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The Honorary Glitter-Filled Chapter
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Hermione trudged up the stairs, sniffing lightly as she fell upon Ginny's bed in the girl's dorms. She let her brown hair fan out across her face as she tried desperately to ignore the yelling from below.
"…Stop…NO!"
"…Didn't say…approve…not bad…MALFOY?"
"…Draco…don't…leave…Hospital…"
And then the words she'd been hearing most often, usually said by a now unusually silenced green-eyed boy. Not shouted, but spoken calmly, and yet in the calmness of the late evening it floated up quite clearly for her to hear.
"He hates me."
Hermione shivered through the cover she'd crawled under. A week of self-denial and Harry was already starting to scare her. Draco had woken up only three hours after passing out, but had for some reason refused to speak to Harry, as well as any of the Gryffindors.
As the sound of a far off dormitory door slammed, Hermione sighed and tried to pretend she didn't know what would happen. She didn't know Ron was going to stand in the common room, red as a beet and fuming until he turned tail and stalked out of the common room. She didn't know Ginny would quietly retreat to the darkest recesses of the library and think about the past, those sinister times, or go speak to Blaise.
And she, Hermione, would be left to muse over this problem in all her spare time; the one equation she couldn't solve.
She'd found herself scribbling it down on a scrap of paper when Seamus had been talking to Neville about it, and she'd overheard him say it.
Harry Potter + Draco Malfoy True (Enough) Love.
Smiling lightly, Hermione tapped the side of her head. The brains in there were sure to get a workout this year, and she wasn't saying anything about NEWTS.
"Oh, God, Malfoy, go die."
"Ok."
Theodore exchanged a look with Pansy and nodded. The brunette tried out her hand. "Oh, Drakey-poo, I LOOOOOOOOOVE YOU!" She threw herself prostrate at the boy's feet, wincing a little as she hit the ground.
No explosion came, just a queer look that soon disappeared.
"Ok."
Theodore growled. "You know, now I'm starting to wish he really would go die." Pansy let a small smile flit across her face, but Draco, curled up like a cat on the couch, said nothing.
The section of wall hiding the Slytherin common rooms slid open, and Carleigh and Chloris stepped through. Theodore offered them a wave, which they returned.
"Any luck yet?" Carleigh asked, glancing over at the blonde. Chloris only looked at the Slytherin Head Boy, before hiding a smile behind her hands.
"None. But we got him to put whatever spell it is he's using on his fangs to cover them up. At least on Monday he's starting classes again." Pansy answered, rapping lightly on the side of Draco's chair, never daring to actually touch the boy.
There was a moment of silence, before Chloris shrugged. "I've got to go find something. A book. Maybe I'll see you later?" And she walked away. Everyone watched her go, and Draco's eyes became clear and focused. He growled.
"Expire, puerile and infantile justification intended for a child."
Pansy half-gaped, half-grinned at the soft accusation, while Theodore clapped loudly. Carleigh looked back at her twin sister, shocked, until Chloris smirked triumphantly, clasping her hands innocently as she explained.
"Anger is the one thing that gets through to him."
"A wonder he hasn't killed anyone, yet." Theo commented lightly. Draco rolled his eyes, and then sighed.
"We're Slytherins, right?" He waited until they all nodded. "Slytherins don't back down. We aren't submissive. We're cunning, sly, and never the losers, no matter what it takes. Are we in agreement?"
No hesitation came before the round of nods. Draco smiled thinly.
"Very good."
The next day, Ginny giggled as she scooted back against the windowsill. She was sitting on one of the high ones, just across from the Great Hall. Blaise was lying next to her, making several brightly colored objects pop up next to him every few seconds or so. Ginny turned to him, brown eyes solemn.
"We've got the water ones?"
He nodded, poking the water balloon next to him, sea-blue eyes twinkling good-naturedly. "Yep. They'll never know what hit 'em."
"And the special ones? They are coming down for a late breakfast, right? Only Theo knows for Draco…" Ginny fretted again. Blaise was quick to reassure her she was right, but Ginny began chewing on a lock of her hair thoughtfully.
"Mayhaps we should just knock them out and stuff them in Hagrid's hut for a few days?" She missed Blaise's lips curving into a smile, but he stifled it quickly and said as seriously as he could:
"Yes, I suppose we could. But Ginny, then we'd have to elope before the suggested date, as our imminent deaths would be soon in arriving."
Ginny shoved him, scowling. "Sod off."
