Pre-Ordained
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
7,850
Reviews:
41
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 11
Okay, look, how about this: 10 reviews=1 chapter. I’ve had 3 REVIEWS! THREE! (sigh)
I really apprecithosthose that did review…really, I love you guys. There have been 3,375 hits and 35 reviews. That’s one review per about 96 people. It takes a second to make my day!!!!
-Errad
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“Hermione?” Ron leaned in closer.
“Yes, Ron?” she answered sounding exasperated.
His breath quickened as he caught the scent of Hermione, a crisp, clean smell with a taste of honey lurking beneath it. Ron noticed the way the fire reflected off her hazel eyes, and the tones and shades of her hair, brown they call it, was too simple for that five-letter word. He saw the way her lips were parted slightly, a rosy, curving, appealing blush. And, oh Merlin, her linen shirt was unbuttoned slightly to reveal…the red head leaned in tentatively to kiss her. Hermione responded deepening the kiss.
“WHAT THE FUCK? RON YOU’RE KISSING MY FEAKING GIRLFRIEND!!!” a blazing eyed Harry announced his presence to the couple. Hermione’s skirt was hitched up and blouse unbuttoned, her bra draping elegantly over a Ron’s thigh. Before either of them could explain, he rounded on his girlfriend, “AND YOU SLUT! FOR HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN FUCKING RON? YOU KNIOW, I DON’T EVEN CARE, SO GO BUGGER YOURSELVES SENSELESS FOR ALL I CARE! I’M SURE YOU’VE BEEN BANGING EACH OTHER SENSELESS FOR AGES NOW!”
Storming out, Harry wandered aimlessly, finally reaching the Room of Requirement. He remembered how he and Draco, Gods how he missed him, were here. Opening the door with a soft creak, he found it empty, save for a stool and the Sorting Hat. Tentatively Harry walked toward it, picking up the fraying hat. He paused before abruptly putting it on.
‘Ahh…you again. Yes, well,” the Hat said with a sigh, “Can’t say I haven’t been expecting it. Again. If only you weren’t so stubborn about acting like a Gryffindor for the first four years when I specifically said that you belonged in Slytherin.” But But in teconecond year you also said I was a ‘true Gryffindor’,” Harry asked, perplexed.
“Yes, but you were so good in keeping up the act, for ever since the 5th year I could tell it was an act. I knew for sure then, when after the M.O.P. you were in Dumbledore’s office, that you were a Slytherin. The sword, well, let us just say that Gryffindor and Slytherin were very good friends. I do say, I wonder how you managed to keep it up for so long…but that’s neither here nor there. I made a mistake twice, I won’t again,” the Hat paused before bellowing, “SLYTHERIN!”
Harry slid off the still in shock. Noticing the trunk emblazoned with ‘H. J. Potter’ in curly emerald and silver letters, he stooped to analyze it. He vaguely if he could open, while running his hand down the wood. Pausing on the silver and emerald lock, he prodded it. Glowing it unlocked and the top of the trunk opened slowly. Inside were various rather peculiar Dark Arts things. The array included reading material, sinister objects, and peculiar potions. What struck his fancy were the clothes. In fact, it held the best wizarding brands. The Slytherin robes were rather different from what he saw.
“Racy,” he thought, smiling at the reaction of the faculty and students as tomorrow he would sweep towards the Slytherin table, his table, in these. He felt his eyes droop and immediately he noticed a fluffy, white bed standing.
Before bed, Harry ded ded to do one last thing, “Consummo oris,” he whispered, taking off his glasses and finding he didn’t need them any more. He thanked the Gods that he did not need a want for this particular spell, before falling asleep.
……………..
Heh! Harhoulhould be in Slytherin. Remember 10 reviews=1 chapter. Oh, don’t care if they are by the same person. I just appreciate the thought. :) Review are my drug. Oh, if you didn\'t review. I hexed. YEP! You betcha I did. By the way, everything will come clear in the end. Don\'t worry. I know, confusing, but clear in the end.
