Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. However, his whole persona (and general sexiness, as well as Draco Malfoy's) was wholly determined by me.
Wake
up
My love
Never thought you'd make me, break me
Now I'm up
from below
Such a brilliant star you are
And will your love
keep burning baby
Burn a hole right through my eyes
All these
short times feel like no time
I thought you ought to know
I'm
so far gone now I been running on empty
I'm so far gone now
Do
you wanna take me on?
-Lunacy Fringe- The Used
Lying Is The Most Fun A Boy Can Have Without Dying
issalee
Draco was dreaming.
He was five again, wearing loafers and a uniform consisting of blue slacks and a white collared shirt. His hair was messy and un-gelled, and he was standing by himself on a corner.
Narcissa Malfoy was sitting inside of a café, giggling and fluttering her eyelashes charmingly as Lucius and another man with pure white hair spoke to them. Draco was left outside, standing on that corner, with strict orders not to move "or else".
The hours crept by, until the three finally stood up and walked out. They shook hands, and the white-haired man offered Narcissa a kiss on the cheek and hand. Lucius' eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. Draco waved a little as his mother, praying desperately for her attention.
Narcissa spotted him and prepared to cross the street, but Lucius held her back as the white-haired man took his leave. He said something angry to her, Draco could tell, and when she answered back coolly, he suddenly reached out and slapped her.
Time seemed to slow.
Draco clutched the fire hydrant next to him, eyes wide as he watched his mother sag. Lucius took her hand and smirked, saying something else. Narcissa Disapparated, most likely back to the manor. Shivering, Draco waited as his father crossed the street and approached him.
Lucius Malfoy knelt and pushed his son's messy bangs back. "We must buy you gel, Draconis." He muttered. Draco nodded, hoping against hope that nothing bad would happen to him. Lucius must have noticed, because his eyes softened.
"Draco…son…look at me." The boy complied, and when Lucius saw the fear evident in the young boy's eyes, he winced a little, than grew cold again.
"I will not have you be weak, Draconis! Your mother coddles you, and in this world, coddling is not what you need! You will be hurt!" He stood, breathing a little faster now. "Draconis, understand, this world is not the real one! You must aim higher, higher, higher! You must govern yourself!"
Draco nodded, even though he didn't understand anything. He was shocked when his father grabbed his chin roughly and forced steel gray to meet baby blue.
"You have no choice in your life, Draconis. Everything you build will decay and fall down; every love you have will never last. Didn't your mother prove that just now?" The last words were said bitterly and with a little regret.
"Daddy?"
Lucius' eyes were elsewhere, gazing over his son's head. "It's Father."
"Father, what do you mean?" Draco was wide-eyed and looking at his father with a gaze of intense curiosity.
Lucius returned the gaze, only with intense pain. "We're changing, Draconis. I will no longer be the same father I wanted to be to you. Your mother will no longer be the same mother she was to you. She knows me no more…and the Dark Lord has decreed you to be a special, special little boy."
Even more inquisitive now, Draco prodded his father along silently. Lucius raised his eyes. "Everything will fall down, Draco. But you have to build it up. Understand?" When he looked down, the same cold, calculating look was there, as if he was attempting to form a plan to murder him right there.
"Yes." The boy whispered. Lucius stepped back, glaring at the hand on which his wedding finger rested. He looked up briefly, and Draco was surprised to see tears brimming in his father's ears.
"We're changing," Lucius whispered. "And you're not. Why is that, Draco?" And then he was gone. The little boy stood in silence for a moment, wondering how he was going to get home. But then he sat down in the cold, chilly air, and waited.
The next morning, his mother, who was sporting a light bruise under her eye, shook him awake. She was glancing around as though searching for someone, before she pushed him up and down the street.
"Mama?" Draco said, shaking the wet from his hair. His mother didn't say anything, still hurrying him along, but he continued anyways. "Mama, everything falls down, but I can build it up. I'm not changing, Mama!"
Narcissa Malfoy stopped, and in the middle of the street, fell to her knees and sobbed on her toddler's shoulder.
