REPOST!
BETA: The wonderful MINDFREAK23.
Everything else you need to know is in chapter one.
Nothing As It Seems
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Oliver
Sometimes I just feel like strangling my former housemates. Gryffindors have such a lousy sense of timing, and I should know, I used to be just like that. Reminiscing with Harry, Ron and Hermione are usually always fun, but not right now.
I was rather concerned that Draco might show up in the middle of things and they'd start to fight or something... The last thing I need tonight is to carry four seventeen years old to the Hospital Wing unconscious or hexed. But Draco didn't show up, and eventually the Trio left. It had been ten minutes since they left and Draco still hadn't shown up, and I was getting a little worried. What could have happened to him? I hoped he wasn't caught by Filch, or worse – Snape. Though, being a Slytherin I suppose Snape didn't impart the same terror on Draco as he did the rest of the school.
I was pacing around, like I always do when I'm anxious, and like always pacing only served to make me more edgy. I had just made my mind up to go and look for him when I glanced over and saw him standing in the doorway. For a second I wasn't sure whether he was really there or not, I was sure that my mind was playing tricks on me because I wanted to see him so bad, but then I took him in my arms and he was real enough, and smelled like fresh air and outdoors – Umm, somebody's been flying.
When he told me what happened to him I couldn't hold back my laughter. This is Hogwarts for you! You can't do anything without at least ten people knowing about it. We made our way to the bedroom, where dinner was still waiting, warm (thank Merlin for warming charms) and we sat down to eat.
"You know, Professor Snape and Madame Pomfrey are right, you do look a little pale," I said and he growled, "So I'm going to make sure you eat." I continued and he narrowed his eyes at me,
"I'm not a little kid, Wood." Ah, so now I'm Wood again… he didn't look too happy by all this attention to his health but he did eat. After we finished eating we sat quietly, the warm feeling from my gut was making me a little drowsy, when Draco spoke,
"Oliver, are you mad at me?" I looked up in surprise – where did that come from?
"Why would I be mad at you?"
"Because I'm not ready to…" he kept his eyes firmly on his plate and I could see his cheeks turning pink, and bloody hell, his embarrassment only served to make him look even more fetching. He lifted his eyes to look at me and I swallowed hard.
"Don't be daft, of course I'm not mad at you." I managed and a slow, shy smile spread across his face. If someone had told me four years ago that Draco Malfoy could be shy and sweet I'd probably think they were a bit soft in the head and yet there he was blushing and smiling shyly like a bloody maiden, and all because of me… "I told you already I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to, and I mean it." I assured him.
"Then you don't mind that I never… did anything?" I could see he was nervous by the way he stabbed his food with unnecessary force. Well, I always believed that there is nothing like sharing first time experiences to appease one's mind.
"Of course not. Don't worry; you'll get the hang of it in no time. You just have to make sure your first time is with someone you trust, otherwise that can be rather… horrible." I hadn't thought about that in years, it's amazing what the human brain will block on its own, even without a memory charm.
"Was it really that bad?" I looked up at him and smiled, he looked almost concerned.
"Oh, yes. I was too young and too cocky. I thought I knew better than everyone else," I said, my voice trailing off. He reached his hand across the table and placed it on top of mine squeezing lightly, his eyes boring into me.
"Tell me, please…" he pleaded in a quiet voice.
"Are you sure you want to hear all the gory details?" he nodded rather eagerly and I smiled, "Ok, I'll tell you. It was during the summer right after I turned fifteen; I was crazy with hormones and parents and looked for every possible way to rebel against them. I used to go to pubs and clubs all over town, trying to get the bartenders to sell me alcohol. I wasn't very good at swindling them but I found out I was very good at getting other men to buy drinks for me. After about a month of this I thought I was ready to move to the next level, I guess my head swelled from all that male attention I got that made me think I was ready to play the game without knowing the rules..."
I trailed off, glimpses of memories flooding me. When I look back at that summer I cannot believe I was such an idiot, it's a wonder I didn't end up dead in the gutter or something. A little squeeze of my hand brought me back to the here and now and I looked up to see Draco looking at me, his brow knotted in concern. I smiled at him to reassure him I was all right and caught my story trail again.
"Anyway, long story short, I ended up in the loo of some dodgy pub one night with someone over twice my age pounding me against the wall." I ran my hand through my hair and felt Draco's grip on my other hand tightening. "That was an eye opener, no mistake there… That experience shocked me off to celibacy for the next year or so. It took me a while before I could let anyone touch me again. I guess not being able to sit down for a week can do that to you." I tried to smile and shrug it off but I could see that Draco was rather upset by it.