"Your acumen surprises me, Ginevra." Blaise just narrowly avoided dying by the arrival of a chattering group of people; Harry, Seamus, Neville, Dean and Ron were walking down the hallway.
"…I swear, Harry, if we get breakfast early it'll be good for you! You'll have time to build a whole volcano this time!"
"Seamus, shut up, I didn't realize it was taking shape till Ron ate it."
Ginny stifled a laugh as she noticed that everyone except Harry was slowing down. The Boy-Who-Is-Oblivious, however, didn't until it was too late.
"Guys? Why're we—"
"Bonzai, 'Arry Potter!" Blaise called, and sent the water balloons zooming with his wand. They landed with loud plashing noises, and Blaise suppressed a smile as he saw Harry pull his sopping wet robes up, suddenly furious and waving his fist.
"You're about to die, Zabini! I'll kill you, so help me Merlin I will!" He took out his wand but Blaise was saved by Ginny, who stuck her head out.
"I'm sorry, Harry, but remember we still love you!" She spirited the 'special' balloons out over Harry's head, watching them fall and hit the Gryffindor just as Draco and Co. rounded the corner.
All went silent as Harry Potter, the Wizarding World's savior, held up a damp hand. It was—shining, of all things, and Harry slowly turned to look up at the window.
"What," he said quietly. "What may I ask, called for glitter?"
Harry raised his wand and shouted a spell, watching in grim satisfaction as the remnants of green and silver glitter collected with the water and split into two, hitting both Blaise and Ginny as well as Seamus, Ron and Neville.
The groups (Blaise and Ginny jumping down from the window) sputtered and knocked into each other, attempting to find their way around while Harry grinned, flipped his wand idly and then stuck it back into his robes. He turned, ready to walk away, but was stopped by the cold mercury orbs staring back at him.
"Potter."
M—m—m…
Harry couldn't bring himself to say it, and Draco saw that. He cocked his head to the side, his gaze boring a hole into Harry's own. "What's the matter, Potter? Ferret got your tongue?"
Harry blushed at the subtle implication to their kiss a week before. "I'm just fine." He said finally. "Are you feeling any better? I truly am sorry, I—"
"Shut it, Potter." Harry winced and Draco felt the knife start twisting in his stomach, but he steeled himself from the pain. "I don't need apologies from you."
"W—w—hat?" Harry stuttered. Draco leaned closer to him.
"You heard me," he said softly. "I don't need you. I've been living just fine without you, why should I suddenly need you now?"
Harry's eyes narrowed. "I was just trying to help!" He said venomously.
"Well, don't."
Gripping his knuckles and still replaying the events of their last fight in his mind, Harry kept his voice down. "You're just too proud to accept it, Malfoy." Slowly, tauntingly, he dragged out the last few words. "You can't live without me."
Draco nearly lunged at him, swaying on his toes in the end. "Potter, you have no idea what you mean."
"You know what, Malfoy?" Harry sneered. "Maybe you're the one with no idea."
Behind Draco, Pansy had been biting her lip and twisting a strand of her dark hair around a finger. At Harry's last comment, though, Pansy's eyes flared and she took on an ugly face.
"Potter, do shut up." She snapped, shocking everyone there. "This is beginning to become like some sort of game to you, isn't it? Sidestep Draco, walk away, come back and claim you're sorry—then do it again, having him come near to death every day!"
Draco had a smug look on his face as Pansy had been talking, but then she suddenly whirled on him, jabbing and accusing finger. "And you!"
"Me?" Draco asked, bewildered. Behind him, Theo and Carleigh snickered.
"Yes, you!" Pansy threw her hands up in exasperation. "I'd like to know something, Draco. When you refused to talk to us, what did you think that would solve? Are you crazy? We were worried sick, and the most you could say was O-Freaking-K!"
"Potter!" She said, turning back to the slightly amused Harry. "Where's Granger?" At his guilty look, a condescending smile appeared on her face. "You SEE? She's run off, just like I should be doing! GODS, am I a GOOD FRIEND or WHAT?"
She suddenly took off down the hall, muttering angrily as she stalked in the general (and very vague) direction of the library, with absolute silence behind her.
Then, "She's right you know."
Harry turned to see a red-faced Ron still trying his best to take the sticky combination of glitter and water off his face. "Harry, you're my best mate and everything but you have been driving us all a bit batty with this. I'm gonna go find Hermione."
Seamus' lips quirked in a smile and he feigned (rather badly, too) innocence as he grabbed hold of Neville's and Dean's arms. "Well, sorry mate, but we have prior appointments holding us up."
