So... I know you guys keep bitching about my chapters being too short, but you're going to have to just bite your lips and take it. I'm anal retentive about my chapters ending in the right place—as dumb as that sounds—so that's where I end them. Were I to end them anywhere else, they just wouldn't settle right with me. So, I guess I'm apologizing ahead of time for this chapter being "too short," as I know someone will feel the need to inform me of its inadequate length. Now, on wth the chapter!
Harry walked into the Great Hall and immediately made a beeline for the Slytherin table, hoping and praying to the gods above that the Slytherins were as accepting of his presence there as the Gryffindor's had been of Draco's as of late. He slid into the seat directly beside Draco, and although he received a few questioning looks, he was relieved to note that no one seemed too concerned with their newest addition.
Just as he sat, the doors to the Great Hall burst open and in stormed a fuming Hermione, followed by Ron, who looked, to say the least, shocked, appalled, and horrorstruck as ever.
"Help!" Harry squeaked as he sunk lower in his seat and attempted to shield his face from view, though it was no use, as he had already been spotted.
"Pansy, if you don't mind," was all Draco needed to say.
"On it," the girl replied as she picked up her plate and moved swiftly to occupy the seat on Harry's other side, effectively flanking him and preventing any impending conquests.
This action stopped Hermione dead in her tracks as she glared at the offending intruder.
Pansy simply smiled sweetly and waved, giggling as Ron collided with Hermione.
Once Hermione had regained her composure and thoroughly slapped Ron for interfering with her death glare, she huffed and changed her route to instead end at her own house's table.
As soon as Hermione and Ron had taken their seats across the hall, Draco was no longer able to contain his laughter and proceeded to pound one fist against the table while the other hand wiped tears away from his eyes.
Harry turned a fierce glare on the other boy. "I'm not sure I see what's so funny!" he whispered furiously.
Draco continued to laugh, but attempted to respond. "I'm sorry… but you… and Granger's face… and Weasely… and the… and… and… too much!"
Harry simply stared, clearly unamused.
Draco finally got his fit under control, though he still snickered a little. "What was that about, anyway?"
"What do you think!?" Harry hissed.
Draco stopped laughing. His eyes flashed with embarrassment and his cheeks flushed. "Oh… they know about that?"
This time it was Pansy's turn to erupt in laughter. "Oh, this is just too rich."
Both boys hung their heads in silence, and for the next ten minutes, the only sound that could be heard from the two was the scraping of metal as they both pushed their food around their plates with their forks.
Finally, Draco lifted his head to glance sideways and mutter, "By the way, we have detention with Snape tonight at nine."
Harry's eyes widened slightly before he dropped his head completely, letting it bang against the table with a loud thud. He continued to abuse himself in this manner while speaking in rhythm. "This. Day. Could. Not. Possibly. Get. Any. Worse."
And with that final word, Harry made a show of slamming his head against the table one last time, then sliding from his seat to land in a tangled and melodramatic heap on the floor underneath the table.
Draco and Pansy both poked their heads under the table and fought to suppress their grins.
"Comfy down there, Potter?" Draco drawled.
Harry frowned. "Don't you take that tone with me, Draco Malfoy. This is your fault! You got us into this mess!"
Draco looked taken aback. "Me? How is this my fault!?"
"Who's idea was it to meet in that bloody classroom in the first place, huh?" Harry whispered fiercely.
Draco blushed and looked more than a little hurt. "Well, you came, didn't you!?" he whispered back.
"Yeah, but in my defense, I didn't even know who—"
"Uh, guys," Pansy interrupted after she had returned from peeking over the top of the table, "people are starting to stare…."
"Well that's just peachy, Potter," Draco hissed. "Now look what you've done!"
Harry started to protest, but was cut off when Draco grabbed the front of his robes and hauled him out from underneath the table, shoving him hard into his seat.
Draco went back to playing with his food for no more than a few seconds before his head snapped back in Harry's direction. He grinned manically, taking in Harry's disheveled and misshapen appearance before he began to chuckle.
"What's so funny this time?" Harry said moodily as he rested his head on his hand and continued to stare at his plate.
"Well, you were down there for fair amount of time, and you certainly have that 'just been sexed' look about you…."
Harry took a sip of pumpkin juice, not really paying attention to what Draco was saying.
Draco continued. "And I'd say, in my expert opinion, and judging by the horrified stares that are being directed toward us at the moment, that it quite looks like you just went down on me right here in the middle of dinner for all to see."
That particular comment did catch Harry's ears. And as proof of it, pumpkin juice shot straight from his mouth and he proceeded to choke and gag on it in horror while Pansy and Draco both exploded in peals of laughter.
Sorry for being so bitchtastic... don't take it personally... just having a bad day... But, you know... reviews alwas make bad days better...