Hermione and Ron were seated at breakfast next to each other, each silently wondering where their friend was, but never daring to voice the question aloud in the hopes that it remained less real that way.
"Ron," Hermione said suddenly, and under her breath. "I've been wondering, why did you accept Harry's position with Draco so quickly?"
The redhead picked at his food, eyes never straying from his own plate. Hermione was beginning to wonder if he either hadn't heard her or was blatantly ignoring her when he suddenly held up his fork and twirled it between his fingers. Then, he stabbed a piece of bacon with it.
"This is us," Ron said quietly. "You, me, and Harry. All one piece." He picked up some syrup and dipped it all into the plate. "Here's You-Know-Who and all his lackeys and all the problems that pop up every other minute…they're trapping us, especially here in the middle, where Harry is."
Hermione was quiet as Ron picked up his fork again and cut the bacon into pieces, putting a slice of egg in between each of them. "This is us, if we let Malfoy separate us. See, the syrup is spreading into the bacon, especially the middle."
Ron let the food drop, and smiled a little shakily. "I figure this is the way we'll end up if I let Malfoy do that. Harry's my best mate, and he's never let me go even all those times I was awful to him—like during the Triwizard Tournament."
"You were being a bastard."
Ron stared for a moment, open-mouthed, before snorting indignantly. "Hey! I was young and stupid! I've grown," he added, a touch proudly. Hermione grinned.
"Nice analogy, Ronald. Where'd you get it from?"
"Eh…Ginny's actually a very nice sister, even when she's screaming at you at the same time." Hermione's eyes widened, and she was about to laugh when a commotion at the Head table distracted her.
Dumbledore was standing up, his face creased in a frown. Outside, visible from the windows, a light blue array of sparks was shooting up from the sky. Snape and McGonagall were up as well, but he made a discreet motion. McGonagall's lips pursed and she sat back down, glaring icily at the students in the Hall as if it were their fault she had to stay there while Dumbledore and Snape disappeared into a side door.
"What was that about?" Seamus commented as he chewed on his toast.
Dean smacked him on the arm; apparently, it had been his toast. As he took another slice and buttered it, he stated lightly, "Nothing important, probably."
Lavender Brown gave up her efforts to coax Hermione into getting a makeover and nodded miserably. "This school is so boring! With Dumbledore as Headmaster, nothing ever goes wrong."
"I hope it stays that way," Ron muttered.
"BLAST!"
A loud bang.
"BLOOD, BLAST AND FIRE!"
Another bang. Lucius Malfoy winced and rubbed at his ears as he watched his younger sister rage. She had changed immediately after arriving at the manor, and burned the ones she had been wearing before. They had been contaminated, but by what she wouldn't say.
"I take it the meeting with Draco didn't go well?" Bellatrix slipped into the seat next to him. They were in the large meeting parlor of the Manor, which had two doors and several chairs set up along a long table. Tynan was screaming as she blasted at a poor house-elf, who was dodging her blows with fright.
Lucius noted the gaunt way Bellatrix looked, but didn't comment on it. "The boy is not right in his mind, she says. Claims he hasn't found his mate and is probably being driven mad by it."
"Quite common for some to be mad."
Lucius looked at her sharply from the corner of his eyes, but she was staring at her wrists. They were covered by the long sleeves of the dresses she had taken to wearing to these days. Tynan herself was wearing one now, but that was because it was a special occasion.
A loud bell rang somewhere in the distance, and Tynan looked up, face still contorted with rage. Quietly, she passed a hand over her visage and snapped her fingers. The house-elf disappeared gratefully, and her face once more became cool and impassive, pale and untouchable as she took a seat just when the door open.
Rodolphus Lestrange strode in, eyes going immediately for his wife. She didn't look up, and he didn't betray any emotions as he sat down.
"Welcome, our new Dark Lord." Lucius spoke first, keeping the idle anger from his voice. Bellatrix looked up, and inwardly cursed. Her husband had averted his gaze from her to Tynan, who was smiling contritely at him.