"Like what?" Harry demanded as Seamus began dragging the two protesting boys down the hallway. "LIKE WHAT, FINNEGAN!"
Seamus only looked back once. "Oh, girls, maybe a few guys, whipped cream," he said, soliciting a blush from Harry. "That sort of thing! Maybe a little bit of chocolate too! See ya!"
"FINNEGAN!" Harry roared.
"I can't hear you!"
Panting a little and furious, Harry whirled around to say something, but suddenly found Draco was in the same position as he. Blaise had linked arms with Ginny and was bowing.
"My fair Slytherin Prince, ruler of all that is evil and pointless and such and so on and so forth, etc… The Lady Ginevra and I have an extremely important engagement to uphold which we absolutely cannot miss!"
"What engagement?" Draco asked, more than a little ticked off.
Blaise blinked owlishly. "Your Highness, didn't you hear me? An ENGAGEMENT. Oh, I'm sorry, you didn't get your invite? That—"
Ginny smacked Blaise upside the head and glared at Draco. "What he means to say is that we have a chess game."
"Still?" Draco said, eyes widening.
"He keeps beating me." Ginny sulked.
"I keep beating her." Blaise gloated.
They exchanged an odd look before Ginny rolled her eyes and started off down the hall, taking Blaise with her and ignoring Draco's indignant noise from behind her. Theodore looked at his friend and sighed.
"See now, Drakey-poo-face? This is what happens when you let your friends screw with your love life. This is why I've never, ever let slip whom I'm dating to any of you." He turned, as though about to leave, but then looked over his shoulder. "Oh, and by the way—today's a Saturday. Spend it wisely!"
Draco gaped at his friend, before letting his mouth shut with a small clacking sound. He very, very slowly, circled to face Harry. "Well?" He said, suddenly weary. "Can you just gloat so I can go?"
Harry looked surprised. "You would think, Malfoy, that it would be you."
Draco winced. "Don't call me Malfoy."
"Why?" Harry asked, genuinely curious. "I've always called you Malfoy, Malfoy."
Draco winced again. "It's not me," he said, through gritted teeth. "But this damned Urian side of me is getting pretty upset."
Oh.
The-Boy-Who-Is-Schizo-Pyscho immediately took a step forward, pressing a hand to Draco's abdomen, eyes shining with worry and all previous anger forgotten.
"Does it hurt here?" he asked, misinterpreting Draco's gasp.
The blonde's eyes were almost comically wide at Harry's sudden motion. He unconsciously leaned closer before pulling back sharply, causing Harry to jerk his hand away. Draco's eyes narrowed as his sense came back to him.
"Don't touch me again, Potter," he hissed, and nearly fell over as a fresh barrage of pain assaulted his defenses, which had been let down for the briefest of moments. Harry looked taken aback before the same cynical look he'd had on his face before came back.
"Malfoy, you snobby, arrogant prick! Why can't you just accept that someone wants to help you for once! I didn't ask for this either, you know!"
Draco took a step back, nearly in agony from the hurt that was all over his body now, all because Harry was mad at him, Harry was angry and shouting at him. Harry had just taken a step towards him.
"Malfoy, what I want you to do is to stop and listen for one day, and listen good, ok? I DON'T HATE YOU. I hate things about you, but that's it! You're such a pompous, snotty brat at times, but I know you have a heart, Ginny wouldn't have become friends with you otherwise, I'm sure."
Draco stumbled as he fell to his knees, whimpering slightly, but Harry didn't seem to notice as he kept on his rant, hair now wonderfully mussed and eyes sparkling with rage. The glitter was only adding to the effect, making it seem as if Harry was shining, and his clothes were now only slightly damp.
"Malfoy, I realize you don't want this, and neither do I."
Ouch. That one hurt, and Draco's eyes widened at the zing of pain that shot through his stomach. He clutched at it, one hand on the floor as he panted heavily, attempting to stave off the pain. Harry noticed this (GODS, FINALLY) and dropped to his side, worried again.
"Oh, damn it all." He breathed, and without really thinking, he pushed Draco against the wall and forced his hand underneath the silken black shirt, prodding lightly at the skin underneath. Draco's breath hitched, both from the force of the impact and the intimate touch of Harry's lightly caressing fingers.
"Does it hurt here?" The Gryffindor asked again softly, eyes still on the expanse of pale skin he was finding it hard not to become infatuated with.
Draco didn't answer, and when Harry looked up he only caught a bit of that intense mercury gaze before he was suddenly preoccupied with something else—Draco's lips on his own.