His grip on my hand was almost painful. I lifted his chin with my finger and made him look into my eyes. I loved the way his grey ones stormed over and showed everything he didn't want to say out loud. I took a deep breath; I didn't really meant to scare him off, on the contrary. "Don't worry, I'm fine, once I did get over that experience I more than made up for lost time." I said cheerfully but his eyes darkened even further. Bugger, coming across as a little tart probably isn't the best way to handle things, and right now I have a feeling that the less Draco knew about my sex life the better it would be for all parties concerned.
I looked at him and turned the hand that was under his grip so that the palm of my hand was now facing up and caught his wrist. I pulled him up from his chair and sat him in my lap, my arms encircling him in a tight grip, he rested his arms on my shoulders and looked down at me,
"Oliver, I'm so sor…" I didn't let him finish the sentence before taking his soft lips with mine. I didn't need his apology, and I didn't want it. None of this was his fault; it wasn't anyone's fault but my own really. Plus, it was almost seven years ago and I did move on from there.
"Just forget it. I shouldn't have told you, I didn't mean to upset you," I whispered into his hair, "It really doesn't have to be that way for you."
"Is that a promise?" He tilted his head to look at me, his eyes soft with hope and I found myself smiling.
"Yes, I promise." He smiled at me and we kissed again. I got up from the chair and carried him to the bed. I really ought to stop doing that; he's not as light as he looks and it's definitely not doing any favours for my shoulder.
We continue to kiss on the bed and my fingers found their way under his sweater. His skin felt so soft and perfect I couldn't wait to get my hands and mouth all over that sweet porcelain heaven. I pulled the sweater over his head and my shirt over mine. Just like I thought, perfect.
I ran my lips and tongue and hands all over his chest and stomach, and was rewarded with little moans. I looked up and saw his head thrown back, his hair spilled all over the pillow like molten silver and gold. My fingers ghosted along the edge of his trousers and a brilliant idea struck me. I made my way back to his mouth,
"Draco," I breathed his name and his eyes flared shot, "Can I try something?" I asked cautiously, his eyes snapped open and became almost round; I smiled to reassure him, "Can I, please, suck you off?" he swallowed hard and I waited patiently (I should probably get a trophy for managing to stay that calm and not ravish him with my lips completely) and he slowly nodded. "Don't worry, it's not going to hurt, and you might even enjoy it. Just relax." I told him and he nodded again.
I resumed my slow path down his chest, heading purposely south. I opened the fly of his trousers with one hand while my mouth was occupied in the region of his nipples. I was very please to note that he was already hard, so I pulled his pants down to his ankles and came back up to kiss his thighs. His fingers balled around the covers and his breathing became shallow. I stroked him softly trying to relax him, before taking him in my mouth. He let out small gasping sounds and cries and I almost smiled (it was a little difficult at the moment).
I knew what I was doing, hell, I had done it so many times before, but his reactions were rather new, and that was far better than I expected. He was positively dizzy with the new sensations and I couldn't help the little burst of pride that passed me. He was also very close, as you might expect a seventeen year old to be during his "first time" as one might say. I looked up to see him and to my surprise I saw him looking down at me, his chin resting against his collarbone and his eyes almost black with lust. I gave him a little swipe with my tongue and watched as his head dropped, his back arched and I had just enough time to pull back before he came.
I muttered a cleaning spell before going back to his mouth; his eyes were still squeezed shut and his face looked relaxed and sated, and he was still slightly panting. I mentally gave myself a slap on the shoulder to congratulate myself for that brilliant idea when Draco opened his eyes and looked at me. I cupped his cheek and he pulled me close for a demanding, filthy, porno-quality kiss. His leg went over my side, well, at least that was what he intended but his trousers and pants were still around his ankles and as a result his foot hit my shin with force and I moaned with pain. Draco hastily broke the kiss,
"Shit, Oliver I'm so sorry. Are you ok?" I smiled at him and took off his shoes and socks and trousers. Now, that was much better.
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Draco
I'm not sure, but I think I just died and went to heaven.
After Oliver's horror story I was sure the night was over and I was on my way back to my dorm room. I shouldn't have pushed him into telling me all that. It didn't really help him and certainly didn't help me; I thought I might go into a celibacy shock just from hearing that.
