Embracing the Real Us
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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12
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20,083
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146
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Sweet Revenge and Allergies...oops
Author Note: This is a really short chapter I know, but it's just a kind of filler chapter before the next one, which is in progress I promise!!! Oh yea, and it seems like a bit of a cop out.....and it kind of is, but there is much more to it than you think, I just really wanted to get on to the good stuff, which will be up soon!!! Hope you lot enjoy!!!!!! oh yea, REVIEW! Please, REVIEW!
Disclaimer: If it were mine, I would be the millionare and not up to my tits in student loans....
Sweet Revenge and Allergies…oops
The return to Hogwarts proved annoying and horrible for the four teens. The moment they stepped onto the platform at 9 ¾ they were bombarded by the wizarding media looking for more information on the elusive Harry Potter and his involvement with the Slytherins. It was unlucky for them that Severus and James had returned early, as they might have been able to prevent what happened…
Harry stood fuming listening to all the questions presented to him, his body shaking from the anger at his personal life being invaded. Draco glared daggers at them while Layla and Hermione stood on either side of the boys keeping them from being touched. Finally, Harry had had enough when Rita Skeeter opened her pursed little mouth.
“Harry is it true that you’re going to have the child of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, after all, you are his sex slave.” The small woman asked him. Harry’s eyes shot up to meet her and she flinched when she saw all the anger and violence he was harboring.
“You listen to me you little bitch.” He growled. “I have never, nor will I ever be in league with that monster. How dare you accuse me of sleeping with him?” Harry’s voice was rising as he continued. “I will kill the bastard for you people, but you can be damned sure that it’s only because you lot are incompetent and believe the words of an inane an incompetent poor excuse of a wizard!” Harry was nearly screaming at them by the time he finished. His body was shaking so badly that the baby let out a burst of energy from inside her bubble to protect her father, thus causing each and every one of the reporters to fall on their asses. The little group looked shocked for a brief moment before getting on the train.
That evening in the Slytherin common room Harry had called some of the sixth years for a meeting. Sitting around the raven haired teen and his fiancé, Harry still got chills thinking of it…
~Flashback~
“I was already planning on doing this before my mother so rudely ruined my plans.” Draco opened the box and took out the ring. “But, even though we’re only sixteen, and still in school, I love you with ever fiber of my being, and I always will. Harry, will you marry me?”
Speechless Harry stared wide eyed at the blonde. His thoughts going crazy, one side telling him to go for it, that he loved Draco. The other side however, was telling him that he was sixteen and that marrying Draco would make it that much harder on the blonde when the time came for Harry to fight Voldemort, as like he always thought, he was going to die. Harry stared into Draco’s eyes, watching the turmoil going on behind those silver orbs.
Draco was in a panic. What if Harry said no? Why would Harry say no? He wouldn’t know what to do if he did… Suddenly he was thrown from his thoughts when he felt arms around him.
“I could never say no to you.” Harry whispered into Draco’s neck. The blonde beamed and pulled away to put the ring on his love’s finger, but not before showing him the inscription on the inside. One word; Yours.
~End Flashback~
Harry unconsciously fingered his ring as he looked around the room at, Hermione and Layla, seated next to them on the couch; Blaise and Pansy near the fireplace; Crabbe and Goyle standing across from Harry and Draco; and Millicent and Theo were lounging on the floor near the couch.
“I think we’ve let them sit for long enough.” Harry started. “For the moment we will still ignore them all, however, I think that we have the perfect revenge on those idiots.”
“We need all of you to help us with this, we need to formulate a potion that we can have the house elves give to the sixth year Gryffindors so that on Valentine’s Day, they will all be walking around in the nude.” Draco continued with a smirk on his face.
“But, they won’t know it. They’ll all go about their day thinking their fully dressed.” Hermione giggled. The rest of the group stared for a moment before bursting out laughing.
“That’s bloody brilliant!” Blaise hollered.
“I don’t really want to see any of them naked…” Pansy shuddered. “But it’s going to be bloody hilarious!”
Soon the group was in a huddle trying to figure out how to get it done.
Finally, Valentine’s Day came and with the assistance of Dobby and Winky, at the breakfast tables the Gryffindor sixth years were given goblets of festive pink tinted pumpkin juice laced with the Slytherins’ ingenious potion. Laughter was heard throughout as many had fallen victim to the potion, but that laughter soon died as the heard a student choking. Professors ran to the Gryffindor table to see one Ron Weasley on the floor in agony, his throat collapsing. Many of the students in the hall were on their feet in seconds to see what was happening; the Slytherins were no exception. They watched as Ron was levitated away to the hospital wing.
“Do you think-?” Pansy started.
“Don’t even think it.” Layla shushed her.
“Headmaster, it looks like he had an allergic reaction to something.”
“I don’t know of anything that could have caused this Poppy.” The headmaster looked on with a pained expression on his face.
“What are we going to tell his parents Albus?” McGonagall asked quietly from her place around the bed.
“It was just an accident.” Poppy whispered sadly. “If he had any allergies, he didn’t say anything to anyone, thus the house elves weren’t to know.” She choked back a slight sob.
