all right?" both Harry and Draco nodded dumbly as the Professor clicked her tongue at the broken glass vials on the floor. "I'll get Severus to make another batch. I see now that the two of your can't be more than two and a half meters away from each other without experiencing pain."
Draco, despite feeling like trowing up, still managed to roll his eyes at the Professor and mumbled. 'It's pretty obvious.' Harry heard this and stomped on Draco's foot and the boy clenched his teeth and shot Harry a glare.
"I want to you both to sit together and I don't want any fighting, is that understood?" both boys hesitantly nodded as the Professor walked away and Harry and Draco started to walk separate ways again, but they didn't go very far as they felt each other's presence gone, they whipped around at the same time and hollered. "We're going this way!" This caused some of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw first years to giggle. Fixing on a glare Harry dived towards Draco's arm and seized it and dragged Draco again to where he wanted to go. When Harry reached his destination, he shoved Draco into a seat and clambered over the table, careful not to knock over any of the many plates and flagons to the others side and took a seat next to Hermione directly opposite of Draco. But unfortunately for Ron, Harry had dumped Draco right next to him. He was about to move and sit next to Harry but his twin red-headed brothers sat beside him and Harry.
Dinner went along as normal, but with the occasional glaring and scowling done on Ron's and Draco's part, other than that, it went smoothly, and Draco was even courteous enough to speak civilly with Hermione and call her by her last name, but only to get her to pass the salt and pepper.
"Weasel? Are you going to hog the flask any longer?" Draco said calmly as Ron returned the insult.
"Aww, sorry Ferret-Face, but there isn't any left, I guess you have to get Oliver's table to pass you theirs." Ron said with his voice dripping with mockery and hatred. In one movement, Draco had Ron's collar scrunched in his fist as he pulled the other face near his and hissed out his words. "Another word out of you Weasley, and you might not see day light for the next few weeks."
"Are you threats always this meaningless, or are they as empty as your overloaded big fat head, Malfoy?" (A/N: And yes I 'kinda' stole that line from Raven (ZIODS)) Ron calmly replied. Draco raised his arm to hit him as Hermione yelled at him to let him go.
-H- Malfoy, stop it…now! -H- It was until Harry placed an arm on his that snapped him out of his daze and he stared slightly at Harry. Draco lowered his arm and released Ron and whispered a barely audible 'sorry' and the red-headed boy straightened out his robes, stood up and walked off to find another place to seat, in the end he sat next to Hermione as she tried her best to usher every one to move for some space. The rest of the table looked down on Draco as he quietly finished his dinner and hope Harry would hurry up with his. Once he was done, Draco grabbed Harry's hand and had him clamber over the table again, but this time, he knocked over a few things and pulled him away from the table and out into the halls.
"Hey! What's the deal, I haven't had desert?" Harry wailed as he looked glumly back at the dining hall.
"You have the rest of the year to look for that." Draco ignored Harry's cry of protest as Harry glared at the blonde.
"All right, what do you want?"
"You don't expect me to stay in there do you, with everyone staring at me like that?"
"It was partially your fault." Harry countered, but Draco looked at him with pleading eyes. "Fine, *sigh* we'll… go, walk around I guess. Or we could go back to our room and try to entertain our self's?"
Draco replied by pushing him up the stairs. When they finally got to the front of their room, Harry stood behind Draco, waiting for him to say the password. "But I'm not going to say it!"
"Either you do it, or I'm going back into the dining room."
"But, why can't you say it?!"
"Cause I…. I've forgotten it."
"That's a lie!?!"
"I don't care if it is. I'm not going to say it, cause you are." Draco turned and faced Harry with his back and let his gaze drop to the floor.
"Draco…s'a…pwait." Draco mumbled softly as the wolf in the painting tilted its ear at the blonde.
"Speak up, I can't hear you." came the voice of the wolf.
"You can so hear me, you're a wolf, your supposed to have good hearing!" Draco yelled at the painting.
"Sorry lad, but living in this painting for centauries has turned me deaf." If the wolf could grin it would have done so.
"Draco's sa pwat." said the blonde a little clearer.
"One more time, louder."
"Your just doing this to make fun of me aren't you!?" yelled Draco again at the wolf.