Luckily, Oliver had other ideas and let me tell you, they were damn brilliant! I'd never had anyone suck me off before (I bet you're already tired of hearing about all the things I didn't do…), and I never knew you could feel like that. It was like… I can't even explain it – it was so intense.
I'm not entirely sure what he did to me down there but I never thought the blood could drain from my brain so fast and it felt like every last drop of it found its way down to my groin. That lack of oxygen made me feel dizzy, but dizzy in such a way you just want to stay dizzy for all eternity. At the same time I was also so hard I couldn't believe it was possible for me to last more than a couple of seconds. It was rather a strange feeling, trying to control things when you obviously can't. Those two impulses colliding so spectacularly inside me, I felt like I might explode into a million pieces, and that they would have to scrape me off the walls or something.
We lay facing each other for a while and I couldn't really stop the stupid smile the kept threatening to creep to my lips. Suddenly I felt Oliver's hand ghosting between us, I looked down in surprise and then back at him, he smiled apologetically at me and I took a deep breath,
"May I?" I pointed down.
"Are you sure? You don't have to if you don't want." He said, rather bravely I might add, as his breath was hitching and he bit his lip in effort not to touch himself,
"Might as well." I muttered and made my way, trailing his chest with my lips, mainly to give myself time to think of what I was about to do.
When I reached "down there", the only thing I knew for sure was that I had absolutely no idea how to proceed. I kissed his thigh softly to buy myself more time when he hissed in silent plea. The hissing sound gave me an idea. Ice-lollies! I closed my eyes and tried to think about ice-lollies and how I usually eat them. I took a deep breath and started working, first there were the long licks on every side of the frozen candy to make sure nothing was dripping, then there was the gentle sucking of the tip to get out as much sweetness as possible, then there was soft nibbling. At that point Oliver was making such delicious noises I could feel myself starting to get aroused again.
"Draco…" he moaned and said something I didn't catch, I let out a small questioning noise and he suddenly gasped and arched. I hastily removed my mouth from him and looked up, he had his arm slung across his face and his teeth were biting into his wrist. When he felt the change in my position he looked down and removed his wrist, before I could ask if he's alright he moaned again and tossed his head back,
"Do that again, please…" I smiled and complied. This time I took him inside my mouth as much I dared, and usually at that point I would work my tongue around the ice-lolly and suck on it but I couldn't really do much with my tongue right now because there was hardly any room left in my mouth to move it. I experienced a momentary panic at the lack of ability to breath and then remembered that I still had my nose, which not only let in much needed oxygen but also the scent of Oliver, which drove me completely crazy.
"Draco… I can't… hold… on, get… away…" Oliver was panting and I didn't really understood what he was talking about when my entire mouth was gushed and flooded with his essence. I gagged and spluttered, I was coughing and my eyes were watering. Oliver immediately rose and slapped me on the back while he muttered a cleaning spell and all the goo on my face was gone. I looked sheepishly at him; this was not the impression I wanted to leave after giving my first blowjob. Oliver smiled at me and muttered another spell and handed me a big glass,
"Drink this, it will help with the taste." He said gently, and I took a careful sip,
"Pineapple?" He shrugged,
"I like pineapple, better than pumpkin juice anyway."
I sat cross legged on the edge of the bed stark naked sipping the juice slowly, peering at Oliver over the top of the glass. He lay on his side propped on one elbow looking intently at me. I lowered the glass,
"I'm sorry I messed things up."
"Are you kidding? That was brilliant! I've never had anyone give me such a brilliant blowjob before, that tongue of yours should be outlawed." I couldn't stop the blush from creeping up to my cheeks, "Where did you learn to do that?"
"I didn't. I've never done it before, I just thought about ice-lollies." I confessed and he burst out laughing.
"Gods, I should consider myself lucky then. The first time I was doing that I was told to think of a cucumber… not only was that rather unsettling, but also, there are very limited things you can do with a cucumber that can be considered sexy…" This time I joined in his laughter.
He got off the bed and announced, "I'm going to take a shower. You could go in after me if you like, see you in a bit." With that he disappeared behind the washroom door, leaving me on the bed to finish my pineapple juice.
When he came back he was wearing a pair of pyjamas bottoms and smelling of soap, he leaned behind me and bit my shoulder gently "Go get clean, and come back to bed." He whispered. His warm breath on my bare skin was sending shivers through me again. I handed him the glass and went over to the corner to retrieve my bag and then went to the shower.