"Oh, Rodolphus!" she crowed. "I've heard so much from you! I expect you've heard that Bella and I are like sisters, right?" Bellatrix forced a smile as her husband tore his gaze away from Tynan, as though questioning her.
"I believe it is time to plan." Rodolphus said, laying his wand on the table so he could reach it quickly. "We need a powerful ruler, and as I have been chosen—"
"You haven't."
Complete silence reigned for a moment before Rodolphus looked over at Tynan, who had spoken, a furious expression on his face. "Excuse me?"
"You haven't been chosen." Tynan said, still smiling. "The Death Eater's still don't know your identity." She rose, walking over to him and falling into his lap, cradling his head in her hands. Bellatrix stared, the madness and want for blood superimposing the need to protect. Lucius merely smirked.
Rodolphus, however, was confused. "Don't—know? But they're to be alerted…"
"Hush!" Tynan giggled, placing a finger against his lips. "We have bigger business to get down to…choosing the actual new Dark Lord." She removed the finger from his lips and placed two on his eyes, closing them. "But we must keep our eyes closed."
"Why is that?"
"Because, darling, dearest man," Tynan whispered. "Bad things happen in the daylight." She pressed her hand to his throat and his eyes flew open. Rodolphus never had a chance to protest as she smothered his mouth with her own.
"Avada Kedavra…" she said against his mouth. The hand on his throat glowed green, and he fell back. Tynan leapt back neatly, kicking at the body with evident scorn and wiping her mouth with disgust.
"Lucius, get an elf to clean that up. I'm going to get washed and prepare for the announcement of the new—oh, wait. I mean you," she said mockingly. Lucius smirked, a hand under his chin.
"Oh, sister dear, I have no doubt you will be rid of me soon. I suggest you make my last moments happy ones." He rose and swept out of the room imperiously, with Tynan a step behind him.
Bellatrix was alone in the room, and she pushed her black hair back from her eyes before looking down at the dead man that used to be her husband. Her eyes were heavily hooded, and she would have been called beautiful now had it not been for her voice. It betrayed her madness effectively, in the way that it rose and fell on some words.
She pushed the chair back and stood up, walking to the body. She leaned down and closed Rodolphus's eyes, shaking her head.
"You should have kept your eyes closed!" she hissed, and leaned down to give him a kiss.
She left without looking back.
Harry shot up, blinking back the sleep from his eyes. Immediately, a hand pushed him down, and he could hear Madame Pomfrey's voice saying something to him. "…here, it's good for you." She pressed a bottle into his hands, and as he became aware of his surroundings (the Hospital Wing? Again!) he drank it back.
Immediately, his eyesight cleared. Harry automatically reached for his glasses and put them on, effectively reducing the blurry images. A weight was resting on his left foot, and when he reached down to pull it off, he found a cast on it. Sighing mournfully, he looked back up. Madame Pomfrey was vanishing the bottle. Behind her, he could see Dumbledore speaking in low tones to Snape.
Harry took what he believed to be a surreptitious glance around, but Madame Pomfrey noticed. She rolled her eyes and pointed out each bed in turn as she explained their injuries.
"Blaise Zabini—merely exhaustion, my boy, he was up all night. Pansy Parkinson nearly suffocated, just sleeping now. Theodore Nott…well, we still haven't seen him awake, so we're not sure what we're going to do with him."
"And Draco?" Harry asked, when the nurse hesitated. She seemed unconfident, and Harry was suddenly struck by how tired she looked.
"He's definitely giving us a run for our money. All the blood he's lost can be in no way good for him, and the Urian in him is resisting any blood we're giving him."
"Will he die?" Harry didn't know why everything had just gotten so cold, but he prayed it would get warm again soon. These hopes were dashed when Madame Pomfrey's eyes glittered with unshed tears and she walked away quickly, muttering something about changing the bedpans.
Harry was about to swing his legs over the bed and bolt for Draco's, cast or not, when Dumbledore was suddenly next to him. "Stay in bed."
Harry obeyed, dazed. The Headmaster had never spoken to him like that before—what was up? "Mr. Zabini has informed me of the happenings of yesterday morning, as has Miss Parkinson up until the point she was knocked out at. Would you like to add anything?"
