Disclaimer: I am (obviously) not JK Rowling... All characters belong to HER (Except for my own little characters such as Pocky and Shiro)
A/N: Yea, sorry for taking' so long… Thanks for your patience. I hope you enjoy this totally awesome and hardcore OOC chapter of stuff…YES!
Chapter 13: TREVIRZZ AND DATEZZ11!1!
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"Rooonnnnn, hurry up!" Harry cried in a whiny voice. Ron could be heard grumbling from inside. He had been fixing his red, luscious hair and washing his beautifully freckled face. A line of about eight Gryffindors waited outside the bathroom, waiting for their turn to use the bathroom that Ron had barricaded himself in for the last twenty minutes. It was Sunday, and everyone was anxious to get to Hogsmeade and do his or her businaz.
"Ron!" Harry cried out again. "Draco's waiting for me! And he gets really rough when he's angry!" Everyone in the room, save for Trevor who was busy break-dancing in the corner of the room when no one was looking, groaned in disgust at Harry's mention of his sexual life with Draco Malfoy.
"Harry... Look, I accept your... gayness... But honestly, do you really have to bring up your sex life with Malfoy?" Ron asked from the bathroom. Harry began to ponder this for the next twenty minutes. Neville, who was already dressed and groomed and waiting for Ron and Harry, sighed, deciding to just leave without them. He dragged a still break-dancing Trevor (since no one had been looking) out of the dorm to the Great Hall. Trevor jumped unceremoniously onto Neville's back and screamed out random 70's song titles. Neville sighed softly and began to walk, but was slowed down when Trevor gasped loudly.
"STOP THE CAR!" He cried, jumping off. He pushed a surprised Neville against the wall, and gave him a hickey on the neck. Neville glared at the green haired man.
"What was that for?" He asked angrily, rubbing his neck. Trevor merely giggled.
"Forgot to do that last night." He said calmly before taking his place back on Neville's back and screamed, "ONWARD!" and pointed to the great hall a few feet away. When they arrived, Trevor quickly jumped off Neville's back before anyone noticed, and the two headed for the Gryffindor table. Which unsurprisingly, held no males. They took a seat next to Hermione who was glancing nervously at a certain pretty member in Slytherin. That is until Pansy noticed she was staring at Draco and gave Hermione an evil glare. Hermione quickly returned her eyes to the Gryffindor table.
About five minutes later, a stampede of Gryffindor males stomped into the Great Hall. Ron ran over to Pocky who was giggling evilly at and prodding a dead bug in front of her, only to smile innocently at Ron when he sat next to her. Harry jumped into Draco's lap and cuddled into his arms. Ten minutes later, everyone was in carriages on the way to Hogsmeade to spend their day.
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The end.
(haha, just kidding!)
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Pansy sighed in irritation at Hermione. "At least TRY to look happy... it makes me look better." Hermione sighed and frowned even more. This had been a big mistake. Although the restaurant Pansy had taken them to and they were currently seated in, was probably the most fancy and expensive looking she'd ever been in.
Pansy frowned a little at her date. "Well uh... at least you look nice... I guess." She said, looking away, completely missing the smile that appeared for a moment on Hermione's lips. But the smile was wiped away quickly when Pansy shouted "Hey waiter, get over here and take our orders!" In a loud voice, gaining stares from all around, making Hermione feel pretty uncomfortable.
"Yes...madam. Have you decided what to order?" The flustered waiter asked the irritated Pansy, who nodded indignantly.
"Yes, we'll have... I'll be having the chicken cordon bleu with a side salad. She," Pansy motioned to her date. "will be having a small garden salad with a low fat poppy-seed dressing." She told the waiter.
The waiter chuckled and nodded. Hermione's mouth dropped open as she stared at her date in complete, utter disbelief.
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Pocky had a firm grasp on Ron's hand as she dragged him down the dark path to Knockturn Alley, practically at a run. As they approached it, the vile fumes from a nearby illegal potion shop filled their senses. All around there were figures in gothic attire, as though trying to hide their identities from the world.