After I finished showering I took out my pyjamas, and after a moment's thought decided to follow Oliver's lead and use only the bottoms. I brushed my teeth, humming to myself and finished getting ready.
When I came back to the room Oliver already cleared the remains of dinner and was curled under the blankets, waiting for me. I climbed to the bed and snuggled besides him, placing my head on his shoulder.
"Good night, Draco." Oliver's voice was soft above me, his breath rustling my hair.
"Good night, Oliver." I answered.
I closed my eyes and smiled to myself. That was great fun!
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Oliver
I didn't realize how much I missed to waking up alongside someone until I didn't. When I opened my eyes in the morning the bed was empty, there was no one there. I glanced at my bedside clock – it was only ten a.m. I felt a little stab of disappointment, I was rather hoping for a little morning action, of any sort. I lifted my head and saw that Draco's bag was gone, but his broom leaned against the wall forgotten. I called his name out loud, just in case but I didn't get any response. I rolled my head to the other pillow and groaned in frustration when a piece of parchment slid from it and hit my face. I took it and tried to focus on it while rubbing the bridge of my nose.
"Oliver, Good morning.
I had to go back early so that my pesky roommates won't suspect me.
Thank you for last night, it was brilliant.
Could we please do that again tonight?
Owl me back,
D."
I smiled wide and stretch out like a very pleased, very large cat. I got out of bed and went to the washroom. The first thing I saw was that Draco left his toothbrush behind, I think he must have forgotten it because all his other things were gone. It looked good there, along with mine, it looked right somehow.
After I got dressed I took out a piece of parchment and wrote a reply,
"Dear Draco,
Last night was brilliant.
I'd love to repeat it.
Eight o'clock, my place.
O.
B.T.W, you forgot your broom here."
I went over to the owlery to send my note before heading to the Great Hall for breakfast. When I got there breakfast was almost over, and I didn't want to detain the house-elves, so I made myself a little stack of toast and jam sandwiches and wrapped them in a napkin. I made my way out of the castle and walked over to the lake. There weren't many students out here; it was a cloudy day, not very typical for the middle of September.
I sat myself down and unwrapped my breakfast, looking at the sky. The grey clouds rolling by reminded me of Draco's eyes, and I liked it. I was halfway through my first sandwich when I heard a voice behind me,
"Hey, Oliver." I looked up and saw Harry, I glanced behind him for signs of Ron and Hermione and he smiled "I'm afraid it's only me today. Can I sit down?" I nodded and he sat beside me. I offered him one of the sandwiches and he took it gingerly and then sighed,
"Is everything alright?" I asked and he shrugged and started taking off little bits of his sandwich, some he put in his mouth and some he tossed in the water. He was clearly upset, "What is it?" I asked gently and he lowered his head.
"I'm not sure. It's just that, sometimes I get a weird feeling. Like I'm all alone," he trailed off somewhat awkwardly and when I didn't say anything he looked up at me and tried to smile. "I mean everyone around me seemed to be coupled off except me. Hermione has Terry, Ron has Lavender, Neville is going out with Hannah Abbott from Hufflepuff, Dean is with Parvati and Seamus is with Ginny. There is no one left for me."
"Is there someone special you want to be with?" I asked and he nodded sadly. "Who is it you want?" I'm not very good at giving relationship advice – I was never very successful in any of mine, but Harry was troubled and needed someone to talk to and the least I could do was listen.
To my surprise he blushed rather violently and I was suddenly struck with a strange thought, "It's not… me, is it?" Harry lifted his brilliant green eyes at me and then shook his head, frowning a little and I almost sighed in relief. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against Harry, he's quite fit as a matter of fact, but having an affair with more than one student was a bit much, even for me. Besides, I have a little blonde fetish going on, between Peter and Draco it looks like a pattern of sort.
"It's not that simple." He said quietly, "It's not someone I can just approach. They would never want me anyway." He sounded so sad I just wrapped my arm around his shoulder to reassure him.
"Is it a teacher?" After a moment's hesitation he nodded slowly. To be honest, I was getting rather intrigued by that, I'm usually not one for gossip but I never back down from a good story – especially not when that story was staring me in the face. "Is it McGonagall?" I asked and tried to keep a straight face, when Harry gaped at me in horror.
"I like 'em older, not ancient!" he called out and I laughed, he smiled and turned his head away from me again, and continued to toss pieces of toast in the lake, "It's Lupin." He said so quietly I almost didn't hear him,
"Ah, of course, that would have been my next guess."