Harry did, oh-so-badly. He wanted to inform his professor of everything that had happened, but he had learned when to hold his tongue. "Sir, please. Can I know what happened to Draco first? Is he going to be alright?"
"He'll be as fine as anyone who's ever known you can be, Potter." Sneered a familiar voice. Severus Snape stepped up behind Dumbledore; brow creased in what seemed to be anger but was probably concern for his godson.
Harry was suddenly consumed with rage. "You!" he said, pointing a spiteful finger at his professor. "You probably covered for that woman! You evil, conniving—"
Dumbledore cut off Harry's rant with a wave of his hand. "Mr. Potter, I am well aware of Severus' part in the matter. What he did was not the right choice, correct, but he has more than made up for it. I believe you wanted to know of Master Malfoy's position?"
Harry, torn between two alternatives, said nothing for a moment. But then his greater want won and he nodded miserably. Dumbledore's countenance became grave.
"He has lost much blood. Some part of his aunt's spell was aimed directly for you, and he threw himself in front of it. His arm hit the tree trunk first, and by the time we found you, both of you had passed out with the pain. Mr. Malfoy's Urian side if not accepting any medicines and is trying to recover on its own, but that won't happen. He needs blood, Harry, if he wants to survive."
"But what do—" Harry began, before his eyes widened.
Oh.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, as though amused. "You know what you have to do already, Harry? But only if you are willing, understand."
"…don't give a damn if he's willing…" Snape's muttering was heard.
Harry grinned, a little worriedly.
"I'm all for it, Professor."
Dumbledore nodded. "Good, good. Now, will you tell us what happened between you and Mistress Malfoy, Harry?" The Gryffindor complied, feeling a little uneasy only when he left out the part about his parents.
Some things were better left unspoken.
The next day found Harry was sitting on the edge of his bed, fingering the crutches next to him unsteadily. Madame Pomfrey had been too busy with the others, especially Draco, to do anything about his leg until it was too late for magic to fix everything. He would have to wear the cast and use the crutches to keep the bone in place. In actuality, Harry was attempting to ignore the fact that he was totally alone in the Hospital Wing, save for the bed next to him, where one pale, unmoving Draco Malfoy lay. Madame Pomfrey had all but forced a sleeping draught down his throat, and when he had awoken that morning Blaise was gone. Pansy was waling gingerly on her newly-healed ankle, casting worried glances at Theodore, who had still not awoken and was later moved to what Harry supposed was a private suite.
The Gryffindor was in the process of standing up on one wobbly foot, attempting to use his new secondary appendages when the doors were flung open. Hermione was across the room in a trice, standing over him with a chiding look upon her face.
"Harry James Potter!" she said, the color rising in her cheeks. "How dare you leave us alone without telling us anything! Ooh, if Ginny hadn't told us after hearing from Blaise—" The threat hung empty in the air, as did Harry's head. It hung, I mean. It wasn't empty…I think.
Behind Hermione came Ron's sheepish face, followed up by Seamus, grinning jovially. "We ditched 'em somewhere in the fourth turn, an' on me 'eart I swear I saw 'Mione stunning 'em!"
"They were…going to tell the Headmaster…" Hermione said guiltily, wringing her hands. "I didn't want to get in trouble—and I didn't stun them, Seamus! I merely…er…leg-locked them, and then cast a silencing spell. They'll be fine."
"Unless some Slytherin happens upon them, in which case they're screwed. Ginny, at least." Harry enjoyed the way Ron's face colored at this revelation and the slack-jawed look on Hermione's visage before laughing.
"I missed you guys in the near twenty-four hour period I was here for!" Hermione scowled and tapped him under the chin with her balled-up fist.
"Don't joke, Harry. Ron very nearly wet himself wondering where you were."
"… What!"
"And you shouldn't go running off like that and attempting to die, Harry!" she said, pointedly ignoring Ron. Then her eyes narrowed. "And I'd like to know just what in the hell you were doing! From what I've heard, you had that Malfoy woman with your wand at her throat. Harry, just because Voldemort's dead it doesn't mean you can lower your guard!"
