Okay, I lied, the NEXT chapter after this will be back at Harry's. I just decided to have some Harry/Ron stuff – and bring in some other randoms just to know I haven't abandoned them completely.
Thanks to reviewers:-
MustIBeAMalfoy – you are fast becoming my favourite person in the world! It's a good idea about someone flirting with harry in front of draco and I'll keep that in mind for later. There is some teasing of draco by harry yet to come. Also – yea – those people totally suck – veryone loves them but they do jack shit and don't even want everyone to like them – there will be beaucoup de angst soon enough
6. Are you gonna go my way?
Harry bounced the ball between his long legs as he sat at the bench, contemplating the sheer hell that had to be spending the next god knows how long with stuck-up-his-own-ass-better-than-every-one-else-nephew-of-world's- biggest-asshole...of course, Draco Malfoy.
He growled deep in his throat and threw the ball at the wall, hard. He had meant for the ball to bounce off the wall with that unexplainable sound that Harry loved. He hadn't meant for it to bounce off the wall with that unexplainable sound Harry loved and smack that unexplainable red head on the side of his face.
"Shit, Harry! What was that for?"
Harry shrugged. "Didn't do it on purpose."
Ron sat next to Harry and grinned. "That's cool then."
"But, if I was going to throw a ball at you, it would be for sticking me with that platinum blond asshole."
"Harry-"
"I mean, part of being friends with someone is backing them up."
"I know."
"Who'd you get paired with?"
Ron's ears turned red, the way he did when he was embarrased. "Hermione."
A grin tugged at Harry's lips, despite his anger at Ron. "I see. Love over War and Peace. How romantic."
"Shut up!"
Harry laughed and ruffled Ron's flaming red hair.
A shadow fell over them and both boys looked up. Standing there was a girl from their year, a pretty Chinese girl with waist length, sleek, jet black hair and brown eyes, who went by the name of Cho Chang. Just a few feet behind her were her usual giggling cohort of girls.
"Hi," she said softly.
"Hey," replied Harry.
"Ron, do you think you could-?"
Ron blinked, slowly cottoning on to what Cho was asking. "Oh, sure, I have to run over some plays with Seamus anyway."
As Ron left, Cho sat down next to Harry.
"How are you?"
Harry frowned in confusion. "I'm good thanks. Look, what is this about, I kinda have to practice."
"Oh, sure. Um...I was just wondering if you...I mean...erm...do you maybe want to go out with me some time. Like on a date?"
Harry bit his lip and ran his hand through his hair. "Um...Cho...I thought you knew...I'm gay."
Cho blushed furiously. "Oh, okay. Um...I have to go."
Before Harry could stop her she had run off again, past her group of friends and into the school.
He sighed to himself. Cho was really nice and he hated having to tell her something like that, but he figured she knew. Everyone else did and it wasn't like Harry was secretive about being gay. He'd been out since sophomore year and wasn't at all ashamed of who he was. His parents and friends had accepted it and continued treating him normally.
Harry stood up slowly and walked over to his team mates. He, Ron, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas and Blaise Zambini were all on the first string team. Harry was friends with all of them, except Blaise, the talented and incredibly handsome Italian who had had something against Harry since they'd first met. It was, perhaps, that Harry had been made captain of the team, being highly praised while Blaise was pushed, not to the back exactly, but to somewhere near the middle.
"You alright Har?" asked Seamus in his thick and slightly comical Irish accent.
"What? Yea, fine."
"What did she want?" inquired Ron to Harry when he was sure no one else could hear.
"A date."
"A what? I thought she knew you don't swing that way."
"So did I." Harry shrugged. "Apparantly not." He looked at his watch. "If you guys actually wanna run through some play we should start now. I gotta go in a half an hour."
"Hot date Potter?" sneered Blaise, in a tone that Harry realised was not unlike Draco's.
Harry simply smiled back, not letting Blaise get to him. "Something like that."
