Wanna Be Your Girlfriend
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
11,707
Reviews:
98
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 10
Disclaimer: Sorry I don't own anything. I'm just playing in JKR's world. Not responsible for anyone under the legal age reading this. Ratings and warnings subject to change.
Summary: Draco meets someone from his past. H/D
Warnings: Cross-dressing, slash, het (D/OC)
Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: Going to try my first true slash story. Warnings and rating are subject to change with the chapters.
I don't own anything. I'm just playing in JKR's world. Not responsible for any minors reading this. Warnings and Rating subject to change.
Sorry this chapter is very short. I've run into a bit of writer's block.
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Days passed slowly it seemed to Jamie. She avoided her friends outside of work. The raven haired beauty barely ate and sleep was only a luxury. Most nights were spent curled up on her window seat watching day turn to night and then to day again. She threw herself into getting ready for the gala. Jamie decided she’d not only model for Hermione but five other designers as well. Her days were spent in fittings and rehearsals.
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Pansy opened up the Daily Prophet only to throw it across the floor. Once again Draco was practically having sex with someone in the picture.
“I see he took up with that woman again. What was her name?” Blaise said picking up the paper.
“Nikita. I recognized Jean Paul in yesterday’s issue. The other man must be Philip. So much for him not being a slut. Surely you have to agree now,” Pansy demanded.
“I don’t know what to think,” Blaise admitted. “He seemed regretful when we spoke at the manor.”
“Guess he got over it,” Pansy huffed. Blaise could only nod in agreement. He didn’t understand what Draco was thinking and doing.
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Head pounding, Draco opened his eyes to Jean Paul trailing his hand down Draco’s chest.
“What are you doing here?” Draco demanded.
“You think after last night I’d leave? Oh lover you jest! Last night was magic! I was extremely surprised when you made me stay after Nikita and Philip left. And what fun we had!” Philip happily told him. “I knew we were meant for each other!”
“Get your things and get out! I don’t remember anything about last night and I want you to leave,” Draco commanded.
“But love…” Jean Paul started.
“Be gone before I get back,” Draco told him slipping from the bed and heading for the shower.
“You’re going to be mine. All bets are off with Nikita. You’re mine Draco Malfoy,” Jean Paul whispered to the empty room. He took out a small compact and waved his wand over the contents. The compact glowed red and Jean Paul blew the powder into the room. “There. Now I’ve dusted the room. Nikita thinks she’s going to be the next Mrs. Malfoy. She’s got another thing coming.” Jean Paul quickly dressed and left never knowing Draco’s house elf Mipsy had seen the dust settle around the room. She quickly cleaned the room and banished the bedding. Everything in her master’s room was stripped of the powder.
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Hot water pounded the knots out of Draco’s tense shoulders. ‘What in Merlin’s name is going on?’ he thought to himself. ‘Why do I keep doing this? I don’t want them! Why can’t I remember what happened during that time?’ He wished yet again that Blaise and Pansy were around for him to talk to. Pansy hated him now and Draco felt it best to leave Blaise out of the middle. He would after all take his wife’s side.
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Ron walked into Harry’s bedroom and his heart sank. From the looks of things, it was another night of no sleep for his friend. If only ‘Moine hadn’t made him promise not to hurt Malfoy. Ron wanted to tear the other man apart for playing with his best mate like that and then to have the gall to flaunt others in papers.
Gently he reached out and laid his hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Time to get up mate. You’ve got fittings and rehearsals. The big day is almost here.
“I’ll just hop in the shower if you’ll arrange breakfast,” Harry yawned turning from the window.
“Of course mate. I’ll see you downstairs,” Ron said heading for the door.
“Just toast and tea please,” Harry requested.
“You really need to eat more,” Ron told him.
“I’m just not hungry,” Harry explained.
“Harry you…” Ron started.
“Please Ron,” Harry begged.
“Alright mate just toast and tea. But don’t tell Hermione,” Ron finally said in defeat.
“Thanks Ron,” Harry smiled heading for the shower.
“Oh if only I hadn’t promised,” Ron told the empty room. “Malfoy you are sooo going to pay for this.”