“I must go and inform the boy’s parents.” Albus said swiftly and furiously exiting the room. James couldn’t help the slight sense of justice he felt, and the twinge of guilt that followed. McGonagall left to fetch the youngest Weasley and break the news to her.
As the room emptied, Madam Pomfrey carefully placed a sheet over the body of the newly deceased Ronald Weasley.
Disclaimer: If it were mine, I would be the millionare and not up to my tits in student loans....
Sweet Revenge and Allergies…oops
The return to Hogwarts proved annoying and horrible for the four teens. The moment they stepped onto the platform at 9 ¾ they were bombarded by the wizarding media looking for more information on the elusive Harry Potter and his involvement with the Slytherins. It was unlucky for them that Severus and James had returned early, as they might have been able to prevent what happened…
Harry stood fuming listening to all the questions presented to him, his body shaking from the anger at his personal life being invaded. Draco glared daggers at them while Layla and Hermione stood on either side of the boys keeping them from being touched. Finally, Harry had had enough when Rita Skeeter opened her pursed little mouth.
“Harry is it true that you’re going to have the child of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, after all, you are his sex slave.” The small woman asked him. Harry’s eyes shot up to meet her and she flinched when she saw all the anger and violence he was harboring.
“You listen to me you little bitch.” He growled. “I have never, nor will I ever be in league with that monster. How dare you accuse me of sleeping with him?” Harry’s voice was rising as he continued. “I will kill the bastard for you people, but you can be damned sure that it’s only because you lot are incompetent and believe the words of an inane an incompetent poor excuse of a wizard!” Harry was nearly screaming at them by the time he finished. His body was shaking so badly that the baby let out a burst of energy from inside her bubble to protect her father, thus causing each and every one of the reporters to fall on their asses. The little group looked shocked for a brief moment before getting on the train.
That evening in the Slytherin common room Harry had called some of the sixth years for a meeting. Sitting around the raven haired teen and his fiancé, Harry still got chills thinking of it…
~Flashback~
“I was already planning on doing this before my mother so rudely ruined my plans.” Draco opened the box and took out the ring. “But, even though we’re only sixteen, and still in school, I love you with ever fiber of my being, and I always will. Harry, will you marry me?”
Speechless Harry stared wide eyed at the blonde. His thoughts going crazy, one side telling him to go for it, that he loved Draco. The other side however, was telling him that he was sixteen and that marrying Draco would make it that much harder on the blonde when the time came for Harry to fight Voldemort, as like he always thought, he was going to die. Harry stared into Draco’s eyes, watching the turmoil going on behind those silver orbs.
Draco was in a panic. What if Harry said no? Why would Harry say no? He wouldn’t know what to do if he did… Suddenly he was thrown from his thoughts when he felt arms around him.
“I could never say no to you.” Harry whispered into Draco’s neck. The blonde beamed and pulled away to put the ring on his love’s finger, but not before showing him the inscription on the inside. One word; Yours.
~End Flashback~
Harry unconsciously fingered his ring as he looked around the room at, Hermione and Layla, seated next to them on the couch; Blaise and Pansy near the fireplace; Crabbe and Goyle standing across from Harry and Draco; and Millicent and Theo were lounging on the floor near the couch.
“I think we’ve let them sit for long enough.” Harry started. “For the moment we will still ignore them all, however, I think that we have the perfect revenge on those idiots.”
“We need all of you to help us with this, we need to formulate a potion that we can have the house elves give to the sixth year Gryffindors so that on Valentine’s Day, they will all be walking around in the nude.” Draco continued with a smirk on his face.
“But, they won’t know it. They’ll all go about their day thinking their fully dressed.” Hermione giggled. The rest of the group stared for a moment before bursting out laughing.
“That’s bloody brilliant!” Blaise hollered.
“I don’t really want to see any of them naked…” Pansy shuddered. “But it’s going to be bloody hilarious!”
Soon the group was in a huddle trying to figure out how to get it done.
Finally, Valentine’s Day came and with the assistance of Dobby and Winky, at the breakfast tables the Gryffindor sixth years were given goblets of festive pink tinted pumpkin juice laced with the Slytherins’ ingenious potion. Laughter was heard throughout as many had fallen victim to the potion, but that laughter soon died as the heard a student choking. Professors ran to the Gryffindor table to see one Ron Weasley on the floor in agony, his throat collapsing. Many of the students in the hall were on their feet in seconds to see what was happening; the Slytherins were no exception. They watched as Ron was levitated away to the hospital wing.
“Do you think-?” Pansy started.
“Don’t even think it.” Layla shushed her.
“Headmaster, it looks like he had an allergic reaction to something.”
“I don’t know of anything that could have caused this Poppy.” The headmaster looked on with a pained expression on his face.
“What are we going to tell his parents Albus?” McGonagall asked quietly from her place around the bed.
“It was just an accident.” Poppy whispered sadly. “If he had any allergies, he didn’t say anything to anyone, thus the house elves weren’t to know.” She choked back a slight sob.
“I must go and inform the boy’s parents.” Albus said swiftly and furiously exiting the room. James couldn’t help the slight sense of justice he felt, and the twinge of guilt that followed. McGonagall left to fetch the youngest Weasley and break the news to her.
As the room emptied, Madam Pomfrey carefully placed a sheet over the body of the newly deceased Ronald Weasley.