"No, you think? Just say it properly and I'll let you in."
"Fine! Draco's a prat! Okay!? I, Draco Malfoy am a fucking prat!!!"
"That's just what I wanted to hear, see it wasn't so hard wasn't it?" the wolf opened the hidden door, as both the wolf and Harry sniggered behind Draco's back as the boys went into the room. Once inside, Draco threatened Harry again with his wand, and made Harry change the password.
"So now what?" asked the blonde as Harry jumped in his side of the bed, rolling to the side to open his trunk and fished out the pillow and he placed it under his head. The darker haired boy grinned at Draco as the blonde growled slightly.
"Don't worry, I'm going to ask Dobby to bring up a few more pillows anyway. I can't sleep with just one." Harry tugged the pillow from under his head, and did a perfect aim at Draco's head. "I'm bored."
"Well, have fun." Draco moved to his side of the bed and opened his trunk.
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In about an hour's time, Draco was lying on his stomach blowing bubbles while Harry sat on the floor going through his Transfigurations home work. He needed a good spell to create a totally new creature. Something unexpected. Something kick ass and something no one else can do. Something with out bubbles. "Maybe you should go hang out with Hermione, I know she would adore your bubbles."
"Like I would be caught dead hanging around with a Mud-Blood." Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco for a brief second. Draco watched as Harry popped a few by trying to eat them, making a face at the taste. Draco smirked and blew more bubbles in Harry's direction just to get on the boy's nerves as said boy drank down the mug of pumpkin juice. "You shouldn't be making fun of my friends, or I'll advice you to be quiet while you still have a tongue."
"Now that was just mean, stealing my lines like that." Draco said as he blew a few more bubbles in Harry's face. Harry hasn't been receiving any messages from his friends and he was just bored as he put away his work . And Draco, the gay fag, kept blowing bubbles into his face. And they were both avoiding the ferrets and left them on their own.
"I'm bored. Why can't there be a TV in here, or even a stereo." Harry started to complain, Draco had gotten used to the sudden complains about Muggle devices that he didn't care anymore or bothered to ask for an explanation of what the thing was.
"You could chew on the bed poster." Draco said in the same tone of boredom. He had been through almost every book he had come across. Even the damn girly ones and one or two magazines. Who knew there were so many shades of blonde hair dyes. (Not to say that his hair wasn't natural).
"Man, this sucks!" Harry got up and stretched, unaware to the look he received from his blonde haired roomy. He sighed and looked around the room while Draco returned to blowing bubbles. Harry looked at a bubble as it passed him by. It was late, he was tired and bored. A very dangerous combination when it came to the Gryffindor's Golden Boy. He started stalking the bubbles, pouncing them, or biting at them.
"That bored huh?" Draco asked with a smirk as he watched Harry, who shrugged at him before continuing his hunting. "How easily amused you are." Harry shrugged again and Draco caught a bubble without popping it.
"What do you suppose we could do?" Draco continued to blow bubbles for the others amusement.
"Well, we could-." Started Harry but Draco had cut him off.
"No perverted thoughts either." the boy warned as he had remember about the potion. Harry grinned as Draco gave him a doubtful stare. Harry chased a few more bubbles around, then flopped down on the bed beside the blonde as Draco raised a brow at him.
"Well, since you've spoiled my fun, specifically with you, what do you say we play a prank on the others. We could get my invisibility cloak and somehow sneak up above people and drop water bombs on them. Then they'll be all wet and sploge-ded."
"Sploge-ded?" Draco questioned with a quizzical look. "Is that even a word?"
"Probably not, but come on, it's as boring in here as Professor Binns's class." Harry responded, grabbing Draco's hand that was holding the bubble maker and blowed some bubbles. "Hey, that's fun!"
"It's something to entertain the easily amused." Draco responded with a grin then added. "When they find all the dish soap gone, we don't know what happened to it okay." Harry and Draco chuckled at that. After a moment of boredom Harry decided to speak. "I have a deck of cards somewhere. Do you want to play a game or something?"
"Eh? Like wha…?" the blonde asked as he looked over at Harry quizzically, he was willing to do anything to alleviate the boredom.
