The Magical tale of the Mischievous Malfoys
Disclaimer: Blargh. I don't own this stuff. I wish I did, but I don't! And no, I'm not gonna pull a Michael Jackson and buy JKR's rights to things when she dies…
With the help of French Silk Ice Cream and Megan's pestering, the fourth chapter is up! I'm gonna write about my dilemma below my story. Ok? Read it, email me with what you think.
Chapter Four: Aprons and A…EMO!
A week in the Weasley household had passed since they journeyed to Diagon Alley. Mrs. Weasley was still not back, but they were doing just fine with Harry's cooking. He was often to be seen with one of Mrs. Weasley's frilly aprons and a chef's hat, cooking up some fine-smelling dish for breakfast, second breakfast, elevenses, luncheon, afternoon tea, dinner, or supper. (Anne: Don't forget dessert! A fine array of cakes, tarts, pies, and puddings.)
Harry had, by now, fallen in love with all the members of the Weasley family, plus Hermione. Hermione enjoyed it thouroughly when he liked HER, however, when he moved on to FredandGeorge, she was less than pleased. Ginny, despite her previous infatuation (and the snogging in book 6), was extremely peeved with the situation.
Ron continued his freestyling, ghetto Shakespeare, and velour-robes-and-bling-wearing. The residents of the Weasley home were getting used to his manner of speaking, and even speaking that way themselves, abandoning all British pretenses.
With 12 hours to go before the train left for Hogwarts, the entire household was in an uproar. Things were being packed, things were being lost, things were being found, and things that no one knew existed were appearing out of nowhere. (Such as, no one knew that Harry had a feather duster before his replacement of Mrs. Weasley took over. He less and less frequently took off the frilly aprons, and took to calling everyone "Dear".) (When Harry wasn't wearing an apron, he donned girl pants and tight, little boys' t-shirts with pictures of superheroes on them. His ugly school shoes were replaced by Converse and Roos. His round glasses were replaced by black, plastic ones, and his hair was messily styled into a Conor Oberst-type arrangement. He was really rather attractive, if you like that sort of thing.)
The flying Ford Anglia had returned, so they took it to Kings' Cross station. They filed out of the car, and ran through the barrier. Ron and Hermione, being prefects, had to go monitor the halls. Ron had abandoned monitoring for good behavior; he was now monitoring for not enough/too much bling. Hermione wasn't really getting ANY monitoring done, as she was busy crying at the twins with her arms wrapped around them.
While all of this was going on, Harry was sitting, alone, in a compartment. He was on the seat, cross-legged, eyes closed, hands on his…. KNEES (what'd you think I was gonna say…?), humming "A Pirate's Life for Me." When Neville poked his head in to see if he could sit down too, Harry quickly sat normally, put headphones on, and looked at Neville with an "I'm too cool to care" glance. Today he was in love with Ginny, and was in an extremely emo mood about it. (That often happened on the days that he was in love with girls.)
Neville, taking no notice, proceeded to prod his toad, Trevor, with his wand gently. With every prod, Trevor's appearance changed slightly. One moment he was purple. The next, he had large boils. The next, his eyes were as big as his head, and so on. Harry was watching bemusedly when Ginny came in to check on Harry. He flung himself at her feet, saying things like "I would die without you" and "Forgive me, I don't deserve you."
When Ginny left, Neville gave Harry a compassionate prod on the shoulder with his wand. Harry leapt up, and with the exclamation of, "I FEEL MUCH BETTER!" sprinted out of the compartment after Ginny.
OOOH. CLIFFHANGER. WHAT REALLY HAPPENED! I'll tell you when I'm not too lazy to write about it.
OK! My dilemma: Should Harry have a bit of slash-y feelings going on? (For real, not as part of his spell. Is the apron really a sign? …Stuff like that.) In other words, should he be a bit queer? He's emo, that's for sure. Sometimes he likes girls. But I just can't bring myself to make him totally gay. Maybe he could just be metrosexual. Email me!