Ron stopped them. "Pocky, why exactly are we here?" He asked her, out of breath. Pocky just smiled at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She grabbed his hand and roughly pulled him into a dark alley. She looked around to see if anyone was looking. She then reached into her pocket and took out… A couple sets of clubbing clothes. "Which one?" She asked.
Ron blinked. "Which one what?" He asked in dumbfounded confusion. Pocky sighed in annoyance.
"Pick out your outfit for the rave we're going to!" She demanded as she began to pick out her own.
"What's a… rave?" He asked her in naïveté. She completely ignored his ignorance as she picked out his outfit for him, already haven changed into hers in a millisecond (LITERALLY GUYS! REALLY!). She forced him out of his clothes and into the new outfit. He was then dragged out of the alley and into a nearby rave.
The rest of the date was spent dirty dancing and doing X with a whole bunch of friends that Pocky introduced to Ron.
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Draco and Harry skipped merrily down the streets hand in hand, sparkles filling their airspace and happy music filled the air. They entered a nearby clothing store and as gay as two gay guys could get, they scouted out new outfits for each other, giggling at all the possibilities.
"Let's go try them on Harry!" Draco suggested. Harry smiled and stood close to Draco.
"Together?" He whispered into the blonde's ear. Draco licked his succulent lips and nodded. Draco then led Harry to the nearby dressing room, where they got it on.
ALL DAY LONG BITCHES!
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Trevor and Neville were enjoying lunch in a small, secluded restaurant. The restaurant could hold only two people maximum so there were no waiters. Therefore they weren't really in a restaurant; we were just trying to confuse you. They were really on a park bench cuddling.
Trevor was whispering sweet nothings into Neville's ear. Neville smiled contentedly, happy with the way things had been going for the last week for him. Neville rested his head on Trevor's broad shoulder and snuggled closer to his boy friend. He lightly kissed him on the neck as his mind wandered away from the park bench and his happiness.
He wondered if he truly loved Trevor and if Trevor truly loved him back. He worried of just how long the charade of 'Ty' could be kept up for. Thinking of these problems made him feel nauseous.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" Trevor kissed his temple softly and placed a hand gently on his cheek, staring lovingly into his eyes. Neville was brought out of his thoughts with that kiss. His first question was answered in that moment.
"Nothing…" He whispered as he leaned in for a kiss. Right before their lips met, Trevor pulled away. Neville blinked in confusion as Trevor got down on one knee before him. He reached into his pants pocket and took out a small black box. Neville gasped as he peered at the offering, tentatively placing a hand around it, and opening it. As he looked at the contents of the box, he felt a small tear fall from his eye. Inside was a dragon engraved ring.
"Wh-what's this?" He whispered, unable to bring his voice any louder in his shock. Trevor merely chuckled, taking the ring out of the box.
"Neville I love you more than life itself and always have ever since the first day we met all those years ago. Will you do me the honor of being my husband?" He asked, setting down the box and gently slipping the ring onto the other's ring finger.
Neville could only nod. He began to cry, the happiness that had been welling up within him being released into the form of tears. Trevor reached up and wrapped his arms around Neville, pulling him into his lap. They shared a passionate kiss that lasted for what seemed like an eternity.
Too caught up in their own happiness, the pair failed to notice a pair of red glowing evil eyes staring at them from the nearby bushes.
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Severus Snape sat alone in the Leaky Cauldron sipping on Oxidation Whiskey (HAH WE'RE ORIGINAL!1!1!). All of the other customers sitting at least a table away from the brooding figure, too afraid of his glare and scary fingernails to get any closer to him. He was on his fourth glass of the strong alcohol when a blue haired figure walked in. Snape's eyes looked up and met the gaze of the approaching figure. The two stared for a few moments into each others eyes.
"It's been a while Sev."
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A/N: Again, sorry for taking so long. This chapter held a lot of surprising events (PANSY AND HERMIONE WENT TO A RESTAURANT::gasp:) Hehe don't worry, hyper, annoying trevtrev will be back next chapter… As well as more plot advancement (I know, wtf!) Heh, well please review… and all that jazz.
Seacrest, Out!
lol
Just kidding, he's still in… Watching you and your children.