"Poker, Rummy, Go fish, war, wait I know. Hermione gave me this electronic Twister last year, I haven't played it yet, wanna give it a go?." Draco shrugged, oblivious on Harry's thought on how easy it was to get into Draco's pants.
"Sounds fine." Draco said as he put away his bubbles while Harry rummaged around in his trunk for the game. "You have to teach me though." Harry grinned at the thought.
"You'll get the hang of it easily." the raven-haired boy set up the game, by spreading the coloured dotted cloth onto the carpet and set a computer screen device on a near by table. Draco looked in awe at the metal covered… thing. Harry pulled out a some strange looking gadgets from a bag that was with the game.
"You'll have to put these on," Harry explained, as he showed them to Draco.
"What are they," he asked as he followed Harry and snapped the thin bindings onto his elbows, knees.
"Sensors, it detects when you body is touching the ground. The first rule of this game, is to not let ay part of your body touch the floor. Its all about stamina, and will power really." Harry had to explain to Draco how the sensors worked.
"These," he said raising a pair of what looked like gloves, "Go on your hands and these…" he raised a pair of what could be described as shoe soles, "Attach to your shoes. They're adjustable. The rest," the things that looked like little belts with buttons, "go around your knees and elbows. Here."
He handed them to Draco, who removed his robes, leaving him in only a tight black tee, equally black pants, and black leather boots hidden beneath the pant legs. Harry too removed his robe, showing his Dark green shirt along with his black slacks and slapped on the devices one by one.
"The rules are easy," he said after finishing. "You do whatever is commanded by the computer. It's the silver thing if you were wondering. No, Malfoy don't touch it!" Harry slapped Draco's hand away from the keyboard. "If you fall, if your hands or feet leave a position for more than three seconds without a command or if you knees or elbows touch the ground you lose. Those devices you're wearing…they monitor your progress. Is everything clear?" Draco nodded. "Good. Shall we proceed?"
The two ascended the steps of the stage and Draco moved to his chosen side. Meanwhile, Harry moved over to the empty screen and flipped a switch at the side of it to the position designated 'on' and the screen flashed.
"Welcome to Ultimate Twister!" boomed the annoying male voice of the computer's inappropriately named A.I. Colours flashed across the screen and high-paced, techno music blared from the speakers, forcing both wizards to cover their ears. Harry briefly considered killing the person who'd chosen the music, while he adjusted the volume.
"Where's the music coming from?" asked Draco.
"Speakers… it's a Muggle device, so as this game thing. The music basically comes from the computer. Just don't read to much into it, not even Muggle understands how it works.
"Please select mode," requested the machine. Quickly, Harry scanned the available options: 2-player, 3-player, Team or Rules. A little musical chime sounded as he selected the first.
"Take starting positions!" Both did as commanded each, stepping onto the blue and yellow squares at their end of the field, which lit up in the process.
"Ready! GO!"
The game lasted a lot longer than Harry had anticipated. Draco had a surprising amount of stamina his mystifying ability to twist his body into the most complicated positions amazed Harry to no end.
'Damn! I won't lose this!' thought Harry, struggling to maintain his current stance. If anyone had walked in at that moment it would look as if the pair was doing push-ups only with Harry hovering over Draco in a very 'awkward' manner.
"Left hand: Green!" sounded the digital referee. The players studied their present situations. Their left hands were already on green which meant they had to move. Harry moved his hand which had been over Draco's shoulder to a tile a bit farther to his left, lowering himself in the process. Draco, whose hand had been as far away as it could reach pulled it closer pushing his body directly up against the raven haired boy's and his head right into the other's face.
Harry resisted the urge to move away as he was greeted with a face full of hair, if he moved he would most likely fall. So he steeled himself waiting for the computer to call out the next command. He took a deep steadying breath, willing his tired muscles to hold, when he finally noticed the unfamiliar, but sweet sent creeping up his nostrils.
'What is that?' he wondered. It smelled like banana… and strawberries. He inhaled again then realized what he was smelling; Draco's hair. 'Must be his shampoo,' he figured taking another whiff and sighing contentedly. ' I wonder if he noticed me smelling his hair. Hmm, now would be a good time to act.'
