Disclaimer: I sometimes wonder what J, K. Rowling does with Characters when she's not using them for her books...
Dedicated to: My old friend who I've lost more than once.
I wrote this whilst under the influence of Linkin Park, Rancid, Green day, and Lostprophets...best throw in some Yellowcard, too.
This takes place somewhere in sixth year. I was reading slash fictions and thought of this. I love Malfoy and I don't know why I did this to him, but ah well. Music can do wonder's to me.
Oh, another thing: I'm not a Hermione/Ron shipper, but in order for this fiction to work, I had to write them as a couple...
Harry walked down to the Great Hall silently behind Ron and Hermione.
"Ron, don't you think my hair would look better red and not so frilly?" Hermione asked her new boyfriend. Ron laughed and shook his head.
"Mione, I love you no matter what kind of hair you had," he kissed her.
"What about if I didn't have hair?" she asked him, and shivered. "No, not that. I'd probably break up with you."
Harry slowly turned left, waving a goodbye to his friends and headed towards his lessons with Snape. He then ran into Malfoy.
"What do you want?" Malfoy just stared at him. No smirk, no smile, no tricky look appeared on his face. He then came out of his trance and pushed Harry to a wall.
"Harry, do you ever shut up?" he asked quietly before kissing him. It caught harry by such surprise that his mouth opened. Malfoy took advantage of this, but Harry just pushed him away.
"Malfoy, I can't go out with you, I already have a boyfriend,"
"Who?" Harry squirmed out from Malfoy's clutch.
"R-Ron's brother, Fred," Malfoy looked down at his feet.
"Maybe...?"
Harry's eyes got wide. "No." he said firmly. "No, I won't do it." Malfoy gave him a half smile, picked up his books and ran down towards the Great Hall to meet Crabbe and Goyle.
Harry decided to skip Snape's lesson tonight and just head towards Gryffindor Tower to meet Fred. He turned up to a dark flight of stairs, but was pulled from behind.
"What—Oh, It's you, Fred," Harry spoke softly, letting Fred grab him around the waist and kiss his neck. Harry turned his head towards Fred's and kissed him passionately. Fred let a moan escape from his mouth.
TO BE CONTINUED. I will add more if I get enough reviews. Heh, I forgot that Fred left in Harry's fifth year, but ah well. I like it like this. IF YOU DON'T LIKE SLASH, then you shouldn't have read this story. I'll bet that you went searching for slash stories just so you could leave flames.
Let me tell you something: my punk-ish attitude towards flames isn't anything bad. I'll think nothing of it, but if it's something little, like grammar, that you're flaming me about, I may get mad.
ITS ONLY GRAMMAR!!! GET OVER IT!
Oh, but I do need a beta reader. Let me know if you can be the beta reader for this or my other story. Thanks in advance.