Harry gaped, as realization hit him. Tynan had been powerless and he…had a wand. A wand. "Oh, Circe, I'm going to burn in Hades…" he moaned pitifully.
"Yes, Harry, yes you will." Hermione once again ignored the looks the three boys sent her. "You should have Stunned her, at the least! Gotten in a few good hits! Harry, for Merlin's sake, you're gay! There's no way in all of Hades that you were distracted just by that woman's features."
Harry squirmed uncomfortably, thinking about what Tynan had showed him in tha palm of her hand before he replied. "I have the feeling she would have dodged it anyway, 'Mione. She's just that good…and I'm sorry, really I am, and I swear I'll try harder next time! But—er—don't you guys have Potions right now?"
"With the bloody Slytherins!" Ron cried, throwing his hands in the air. Seamus' eyes lit up as he stared dreamily at the cling.
"Well, some of those Slytherins I wouldn't mind screaming bloody murder for…if you catch my drift…ow!" Seamus rubbed his head ruefully where Hermione had hit him with her knapsack. She turned back to Harry, apparently calm now that she had managed to take out her anger.
"You," she said, poking him in the chest. "You will be seeing us very soon, Harry James. We'll be coming back immediately after dinner, and don't think you can weasel your way out of this one—sorry, Ron."
She flipped her hair over the shoulder and grabbed both boys by the arm and dragged them out, berating both of them as they exited waving frantic goodbyes to Harry. The green-eyed boy grinned, shaking his head as he glanced over at Draco. The blonde had gone unnoticed and slept through all of it.
"You know something?" Harry said, rising once more with the aid of his crutches. "I think Hermione's just become so worried now she doesn't think if she acts like herself it'll help." He hobbled uncertainly over to the armchair conveniently situated next to Draco's bed, and sat down in it. "I think she's just acting mad because she can. Maybe she's been spending too much time with you, Head Boy."
The ghost of a smile flitted over Harry's face as he reached out a hand to push the bangs back from Draco's face, then immediately withdrew it. "Then again, we've all been spending a lot of time with you. What am I going to do?" Harry buried his head in his hands, more for theatrical effect than anything else.
You could start by removing the damn crutches from my chest.
Harry started back, eyes wide. Draco was blinking wearily up at him, and had an equally puzzled expression on his face. "What's got you in such a tizzy, Potter?" His voice was too faint to hold any malevolence whatsoever, but it's meaning got by.
"Did you just—talk? About the crutches, I mean." Harry blushed as he stuttered horribly, taking the crutches off from where they had slipped onto Draco at the same time. The Slytherin frowned.
"I thought that. I didn't say it out loud."
"But I—heard it." Harry said weakly. "Think something else." He saw Draco's face scrunch up a little with the effort, but heard nothing. "What were you thinking?" he said irritably.
Draco pushed himself up, wincing as he did so. "I was wondering where the bloody nurse had gotten to."
Spoiled snobbish prat, thought Harry idly. Draco looked at him sharply.
"I am not!" he protested, and then blinked owlishly. A shamefaced smile made its way across his face. "You didn't say that, did you?"
"I think we have to be thinking direct things about the other," Harry replied offhandedly. "I suppose it's another bond." The Gryffindor missed the frown on the other boy's face as he closed his eyes, preparing for his next comment.
"Malfoy?"
"What, Potter?"
"You've lost a lot of blood."
"No, it's actually colored water."
Harry opened his eyes, cocking his head to the side. "How can you be such an arrogant prick? You're practically dying!" He instantly regretted saying it, however, when Draco sank back into the pillows, his hair flying around his face a little as he did so.
"I'm so far gone now, what would it matter?"
There was a moment of silence, before Harry reached out a tentative hand and tilted Draco's head towards him. Mercury orbs met emerald ones, as Harry leaned closer and smiled shyly. "You're not gone all the way, though, right?"