"Really?"
"Hmm, no." He smiled a little.
"Oh, come on, Harry. You don't have to feel bad about it. We've all been there," I assured him and he looked up in surprise, "I remember I had such a crush on him back in seventh year. He was so quiet, so smart. And he has the most amazing hands, you can just tell he can do stuff with those hands." Harry was nodding while I was talking and I knew that he felt the same way.
"I didn't know you had a crush on professor Lupin."
"Oh yeah. And I wasn't the only one; pretty much every student from the third year up harboured a little crush on him. Boys and girls alike, you should have heard the girls of my year talk about him… each and every one of them fantasised about marrying him. It was rather funny actually."
"Why was it funny?" he asked curiously
"Because everyone in his right mind could see he's a raving poof." At that Harry's eyes widened and he looked alarmed and pleased at the same time. "Don't tell me you didn't notice that," but the look on his face clearly stated that he didn't. Maybe it is true what they say about us Gryffindors being a little thick. Harry sighed and looked even sadder than before and I could understand why – finding that the unattainable object of your affection swings the same way as you was rather frustrating. We sat in silence for a while, I was nibbling at my second sandwich and Harry was staring down at hands, as he had no toast left to toss. "You should forget about Lupin, he's much too old for you. I'm sure there are plenty of other boys that would love to… indulge you." He laughed bitterly
"Like who?"
"Well, what about that guy from Hufflepuff," he stared at me blankly, "The one with the three names?"
"You mean Justin Finch-Fletchley?" I nodded enthusiastically. "How do you know he's gay?"
"It's not that difficult. We sort of have a way to know one another; some people refer to it as gaydar. It has to do with the way we look at people, communicate, the way we dress… stuff like that." I felt really weird explaining these things that seemed all too obvious to me.
"In that case, Malfoy must be a complete poof." He said and I nearly choked on the piece of toast I was currently chewing, Harry slapped my back as I coughed and looked rather concerned. "Are you alright?" I held out my hand and nodded trying to blink back tears. When I could finally talk again I tried to smile hoping I didn't make too much of a mess out of things, but luckily Harry seemed to think I was choking because I was trying to laugh. It suddenly dawned on me just how bizarre this conversation was – I never actually contemplated the idea that Harry might be gay, I do have a gaydar, I just never said it was a particularly good one…
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Draco
Damn it! I was having such a nice day up until now. Stupid Potter! Why does he always have to ruin everything for me?
When I woke up this morning I was so happy I felt like I could float with joy. It was almost eight o'clock and I knew I didn't have much time to return to my dorm before Blaise woke up, so I got up and got ready at top speed cursing Blaise all that time. What I really wanted to do was stay here and watch Oliver sleep; maybe wake him up for a bit of snogging or something.
I just made it back to my dorm in the knick of time and managed to fake waking up and doing my morning routine with Blaise. We went down to the Great Hall together for a bit of breakfast; I noticed that Oliver wasn't there – the little twat was still sleeping! That is so unfair.
After breakfast I let Blaise to convince me to join him in the library for an Arithmancy session, he's really having troubles with that subject. I already finished all the homework the "Nightmare" (as we call the new teacher) gave us, so I didn't much mind. On the way to the library I was almost knocked over by one of the school owls. I took the note from his leg and took a quick glance at it and smiled before slipping it in my robes. Yes, I'm going to stay with Oliver tonight as well. I could hardly suppress my delight at the thought.
"What was that?" Blaise asked me and I shrugged,
"Nothing."
He looked at me curiously and I gave him a look that suggested he better drop the subject, which fortunately he did.
When we got to the library it was almost empty, the only other people there were Granger and Boot studying together in the corner, did I mention that they make up the most boring couple in the history of couples? I dropped my bag at a table near the window and went over to get some books to help Blaise with the blasted Arithmancy. When I scanned the shelves a title suddenly caught my eye – "When a wizard loves another wizard" I stood rooted to the spot for a few seconds, staring, then I glanced quickly up and down the aisle to make sure no one was watching before slipping the thin book inside my robes. My cheeks were flushed and my heart was pounding, I scolded myself for having such a reaction to a simple title.
When I came back to the table I caught a glimpse of a figure going towards the lake. A closer look confirmed it was Oliver. Between him and the book there was very little chance I could actually concentrate. Fortunately Blaise decided he wanted to tackle the problems on his own before asking me for answers. This left me free to just stare out of the window at my lover (can I call him that now? I'm not sure yet… but he promised me he would be, so I can't be buggered with technicalities). He was sitting on the ground eating what looked like sandwiches when along came Potter, of all the bloody people in the castle.