Draco, however did notice, but didn't say anything. He was preoccupied with trying to suppress the shivers running through his body at the feeling of Harry's hot breath right against his neck. 'Oh gods, that feels nice!' Draco closed his eyes for a bit, hoping the computer didn't take much longer, when he felt something warn…and wet against his neck. Draco snapped his eyes open and glance at Harry who licked his lips. When…
"Right foot: Yellow!" The two snapped out of their dazes and once again rearranged themselves.
"Left hand: Yellow!"
"Left foot: Red!"
"Left foot: Blue!" Now if anyone were to walk in it would look like… um, never mind. Draco swallowed hard, blushing wildly, when his rear was planted firmly against Harry's crotch. Said boy was grinning malevolently.
"Right hand: Yellow!" Harry, who had once again regained his composure, swiftly moved his right hand to the only easily accessible yellow square near Draco before the other could get to it. This was, after all, a game of strategy. Now the blonde would be forced to find a position that would more than likely lead to his down fall. He found a free square on his left hand side, but it would not be an easy manoeuvre. Draco twisted his entire body, legs crossing awkwardly, muscled aching and joints threatening to give out, until somehow he managed to slap his hand down one the far away tile. He was now facing Harry and made it a point to give him a cocky grin.
'I bet he didn't think I'd be able to make that one,' he thought to himself.
'My God! How can he be that flexible?!' Harry suddenly became aware of the close proximity between himself and the sweat-covered blonde. His rational, thinking side screamed at him to move away, is was way to soon, but his hormone-driven, fifteen year-old half was screaming 'other' things at him whilst effectively drowning out the rational side. Also with the complimentary of the potion
Draco was getting a little nervous, Harry had been staring at him for over a minute now and he could feel his face becoming red again, despite his attempts at suppression. Their eyes were focused intensely on each other's. No longer could they hear the commands being issued by the machine. Suddenly, before either could analyse the situation, Harry reached around and pulled Draco head, into a forced kiss. Harry's one supporting hand soon gave out sending him crashing down along with Draco, but that did nothing to deter the kiss.
Draco gasp as Harry took the opportunity to slip his tongue in. Finally Draco managed to get his brain functioning as he tried to push Harry of him, but the other boy had a stronger grip. All he wanted to do was get Harry's tongue out of his mouth so he could breath. But he couldn't get Harry away from him.
-D- Potter, get of me now! -D- Draco tried again to push Harry of him. -D- Potter, I need too fucking breath! -D- thinking that Harry was too occupied in hearing Draco's distraught thoughts. With one swift kick to Harry's side, the Raven haired boy was sprawled next to Draco.
"K 'so, I'm so sorry Malfoy. You okay?" after gulping in deep breaths of air, all Draco did in reply was to give Harry a murderous glare.
"What the fuck do you think your doing Potter?" Draco practically yelled at him as he wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. "I know your on the potion, but fuckin' Potter!"
"Gomen." whispered the other boy.
"What?"
"Gomen, it means sorry. Look Malfoy I really didn't mean what I did." Draco looked at Harry warily.
"Why'd yo do it?"
"I don't know. Okay, can we just drop it." Harry looked away from Draco as he pushed him self up and walked over to the bed.
"So…what language was that anyway?" the blonde raised a brow, trying to lighten the mood.
"Japanese…" said the other boy flatly.
"You speak Japanese?" now both brows raised Draco got up himself as moved over to sit on the edge of his side of the bed.
"Hai." nodded Harry.
"Teach me?" Harry looked up and looked at him curiously.
"Aren't you even a bit disturb at what happened just a few minutes ago?"
"Well, yeah. But I don't want to think about it, if you don't mind. Be back in a sec, I'm going to brush my teeth in hopes to get the taste of your tongue out of my mouth." Harry went red as Draco left him.
-H- You aren't even a least bit angry at me? -H-
-D- No -D-
-H- But, why? -H-
-D- Look Potter, you didn't rape me. Okay? Just get over it. -D-
-H- Fucking, I pashed you, I don't think I can get over it. I mean I freaking pashed you. When the hell did I become a fag?! -H-
-D- Ever since you took that potion. -D-
-H- I really don't understand why you are so calm over this. -H-
-D- Would you like it if I erased you memory? -D-
-H- I think I'm fine thanks -H-
-D- Then shut up already -D- Harry pouted slightly and picked up his wand and did a few flicks and one or two murmured words, he magically packed up the Twister Game and a few minutes later Draco returned from the bathroom.