I promise – next chapter will be Harry and Draco and Draco getting a bit...hot under the collar shall we say.
Thanks to reviewers:-
MustIBeAMalfoy – you are fast becoming my favourite person in the world! It's a good idea about someone flirting with harry in front of draco and I'll keep that in mind for later. There is some teasing of draco by harry yet to come. Also – yea – those people totally suck – veryone loves them but they do jack shit and don't even want everyone to like them – there will be beaucoup de angst soon enough
6. Are you gonna go my way?
Harry bounced the ball between his long legs as he sat at the bench, contemplating the sheer hell that had to be spending the next god knows how long with stuck-up-his-own-ass-better-than-every-one-else-nephew-of-world's- biggest-asshole...of course, Draco Malfoy.
He growled deep in his throat and threw the ball at the wall, hard. He had meant for the ball to bounce off the wall with that unexplainable sound that Harry loved. He hadn't meant for it to bounce off the wall with that unexplainable sound Harry loved and smack that unexplainable red head on the side of his face.
"Shit, Harry! What was that for?"
Harry shrugged. "Didn't do it on purpose."
Ron sat next to Harry and grinned. "That's cool then."
"But, if I was going to throw a ball at you, it would be for sticking me with that platinum blond asshole."
"Harry-"
"I mean, part of being friends with someone is backing them up."
"I know."
"Who'd you get paired with?"
Ron's ears turned red, the way he did when he was embarrased. "Hermione."
A grin tugged at Harry's lips, despite his anger at Ron. "I see. Love over War and Peace. How romantic."
"Shut up!"
Harry laughed and ruffled Ron's flaming red hair.
A shadow fell over them and both boys looked up. Standing there was a girl from their year, a pretty Chinese girl with waist length, sleek, jet black hair and brown eyes, who went by the name of Cho Chang. Just a few feet behind her were her usual giggling cohort of girls.
"Hi," she said softly.
"Hey," replied Harry.
"Ron, do you think you could-?"
Ron blinked, slowly cottoning on to what Cho was asking. "Oh, sure, I have to run over some plays with Seamus anyway."
As Ron left, Cho sat down next to Harry.
"How are you?"
Harry frowned in confusion. "I'm good thanks. Look, what is this about, I kinda have to practice."
"Oh, sure. Um...I was just wondering if you...I mean...erm...do you maybe want to go out with me some time. Like on a date?"
Harry bit his lip and ran his hand through his hair. "Um...Cho...I thought you knew...I'm gay."
Cho blushed furiously. "Oh, okay. Um...I have to go."
Before Harry could stop her she had run off again, past her group of friends and into the school.
He sighed to himself. Cho was really nice and he hated having to tell her something like that, but he figured she knew. Everyone else did and it wasn't like Harry was secretive about being gay. He'd been out since sophomore year and wasn't at all ashamed of who he was. His parents and friends had accepted it and continued treating him normally.
Harry stood up slowly and walked over to his team mates. He, Ron, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas and Blaise Zambini were all on the first string team. Harry was friends with all of them, except Blaise, the talented and incredibly handsome Italian who had had something against Harry since they'd first met. It was, perhaps, that Harry had been made captain of the team, being highly praised while Blaise was pushed, not to the back exactly, but to somewhere near the middle.
"You alright Har?" asked Seamus in his thick and slightly comical Irish accent.
"What? Yea, fine."
"What did she want?" inquired Ron to Harry when he was sure no one else could hear.
"A date."
"A what? I thought she knew you don't swing that way."
"So did I." Harry shrugged. "Apparantly not." He looked at his watch. "If you guys actually wanna run through some play we should start now. I gotta go in a half an hour."
"Hot date Potter?" sneered Blaise, in a tone that Harry realised was not unlike Draco's.
Harry simply smiled back, not letting Blaise get to him. "Something like that."
I promise – next chapter will be Harry and Draco and Draco getting a bit...hot under the collar shall we say.