That was when my mood was totally ruined, I fiddled with my eagle quill and watched them sitting there chatting amiably to each other, and then – horror of horrors, Oliver was putting his arm around that blasted Potter and they were sharing a private laugh. The quill snapped clean in my fingers spraying ink all over the table, Blaise shrieked in terror at the big black blotches on his parchment. Before I could say or do anything Madame Pince was hovering above me looking like an over grown raged vulture and promptly kicked me out of the library.
I stalked outside feeling murderous and saw that Oliver and Potter were already gone. Well, Mr. Wood will have some answering to do tonight! I slumped myself under a tree and sulked for a while. It not nearly as fun to sulk when no one sees you at it.
I rolled over on my stomach and felt something hard jabbing me in the ribs, and took out the book, which I completely forgot, in my jealous frenzy. I stared at it for a while without opening it. I never actually meant to take it out of the library; I just forgot it was in my robes. I suppose I could always return it once Madame Pince forgets my little outburst.
Once my conscious issues were settled I gingerly opened the book. The first couple of chapters gave a short history about homosexuality and a list of famous gay wizards throughout the ages, which I didn't really care about. I scanned the list for good measure though, when a certain name sparked my interest. Oh gods, Merlin? Merlin was gay? Well that sure made them nights down in Camelot rather interesting… I chuckled at the thought.
I leafed through the book when I got to the chapter entitled "Homosexual sex", I wasn't sure what to expect here. As it turned out, it was far worst than I thought; the book had detailed information regarding positions, accessories and helpful spells. And worst of all, there were pictures! Oh, Merlin, I could never do that! I'm not even sure it's anatomically possible, I thought wincing at one of the pictures. The two wizards in it were entangled in a rather complex position and I couldn't really grasp how they actually managed to move as well.
I was so engrossed in the book I didn't hear the soft thud that should have warned me that someone just sat beside me.
"What you rea-ding?" came the singsong voice of Pansy and I almost jumped up in surprise. Before I could hide away the book she grabbed it and held it out of my reach,
"When a wizard loves another wizard," she read aloud and I tried to grab it again, "My, my Draco looks like you are serious about Wood after all…" I gave up on trying to grab the book and sat back to glare at her, but she wasn't abashed by that, the little vixen. She scanned the pages briefly when she got to the sex chapter. Since I couldn't get the book back I settled for watching as her eyes widened in horror and her mouth dropped open. She looked at me,
"You do that stuff?" I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips; she looked just like I did a couple of minutes ago. I shook my head,
"No, we're not," I said firmly and then added in an afterthought, "But I bet Merlin did…" she looked at me in puzzlement and I turned to the page of the famous gay wizards. She gaped,
"No way. Do you realize how brilliant this is?" she turned back to the pictures, I knew she wouldn't be able to resist them for long. Sometimes she was like a little kid. We scanned the pictures for a while and I started to feel uneasy, both because most of the positions suggested looked quite painful but mostly because the look of two naked men kissing and messing about was rather arousing and the last thing I wanted was for Pansy to see me get excited over a bunch of pictures. I had to get rid of her and soon.
"Say Draco, can I borrow that book?" her eyes were glittering in a rather disturbing way, what on earth is she going to do with a book like that?
"No! Go away, Pansy!" she pouted at me,
"You're no fun!" she complained and I glared at her until she started to laugh,
"Ok, ok, I'm going. But you have to promise me you'll tell me everything you and Wood did tomorrow." She was overly cheerful about the whole thing and that was a little annoying, and there was absolutely no way I was going to tell her anything!
She waltzed away still leering and I rolled my eyes. It was fairly obvious to both of us that she will not rest until she got every last bit of information out of me, but I defiantly wasn't going to make it easy for her!
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Author's note: If you ever read the book "Mists of Avalon" you might recall that the one who had gay issues wasn't Merlin but Arthur, and Lancelot. I just didn't get why they joined Guinevere the little bint into the party.
And if you ever saw Monty Python and the Holy Grail, well you're very lucky then… I know it doesn't really relate to the point but it is the funniest movie ever (battling for the title with "Life of Brian" by the same Pythons) at least in my view so I thought I'd mention it…
My friends assure me that there is a lovely padded room somewhere with my name on it… they're just jealous…