"Anyway, about your Japanese thing? When did you learn it?"
"When I was still small and living with the Muggles, I found this book. During my spare time, which was whenever they went out or at night time, I would listen to this tape and read a dictionary which was Japanese to understand manga." Harry glanced at Draco, whom had a blank look on his face. Quickly he added a few things to not keep Draco in the dark. "Manga are Japanese comics, as you now Japanese have their on languages and symbols. Eventually I learnt a bit, after I found the tape and dictionary around the house. Never seen anyone using it, nor did I know anyone that knows Japanese. So I picked it up as a second language, not very good at it I must say. As for the manga's there was this little Japanese boy in my primary school that sold them. He had a huge range, and sold them for…" Harry stopped short there, wondering how to change Muggle currency into Wizard money.
"Err, I guess about one Galleon and six Knuts"
"That many just for one comic?"
"Well, you can't buy them anywhere you know. I only managed to buy about three of them with the little amount of pocket money I receive from the my Muggles. But when the head master found out that Ken, the Japanese boy, was selling things in school, he confiscated them. Not to mention that the Muggles I was staying with, found them and burn them up just for the fun of it."
"So, what was that word you said earlier? Kuso was it?"
"More like K'so, its like a swear. Umm, like saying 'Dammit' or 'Shit' you know, the usuals."
"So, how come I've never heard you speak any Japanese before?" Draco removed himself from the door frame and sat again on his side of the bed. The Raven-haired boy shrugged at the question.
"I don't know… I usually say a few once in a while. Both Hermione and Ron knows a few words. Thought them my self, well, more to Ron anyways. Hermione's been to Japan, so she speaks fluent Japanese." Draco nodded his head at the response.
"Don't you know any other languages, Malfoy? I know you name is French." Draco raised a brow at the other boy.
"Yeah, it's a French name. But that doesn't mean I know how to speak it, nor have I ever been to France. Not everyone is special like you Potter."
Harry cupped his hands together and plastered on a dreaming look on his face. "You finally admitted it. I'm more special than you."
"Wha? NO!!! I didn't mean it that way." Draco looked gobsmacked. Still carrying on with his dreamy state, Draco could have sworn he saw hearts flowing in Harry's eyes. "Stop it, your not special. Sure you nearly defeated The Dark Lord, but you just did it out of pure stupidity."
Harry dropped his hands and glared at Malfoy. "Now that was just plain mean."
"You deserved it anyway." Harry rolled his eyes at the blonde and got of the bed and was about to make his way back to the dinning hall. "Ack! Potter, what do you think your doing?!" Harry turned around to see Draco jump off the bed and scuttle over to him.
"I'm going to see the others, what's wrong with doing that?" Harry grinned at him innocently. Draco would've smack him right there and there if his heart still wasn't racing from the shock of how stupid Potter could be.
"Have you not learned anything from our last encounter of being more than three feet apart."
Tilting his head slightly Harry answered. "No, what happened?" Draco grabbed his shoulders and shook him hard enough to rattle his teeth.
"We fell to the floor in agonising pain!?" Draco yelled in Harry's face.
"Oh, now I remembered." Harry gave Draco a smile as the other boy let him go. "We wouldn't want that to happen again, now would we."
"Err…"
"So, that's why…I guess you have to following me to the dinning hall." Harry turn around and continued walking down the hall with Draco following one step behind.
"I swear, Pot-Head's going to be the death of me."
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Well, since I'm nice. I've let both Draco and Harry out of the toilet, and no, I still haven't returned their wands. I was told that I had to released them, so they could finish making the third movie. *goes starry eyed* We finally get to see Sirius and Remus…. But I still kinda wished they used Johnny Depp as Sirius. Cause he kinda has the long hair and attitude. Anyway…
Hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'm VERY sorry I took so long to update. VERY SORRY… *Bows* Gomen=sorry. So… update and tell me what you think of this. See ya. *Drags Demonic Child by the ear away from the computer*