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From now on the prompts for this fic that are in each chapter shall appear in the one shot below like normal but just be bold. I won't say what they are but I will put them in bold so they can be seen.
Table 9
Harry groaned softly as he looked out at the window, "Remind me just why I'm here in a Village, which is in the middle of a desert for again Hinata."
Hinata giggled shyly, "You're here in the Sand Village cause of a crazy peace treaty idea that you had."
"Ah yes, that idea," Harry deadpanned, "That I should marry Gaara for the sake of the two villages and that Gaara says that he wants me as his future Queen."
"I think that its touching that people seem to think so highly of you," Hinata said with a shy grin, "At the present time you seem to be a big favourite in the Sand Village too through how they heard of you I'll never know."
"And just why are you here for?" Harry asked folding his arms.
"I'm here because of my father," Hinata said with a depressed sigh, "He seems to think that this mission will toughen me up, just the thing I need to help me become someone more fitting of Heiress."
"I'm not sorry to say this," Harry said placing a comforting hand upon Hinata's shoulder, "But your father sounds like a right b-"
"He is extremely strict," Hinata said quickly as her checks became red, "He has to keep the elders and their ways in check but Harry?"
"Yes?" Harry asked innocently upon hearing his name being said, "What is it?"
"You're plan to make me forget about the dress isn't working," Hinata deadpanned causing Harry to pout, "I don't know what you're so worried about, you just wear that outfit, walk around for a while before you can get changed into your normal clothes."
"But Hinata," Harry moaned, "It's the dress I have problems with! I mean just look at it!"
Hinata ran a critical eye over the dress, "I know what you mean, whoever picked out that dress has no idea about fashion, it's not tasteful at all!"
Harry groaned and sent the dress, which was innocently lying on the bed, a death glare, "It's not just that! It's the fact that I…Hinata you're a bright girl, you'll understand that…I'm missing something, oh I don't know, maybe a curvy body?"
Hinata shrugged her shoulders innocently through there was a spark of mischief in her eyes, "What can I say besides you're about to become the Queen of this lovely village."
"Hinata," Harry deadpanned, "It's a desert, you don't have to worry about saying that."
"Well this village is an oasis in the middle of the desert then," Hinata said stubbornly, "Besides I'm sure you'll be happy here along with your lover."
"Hinata how many desserts have you had?" Harry said with a sigh, "I might be gay, I might find Gaara attractive but I am NOT getting married to him, do you know how much trouble it would cause?"
"None?" Hinata said innocently causing Harry to growl, "Just think of it Harry, you'll stop all the fighting between the two villages, all that pain and suffering because of the fighting between our villages will be in the past."
"I know that Hinata but I'm not even a proper member of the leaf village," Harry said with a dramatic sigh, "I only came to the leaf village in the first place because I got a letter from my parents telling me I'd find protection and family."
Hinata gave a lopsided smirk, "And instead you find these crazy Shinbo's."
"That's right, and can you imagine the shock I got when I found out you where able to use your weapons without harming yourselves!"
"Hey! We're not that bad!" Hinata cried out with a fake s frown on her face, "For your information the leaf village has some pretty...unique Shinobi!"
"That can't even workout how to turn an oven on," Harry deadpanned causing Hinata to blush, "Or think that poetry is just another word for a type of attack, or that the little sister set's the example for the big sister."
"Shut it you," Hinata cried out blushing madly, "Contempt is what I might feel for most of my family but they're the only family I've got."
"I still they should get stuck in a giant spider web and stay there until they've learnt what a wonderful individual you are Hinata," Harry said with a deep sigh, "Maybe I could shoot them out of a canon?"
"Thank you Harry but you can't," Hinata said as she rolled her eyes, "Now stop trying to change the subject, the pair of shoes you need to wear for the wedding."
"But I don't want to wear them," pouted Harry, "You heard the funny nose they make when I walk and when I take them off the smell is like rotten eggs!"
"Harry the shoes where mine before I gave them to you," Hinata said with a giggle, "So I know for a fact that they're fine and broken in. I don't understand why you don't want to marry Gaara for Harry; I mean it was your idea to have this marriage."
"It was only an idea, I mean the Hokage said that we where alternate between ideas and actions we could use for a peace treaty with the Sand Village," Harry said with a deep sigh, "I never would of guessed that the group would go with my idea and put it into motion."
Hinata let out a giggle and gave Harry a wink, "Well Harry I've got some good news for you."
"I don't have to wear the high heels?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Well yes..." Hinata said with another giggle, "And you could say that you won't need to smell that horrible essence of smelly feet and lavender again."
Harry narrowed his eyes as he sent Hinata a glare, "Hinata..."
"It wasn't my idea! It was an idea for the peace treaty and it worked!" Hinata cried out nervously, "Gaara wanted to take part in one!"
"One what?" Harry asked as he took a step closer to Hinata.
Hinata gulped and gave a sheepish laugh, "It was an April's fool joke."
Until the next prompt...
I know it's a bit late for an April Fools chapter but I forgot I had this chapter until now *blushes madly* So...happy late April Fool's Day! Through *frowns* I'm not happy with this chapter but it seems to fit in every shape and form so *shrugs* I hope you like it.