I didn't count all the votes exactly, and I think Dramione won, but SCREW IT ALL IF IT ISN'T MY STORY AND I WILL DO WHATEVER THE HELL I WANT SO IT WILL BE DRARRY.
I will make excuses for not having updated in so long later.
Had she not been raised in the Weasley family, Ginny would have fainted.
The usual mature, put-together Hermione was setting off firecrackers and downing a bottle of liquor. Ron, it appeared, was catatonic. Harry had tiny fish shooting out of his nose and was staggering about, crushing fish into the carpet. Deciding to take care of the only one who was capable of intelligent thought, Ginny conjured a bucket, put water in it, and shoved it under Harry's nose.
As soon as he was seated, bucket beneath his face, Ginny turned and grabbed the bottle.
"It's only four, Hermione!" Ginny scolded. "You're not supposed to get this drunk until midnight!"
"Have you seen my gloves?" asked Hermione.
"What?"
Hermione giggled. "Harry is giving birth! To handle his babies, I need surgical gloves!"
Ginny let out a half-laugh. "Giving birth... oh, Hermione, I love you. Even though you're making up words. I had enough of that when Dennis Creevey came to Hogwarts."
Ginny waved her wand once, Vanishing most of the alcohol in Hermione's body. She blinked.
"Oh, hello, Ginny! Jesus, my head hurts. Why is Harry gushing fish?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Ron did something, I guess. You help your idiot boyfriend and I'll help my idiot fiance. M'kay?" Ginny smiled brightly and turned to Harry. He was still honking fish out of his nose.
"Hi, Gid," Harry greeted sheepishly.
"Idiot. What did you do?" asked Ginny, pointing her wand at his face.
"Ub, I bight have read subtig to Ron dat he didd't like."
"What?"
"I. Read. Ron. Doh. Like."
"What the hell did you read?"
"Uh..."
"He read a fanfiction about Ron and Molly," supplied Hermione.
"What's a fanfiction?"
"A wridig od a series."
"A writing on a series," translated Hermione.
"Are we in a series?" asked Ginny.
"Biographies," guessed Hermione.
"Right."
"Anyway, he read aloud a romance about Ron and Molly, and Ron went nuts."
"WHAT?" shrieked Ginny.
Harry attempted his cutest face, but it was somewhat ruined by the fact that there was fish pouring out of his nose.
"Merlin, what the hell...?" Ginny pulled the computer to her and read the fanfiction.
"Harry, you are never having sex again."
"Dabit!"
"What did he say?"
"Doesn't matter, I hate him right now."
An hour later, Harry's nose had stopped spouting fish. Ginny collected them for Harry's dinner that night. Ron had awoken from his comatose state.
"Okay, Harry, I'm not saying Ron's reaction was hilarious, but Ginny is my best friend and I'm going to help her get revenge," said Hermione.
Harry glared. "Traitor."
Hermione ignored him and seated herself behind Ginny.
Harry leaned back, crossed his fingers and waited.
"Found it!" Ginny cried triumphantly.
"Mate, you are so dead," grinned Ron.
Harry whimpered in agreement.
Ginny cleared her throat.
Forbidden Fruit
Harry gulped.
Draco
"OH MERLIN PLEASE NO!" screamed Harry.
"Shut up, Harry," said Ron, his smile stretching ear to ear.
liked the boy's face. He wasn't particularly good-looking, but there was something soft and sweet about him.
"I am not soft and sweet!"
It made Draco want to be friends.
"Hello," Draco greeted. "Hogwarts, too?"
"Yes," the boy answered shyly.
Draco did try, because his mum kept telling him not to scare people away, but the boy didn't seem to like him much. Finally Draco gave up. It wasn't his fault if the other boy was mean.
Harry exploded.
"ME? MEAN? THAT WANKER THOUGHT I WAS MEAN? HE WAS AN ARSEHOLE THROUGH THE SIX YEARS WE WERE AT HOGWARTS, AND THEN HIS DEATH EATER FAMILY TRIED TO KILL US! IF THAT TWAT THINKS I'M MEAN-"
"As amusing as this is, I would really like to keep reading," interrupted Hermione. "Ginny, keep going."
Harry sulked.
Draco saw the boy again on the train. He hadn't known it was Harry Potter, so he tried as best he could to fix his mistake.
"Is it true?" he asked, inspecting the boy's forehead. Sure enough, there was a thin jagged scar there. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"
Stupid Harry Potter had made friends with a Weasley, who as far as Draco could tell was just as bad as Father had said.
"OH HE DID NOT!" shouted Ron.
Draco told Harry to be careful. He really was just trying to warn him.
The Weasley's rat bit Goyle, who screamed like a toddler, so Draco left.
"Goyle, what is the matter with you?" chastised Draco. "You're such a baby."
"Sorry, Draco," said Goyle, looking properly ashamed.
Draco rolled his eyes.
Draco intended to give Harry one final chance in the Great Hall, but then he got sorted into Gryffindor. Gryffindor, of all houses. Even Hufflepuff was better than Gryffindor. After that, Draco decided, he hated Harry Potter.
"Right back at you, dickhead," said Harry.
Then after the whole debacle with the Dark Lord, Draco snuck into the hospital wing, once. He didn't know why. He guessed he just wanted Potter to be alive, if only to fight with.
"What beautiful sentiment," Ron said sarcastically.
"That's the end of the chapter," said Ginny. "Hermione, want to read next?"
"Sure," said Hermione happily, taking the computer.
Harry closed his eyes and accepted his fate.
Okay, listen, I tore a tendon in my knee and it hurts like hell. My priority was learning how to use crutches without having the circulation in my arms cut off. And watching excessive amounts of Epic Rap Battles of History. YES, the next chapter will be a continuation of this lovely Drarry. Also, this dialogue:
"Hello," Draco greeted. "Hogwarts, too?"
"Yes," the boy answered shyly.
was taken from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's (Philosopher's, Sorcerer's, whatever. I'm American, shut up.) Stone, page 77, and this dialogue:
"Is it true?" he asked, inspecting the boy's forehead. Sure enough, there was a thin jagged scar there. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"
was taken from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, page 108. Reviews always welcome, bye!