Title: Lunacy Fringe
Disclaimer: Harry Potter & Co. © J.K. Rowling
Warnings: Language, Slash, some questionable scenes later on
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Hermione/Blaise, Severus/Remus, and others
A/N: Thanks for all the SWEET reviews. You guys rock!
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Lunacy Fringe
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Chapter Two: Listening
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Draco stumbled upstairs, wandering around in the pitch blackness of the house. Remus had retired long before now, nearly ten minutes after Harry had crashed into Number 12 through the fireplace. Draco tripped as he reached the end of the hallway and he fell onto a door.
A door that was not quite shut and lit from within. Draco stood, quietly cursing the tattered rug on the floor. Like Remy's above getting a decent rug.
Draco brushed invisible dust off from his outfit and then realized that he had fallen into the bathroom, which was steamy and water was thundering in the shower. Draco stood next to the sink after quietly closing the door, soaking up the steam. It was good for his skin, got all those pores open and protruding nonexistent blackheads. Draco might've fallen asleep in the haze, has someone not stepped out of the shower at that moment.
Expecting a broad-chested Gryffindor boy with black hair and bronze skin (or maybe just wishing for him), Draco was unprepared to come face-to-pecks with a milky-pale, chiseled chest. His eyes traveled upward, not daring to look down and Draco squeaked in surprise and repulsion.
"ACK! Sev! Wh-what are you d-doing!" Draco demanded, his voice cracking. His left eye was twitching visibly and Severus glared down his nose at his godson.
"I could ask the same question, but the obvious answer is 'stuttering and staring like a Catholic school girl'," the snarky older man retorted. This seemed to snap Draco out of his idiot phase and he scrambled out of the bathroom, exerting hisembarrassment by flinging open the door to his room and slamming it shut.
Mrs. Black, in her portrait, sneered up the stairs, but was unable to say anything as the mouth portion of her portrait had been ripped off by a brassed-off Remus in wolf form. She huffed and slouched in her portrait, slipping out of Perfect-Pureblood-Prickette mode to sulk behind her hangings.
Draco, rightly horrified, lay on his bed, not wishing to go to sleep and face the horrific images he would have of Severus. Remus popped into his head and then Draco's mental eye was showing him a scene that would scar him for life, so his grabbed his wand and stuck it to his temple, nearly screaming, "OBLIVIATE!" before a calm smile graced his features and he slipped off into sleep.
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Harry woke early the next morning, stretching and feeling more rested than he had in previous summers. He got out of bed and headed down to breakfast in what he'd worn to bed the previous night, which consisted of knee-length pink panther lounge shorts. Upon entering the kitchen, Harry found himself gasping for breath. It was like walking into one of those 'What's Wrong With This Picture?' pictures.
Severus was standing over hash browns on the stove, Draco was standing by the toaster, screaming at it to hurry up with his waffle, and Remus was watching all of it with a smirking grin on his face. He also had a copy of Witch Weekly in front of him, opened to a column labeled "I'm Dating a Werewolf, But My Parents Don't Understand". He looked up from his magazine and smiled at Harry.
"Good morning, Harry. Did you sleep well?" he asked his surrogate godson. Harry covered a yawn and sat down next to the wolf.
"It was alright. I had a funny dream last night," he said casually.
Remus gave him a, Well-unless-you-think-I-can-read-minds-you-ought-to-tell-me-looks.
"Well, I was walking in a forest, I think it was the Forbidden Forest, and out of nowhere pops Voldie and about twelve D. E's. So he starts babbling about how he needs to get rid of the mudblood scum and blah blah blah, then suddenly, he's holding a bag of popcorn. While he's blathering on about something he finds sooo important, he starts choking on a piece of popcorn. And then he kicks the bucket! JUST LIKE THAT! I mean, the guy just starts stuffing his face like a pill-popper and he CHOKES on a piece of popcorn. How lame is that!"
"... Well, that must've been... disappointing," Remus said, not really understanding what to say in a situation like this. The toaster sounded and Draco yelled in frustration as burned waffles escaped the muggle contraption.
"Remy! This damn thing burned my breakfast," the blond pouted, nibbling on his bottom lip. Harry stared as the silky little appendage was chewed into red submission. Licking his own dry lips, Harry choked back a moan as Draco's pink tongue darted out to lick the irritated lip.
Really, Harry didn't hate the blond boy. In fact, he hadn't since third year, when he saw him almost get trampled by Buckbeak. In the split second that the hippogriff was on the blond, Harry's heart had skipped a beat. And that had started the inner myriad of emotions towards the Slytherin Ice Prince.
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A/N: And now for a big thanks to my reviewers. You guys keep me going. THANKS!
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Fear of Apathy: Yes, the story is after the song "The Lunacy Phringe" and the chapters will more than likely be named after all of the songs off of In Love and Death. As for the nails thing, my mate Talon does that. It's a thing that will more than likely be part of all my fics, just because it's an everyday occurrance in my life.
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California smells funny: Odd name. Oh well, I'm a not-so-old Snupin fan, but they just go together so well sometimes. But I like Remius (Remus/Sirius). It's cute, too. And yeah, I'm a The Used fan. Thanks!
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