Draco automatically leaned into Harry's hold, before stopping just short. He had just realized what the other boy was about to do. "Not falling for it," he muttered. "You've got choices, Potter. Why the fuck do you keep making the wrong ones?"
"What are you talking about?" Harry moved his hand so that it was now tangled in the blond locks. "This is most definitely the right choice."
"You don't like being used."
Harry was shocked; how would he know that? Draco must have seen the confusion, for he offered a faint smirk. "Yeah, I know how you feel, Potter, ooh. It's not like it's not freaking obvious. You're not good at lying; or haven't you noticed?"
Harry mumbled something, and Draco moved a little closer. "What was that Potter?"
"I said," the Gryffindor repeated, color rising in his cheeks, "I did notice, but I try anyway." Draco let out a low chuckle.
"Nice to know you're so cavalier, Potter." Draco closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, it was only to see Harry's eyes right in front of his own.
"Give it up," the Slytherin protested softly. Harry smirked, something so reminiscent of Draco's it sent shivers down both their spines.
"Gryffindors don't give up." He murmured, and then moved in, capturing Draco's lips with his own. Instantly, an urge so strong it nearly seemed natural overtook Draco.
Bite, to bite, to bite it to live…to live is to see…to see is to see him…
Draco opened his mouth in remonstration, but Harry's tongue slipped in, toying with the fangs, touching and pulling back almost in the same instant. The blonde moaned in proverbial ecstasy, straining unconsciously to get closer, and his hands wrapped around the other's waist. Almost in the same moment, Harry pulled back, eyes shining.
"Take my blood," he whispered. Draco met his eyes for a moment, and then placed a gentle kiss on Harry's lips. He wasted no time in moving down to Harry's neck, nuzzling it felinely before opening his mouth and sinking his fangs in, on the exact same spot as the marks before.
The strength began flooding back into him almost instantly as the blood flowed into his mouth and down his throat, both spicy and cold at the same time, unbearably good. It was the nectar of the gods, his ambrosia.
Harry was feeling the same tingling warmth go up and down his spine, paralyzing him on the outside; but on the inside, he was free, melting in and out of some interior spot in his mind. All around him was a falling curtain of something blurry and red—or was it pink? Fuzzy white blobs were there, too, and in the center of this image was the one thing Harry could see with acute vision.
Lily and James Potter were holding up a little baby Harry, about a year old, and as James put Harry on his knee, the boy reached up. He grabbed at a lock of his mother's hair and the locks fell from the messy bun they had been in, all three laughed. They seemed to be in a field of some sort, because they were all sitting on a picnic blanket. Lily was wearing a large straw hat, which instantaneously caught in the wind and floated away. Baby Harry stood as best as he could on his father's knee and reached for the hat, giggling childishly as his fingers caught the rim before the hat soared away, leaving the trio behind.
"Three, Harry, is my lucky number…"
Harry sat up with a start, but something held him back.
"Thank the Gods you're awake, I was starting to get worried…"
The emerald-eyed boy turned over at the whisper. It was dark, and it took him a moment to see it was Draco, who was blinking groggily at him and had a tight hold around his waist.
"What happened?" Harry asked. His question was inaudible the first time, and he had to repeat it again before Draco could hear. Even in the dark, Harry could see the Slytherin's crimson cheeks.
"I may have taken a bit more than you were used to. You passed out a little while in and when I let off, you were sagging against the bedpost. Dumbledore and Pomfrey breezed in a moment later—"
"After you screamed your head off, no doubt," Harry said hoarsely.
"I did not scream! I still had my wand by my side, I just shot off a few messaging spells and they came. Jeez." Draco seemed indignant, and tired as he felt, Harry had to stifle a laugh.
"And then?" he prompted.
Draco sighed. "Your friends came in after Pomfrey put you into your own bed, and she told them not to wake you. They left but they're visiting tomorrow and Granger—" here he put on a mocking voice. "Granger walked over here when she saw me, and said she was so glad that I had helped your insolent little behind, and kissed me on the cheek before leaving. I did so enjoy the look on Weasel's face…"
There was a small sigh from the darkness, and Harry grinned wryly. "If Madame Pomfrey put me in my own bed, why're you here then?"