-Errad
I really apprecithosthose that did review…really, I love you guys. There have been 3,375 hits and 35 reviews. That’s one review per about 96 people. It takes a second to make my day!!!!
-Errad
+++++++
“Hermione?” Ron leaned in closer.
“Yes, Ron?” she answered sounding exasperated.
His breath quickened as he caught the scent of Hermione, a crisp, clean smell with a taste of honey lurking beneath it. Ron noticed the way the fire reflected off her hazel eyes, and the tones and shades of her hair, brown they call it, was too simple for that five-letter word. He saw the way her lips were parted slightly, a rosy, curving, appealing blush. And, oh Merlin, her linen shirt was unbuttoned slightly to reveal…the red head leaned in tentatively to kiss her. Hermione responded deepening the kiss.
“WHAT THE FUCK? RON YOU’RE KISSING MY FEAKING GIRLFRIEND!!!” a blazing eyed Harry announced his presence to the couple. Hermione’s skirt was hitched up and blouse unbuttoned, her bra draping elegantly over a Ron’s thigh. Before either of them could explain, he rounded on his girlfriend, “AND YOU SLUT! FOR HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN FUCKING RON? YOU KNIOW, I DON’T EVEN CARE, SO GO BUGGER YOURSELVES SENSELESS FOR ALL I CARE! I’M SURE YOU’VE BEEN BANGING EACH OTHER SENSELESS FOR AGES NOW!”
Storming out, Harry wandered aimlessly, finally reaching the Room of Requirement. He remembered how he and Draco, Gods how he missed him, were here. Opening the door with a soft creak, he found it empty, save for a stool and the Sorting Hat. Tentatively Harry walked toward it, picking up the fraying hat. He paused before abruptly putting it on.
‘Ahh…you again. Yes, well,” the Hat said with a sigh, “Can’t say I haven’t been expecting it. Again. If only you weren’t so stubborn about acting like a Gryffindor for the first four years when I specifically said that you belonged in Slytherin.” But But in teconecond year you also said I was a ‘true Gryffindor’,” Harry asked, perplexed.
“Yes, but you were so good in keeping up the act, for ever since the 5th year I could tell it was an act. I knew for sure then, when after the M.O.P. you were in Dumbledore’s office, that you were a Slytherin. The sword, well, let us just say that Gryffindor and Slytherin were very good friends. I do say, I wonder how you managed to keep it up for so long…but that’s neither here nor there. I made a mistake twice, I won’t again,” the Hat paused before bellowing, “SLYTHERIN!”
Harry slid off the still in shock. Noticing the trunk emblazoned with ‘H. J. Potter’ in curly emerald and silver letters, he stooped to analyze it. He vaguely if he could open, while running his hand down the wood. Pausing on the silver and emerald lock, he prodded it. Glowing it unlocked and the top of the trunk opened slowly. Inside were various rather peculiar Dark Arts things. The array included reading material, sinister objects, and peculiar potions. What struck his fancy were the clothes. In fact, it held the best wizarding brands. The Slytherin robes were rather different from what he saw.
“Racy,” he thought, smiling at the reaction of the faculty and students as tomorrow he would sweep towards the Slytherin table, his table, in these. He felt his eyes droop and immediately he noticed a fluffy, white bed standing.
Before bed, Harry ded ded to do one last thing, “Consummo oris,” he whispered, taking off his glasses and finding he didn’t need them any more. He thanked the Gods that he did not need a want for this particular spell, before falling asleep.
……………..
Heh! Harhoulhould be in Slytherin. Remember 10 reviews=1 chapter. Oh, don’t care if they are by the same person. I just appreciate the thought. :) Review are my drug. Oh, if you didn\'t review. I hexed. YEP! You betcha I did. By the way, everything will come clear in the end. Don\'t worry. I know, confusing, but clear in the end.
-Errad