Summary: Draco meets someone from his past. H/D
Warnings: Cross-dressing, slash, het (D/OC)
Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: Going to try my first true slash story. Warnings and rating are subject to change with the chapters.
I don't own anything. I'm just playing in JKR's world. Not responsible for any minors reading this. Warnings and Rating subject to change.
Sorry this chapter is very short. I've run into a bit of writer's block.
hpdmhpdmhpdmhpdm
Days passed slowly it seemed to Jamie. She avoided her friends outside of work. The raven haired beauty barely ate and sleep was only a luxury. Most nights were spent curled up on her window seat watching day turn to night and then to day again. She threw herself into getting ready for the gala. Jamie decided she’d not only model for Hermione but five other designers as well. Her days were spent in fittings and rehearsals.
Hpdmhpdmhpdmhpdmhpdm
Pansy opened up the Daily Prophet only to throw it across the floor. Once again Draco was practically having sex with someone in the picture.
“I see he took up with that woman again. What was her name?” Blaise said picking up the paper.
“Nikita. I recognized Jean Paul in yesterday’s issue. The other man must be Philip. So much for him not being a slut. Surely you have to agree now,” Pansy demanded.
“I don’t know what to think,” Blaise admitted. “He seemed regretful when we spoke at the manor.”
“Guess he got over it,” Pansy huffed. Blaise could only nod in agreement. He didn’t understand what Draco was thinking and doing.
Hpdmhpdmhpdmhpdmhpdm
Head pounding, Draco opened his eyes to Jean Paul trailing his hand down Draco’s chest.
“What are you doing here?” Draco demanded.
“You think after last night I’d leave? Oh lover you jest! Last night was magic! I was extremely surprised when you made me stay after Nikita and Philip left. And what fun we had!” Philip happily told him. “I knew we were meant for each other!”
“Get your things and get out! I don’t remember anything about last night and I want you to leave,” Draco commanded.
“But love…” Jean Paul started.
“Be gone before I get back,” Draco told him slipping from the bed and heading for the shower.
“You’re going to be mine. All bets are off with Nikita. You’re mine Draco Malfoy,” Jean Paul whispered to the empty room. He took out a small compact and waved his wand over the contents. The compact glowed red and Jean Paul blew the powder into the room. “There. Now I’ve dusted the room. Nikita thinks she’s going to be the next Mrs. Malfoy. She’s got another thing coming.” Jean Paul quickly dressed and left never knowing Draco’s house elf Mipsy had seen the dust settle around the room. She quickly cleaned the room and banished the bedding. Everything in her master’s room was stripped of the powder.
Hpdmhpdmhpdmhpdm
Hot water pounded the knots out of Draco’s tense shoulders. ‘What in Merlin’s name is going on?’ he thought to himself. ‘Why do I keep doing this? I don’t want them! Why can’t I remember what happened during that time?’ He wished yet again that Blaise and Pansy were around for him to talk to. Pansy hated him now and Draco felt it best to leave Blaise out of the middle. He would after all take his wife’s side.
Hpdmhpdmhpdmhpdm
Ron walked into Harry’s bedroom and his heart sank. From the looks of things, it was another night of no sleep for his friend. If only ‘Moine hadn’t made him promise not to hurt Malfoy. Ron wanted to tear the other man apart for playing with his best mate like that and then to have the gall to flaunt others in papers.
Gently he reached out and laid his hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Time to get up mate. You’ve got fittings and rehearsals. The big day is almost here.
“I’ll just hop in the shower if you’ll arrange breakfast,” Harry yawned turning from the window.
“Of course mate. I’ll see you downstairs,” Ron said heading for the door.
“Just toast and tea please,” Harry requested.
“You really need to eat more,” Ron told him.
“I’m just not hungry,” Harry explained.
“Harry you…” Ron started.
“Please Ron,” Harry begged.
“Alright mate just toast and tea. But don’t tell Hermione,” Ron finally said in defeat.
“Thanks Ron,” Harry smiled heading for the shower.
“Oh if only I hadn’t promised,” Ron told the empty room. “Malfoy you are sooo going to pay for this.”