Another blush. "Don't you dare laugh at me, Potter, but I was worried. The last time something like this happened, you were out for a week and we both nearly died. I was—worried about you."
Harry was quiet for a moment, before inching a little closer. "I won't laugh," he promised. "But you can close your eyes now. I don't want you to lose sleep over me."
"I wasn't!"
"Tchah, sure."
"Potter…"
"G'night," Harry said quickly, closing his eyes and faking a snore. There was a puff of frustrated breath from Draco, causing Harry's bangs to fly forward. The Gryffindor tried hard not to laugh (again!) until Draco quieted down.
Then he was wide-awake, green eyes scanning the darkness, pondering over the awkward dream. Three was whose favorite number? The voice was familiar, he was sure. Irritated that he couldn't find the answer, Harry growled to himself. Abruptly, the half-asleep Draco pulled him closer, so that Harry was forced to let his chin rest in the crook of the other's neck.
"Sleep…" Draco breathed into Harry's hair.
The Gryffindor complied, thoughts of the strange dream put firmly aside for now.
...Well? Whatcha think? Wrote zis one while listening to Lunacy Fringe on repeat.
If you can tell me what the chapter title is a spinoff of, cookies to ya! (Hint: Panic!)
Bonzai, fluffles, and luff to: Dreaming-Sensations, xxaishiteru (Ooh, Harry's little SaveMeSaveMe act with Draco in it is gonna be dramatic, I'll tell you that! It involves silk ropes and broken angels...sigh...) Master Elora Dannan (There, I hope Hermione's rant made up for my terrible mistake! Your "way it really should have gone really brightened my day, thus, I copy and pasted it onto the crudittle below. Gracias muchos! And you were the only person who noticed the evil thing, but I'll let you in on a little secret; Tynan isn't as bad as everyone thinks!) Shania Maxwell, I Paint My Nails Black, MagicChic82 (Ya guessed right) Yana5, DestinyEntwinements, lemonkissesxoxo (if this was the end I'd have to kill myself, so no worries) AshleeBrooke (best chapter in fanfic history? You made me blush...thanks!) KerbydaughterofInuyasha (Hey, can you hook me up with your dad?) sphinx12
Master Elora Dannan so kindly left me a review with how the whole damn scene with Tynan and Harry SHOULD have happened. I agree totally, even though M-chan says it was stupid that I snorted my milkshake while reading a review. Nyyyyyyyyahhhhhhhh to you, M-chan!
Convo:
HARRY: straddles Tynan, holds wand to her throat Hola.
TYNAN: Oh, Mr. Potter...wiggles seductively
HARRY: I have a female fan club; take a number. But you'll be waiting for a while, considering I'm gay now.
TYNAN: You are?
HARRY: According to everyone else, yes.
TYNAN: Want me to help you with that? wiggles again
HARRY: Sorry, I don't think it would convince anyone at this point.
TYNAN: Ah, well. I shall make my incredibly-powerful escape now by distracting you with my wiggling hips. wiggles even more insistently
HARRY: Can't let you do that ma'am, as much as it would help with the gay image.
TYNAN: Hah! Weren't you listening? I am incredibly-powerful! No spell you cast can defeat me!
HARRY: Hello? Pointy stick at your jugular.
TYNAN: Oh, fiddle.
Harry jabs "pointy stick" (aka wand) into Tynan's throat. Tynan gags and passes out.
DRACO: gets up. Okay, I'm going to pretend I never fainted and glare at anyone who ever mentions it again.
HARRY: I hope you're not offended that I crushed your Aunt's voice box.
DRACO: As if...I mean, wait, no. clutches his stomach and moans Oh the pain...the horrible pain...I must have acceptance...
HARRY: Whoops. Guess I have to fix that, then.
DRACO: Okie-dokie!
drags Harry off into the bushes to do "things". Happy Ending and makeout session ensue.
(Ach, had to type that all over again...stupid thing, won't let me copy and paste...HOW CAN I PLAGARIZE? HOOOOOOWWWW?)