This time the kiss was intense, with Draco's tongue demanding entry almost immediately. Harry let it in willingly, searching with his own for the fangs (the spell had, for some reason, faded off) he was starting to love. Lightly, Draco nibbled on Harry's lower lip, grazing it softly with his fangs.
"Draco…" Harry murmured against his mouths as their breaths intertwined, and the blonde responded by pulling the green-eyed boy closer, and deepening their kiss. Draco found himself euphoric, delighted by the little noises of pleasure Harry was making, and he wrapped his arms around the other boy's waist, pushing their two bodies closer together, making every slight movement seem as though the world had shifted. Neither of them heard the ripping noise, but they separated briefly as Draco's wings surrounded them, as though it were a makeshift cocoon.
Draco, cheeks still red-tinged, leaned his forehead on Harry's. The other boy blushed, but it didn't make much difference on his already red features. "I'm sorry," the Slytherin whispered, suddenly emotional.
"For what?" Harry said breathlessly, even though he knew exactly what the other boy was walking about. Draco gesticulated (a little wildly) at the area around them, which was dim from the shade of the wings.
"For—for this. For everything." He lowered his head, coloring a little. "I guess—I guess I haven't been the greatest person for these past few years."
"Dam straight." Harry couldn't resist adding.
Draco's head shot up, a glimmer of surprise in his eyes and a smile hovering round his face before he sobered again. "Yeah…yeah… The thing is, I'm not taking it lightly that I have to become submissive. Not at all, Potter." The last bit was said a bit sharply, and Harry waved a hand disarmingly. He leaned back before remembering the wings, but found them to be supporting his weight quite fully. Draco didn't seem to notice as Harry replied.
"I won't take advantage of you, Malfoy. That is, not if you don't try to take advantage of me." Draco seemed confused, and Harry elaborated. "You saw how sorry I felt for you. I'm the compassionate Gryff, right? Always helping around?"
Draco snorted lightly. "Compassionate, sure. Attacking me for a fruit was way compassionate."
Harry rolled his eyes. "You went after it too! And besides, I thought Ginny might have warned you I'm a strawberry fiend. It looks like she and Hermione knew well enough we were going to get paired."
Draco pinched the bridge of his nose thoughtfully. "These girls are too smart for their own good. Mayhaps we should try and be rid of them? Ginevra especially. She—wears me out."
Harry laughed, and Draco smiled. He reached over and brushed some of the strands of black from the Gryffindor's eyes, marveling at the intensity of their gaze. Harry broke him out of his ponderings.
"Er…Malfoy?"
"Yeah."
"You have…glitter on your lips."
READ THIS! PLEAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSEEEE:
Hokay! Now that I have the characters, mindless fluff, rather obvious pairings and such set up, I can very much safely say HappyTime!Hogwarts is gone, Smart!Harry is now permantly starring, GreatkyAngeredAndMNeverSubmissiveAndYetNotDominant!Draco is also here, as well as a whole new slew of characters. The plot is emerging, the world is going crazy, and--gasp--what's this? Yes, Lucius "Luscious" Malfoy shall be making an appearence. And someone calls him Lucy. (Note: That last part is copyrighted, to ME! YAY!)
So my long and stretched out point is, this ficlet may now properly begin!
On Another (Endless) Note:
Fluff-filled ending for all y'all Luckster Ducksters.
GUESS WHAT? Ceeeeeeeeeeeellllllllphone! Cellphhhhhhhhhhhoooooooooooonnnnnnnnneeeeee!
Yes, a new, blue, totally cool CCCCEEEEEEELLLLLLLPPHHHHOOONNNNEE!
Now, then, whose paying for the almsot twelve hours worth of minutes I
spent chatting and telling people about it? Not to mention, texting.
(Sweatdrop.) Mayhaps, the CELLLLPPHHHHHONE will be gone sooner than I
think so.
Bonzai and Luffles to ya: Shania Maxwell, Dreaming-Sensations, MagicChic82, DestinyEntwinements, luv-blonde-bunny, Yana5, acr (...you just wanted to get some songadelic snogging in there, didn't ya? JK!) Hoshiko Malfoy, firefairy42 (Hecks yeah this is Seventh Year! I'm sorry, sixth year with them scares me. I can barely write a whole year!) lemonkissesxoxo, xxaishiteru, Danish Pastry 28, Master Elora Dannon (Your suggestion has been conisdered and approved. By the way, methinks your quote shall show up in the next chap!) berserkgoddess, the marauders are mine
(What an absolute COINKY-DINK! (insert giggle) Just this morning, Nikki
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