Discovering Love and Lost Memories
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Adult +
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13
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18,703
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57
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Chapter Twelve
Note: Ok, so here's a bit of crazyness for you. Don't mind me, I'm just going a little crazy. But it wont stop me from updating something or other!
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Draco woke up in Harry’s bed, and found that he was alone. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, yawned, and looked around for any sign of the brunette man. He spotted Harry in the bathroom, where the door was cracked just so that Draco could see movement within the room beyond.
A sound accompanied the view; Harry was humming a very odd tune. It progressed, lengthened, grew louder. He was soon singing the words – and Draco couldn’t help but laugh.
“I'm a Barbie girl in the Barbie world, Life in plastic, it's fantastic, You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere, Imagination, life is your creation…” He was moving around madly; Dancing, Draco supposed. Although he wasn’t sure what Harry was doing could really be called dancing.
Draco pulled himself to the edge of the bed and got up, his feet hitting the cool wooden floor, and moved quickly and silently across the room towards the bathroom.
Inside, the man’s singing voice deepened to a deeper tone. “Come on, Barbie, let's go party.”
Draco leaned on the doorframe and eased the door open. He placed his body in the space the door had occupied as he watched his mate cavort to AQUA’s “Barbie Girl.”
Harry spun around in mid dance step, ready to launch into the next part of the song, when his eyes were met with the sight of a very amused Draco Malfoy. He promptly turned beet red and looked sheepish. His eyes darted around for an escape route. He found none.
“Do this often, Harry love?” Draco asked, just restraining his giggling fit.
Harry raised an eyebrow, seemed to think about it, and then answered. “Actually, yes. Who can resist the dance-pop tunes of AQUA? They were arguably Denmark’s best Eurodance group.”
Draco’s eyebrows shot up as he surveyed Harry’s sudden seriousness. Harry noticed, and would have none of it. He grabbed Draco’s arms and hauled him closer, kissing him gently before launching into the song again.
“Come on Barbie, let’s go party.”
Draco tried his hardest to look shocked and upset, though he failed miserably at it.
“I’m no Barbie girl! And you are certainly no Ken. But if you wish, you may brush my hair, or undress me everywhere.” He raised his eyebrows and wiggled them suggestively. “Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky.”
And that’s just what Harry did for the rest of the morning. That, and teasing Draco for using the words “hanky panky.”
-xxXxx-
Afternoon found the pair sitting in the library, reading the latest copy of the Daily Prophet. Rita Skeeter had, true to her word for once, written a superb article on Draco’s capture and subsequent mistreatment at the hands of the Ministry. She had made an especially large deal over the fact that Draco was a Veela, pregnant, and mated to Harry–The-Boy-Who-Lived–Potter.
Draco was pleased. Harry was shocked that the bitch could actually write something that wasn’t full of lies. Both were interested in what the Ministry would do now that there was a fuss being made about their treatment of prisoners.
Harry made a point to let them know. He went flying. A quick invisibility spell on himself and the broom for the Muggles out there, and Harry launched himself off the roof of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, to “throw away the paper in the rubbish bin.”
He knew the second he left the confines of his house, the Ministry’s people would know, and they would be on the lookout for him. Still, he managed the trip to the rubbish bin and back before they managed anything more then a hastily fired stunning hex.
The paper fell directly into the waiting hands of Ron Weasley, who had hoped that Harry was coming to discuss things rationally for once. Unfortunately, he now knew that wasn’t the case. This had been an act of pure gloating on Harry’s behalf, and it wasn’t at all like him. Malfoy must be manipulating Harry. There was no other answer.
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Draco woke up in Harry’s bed, and found that he was alone. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, yawned, and looked around for any sign of the brunette man. He spotted Harry in the bathroom, where the door was cracked just so that Draco could see movement within the room beyond.
A sound accompanied the view; Harry was humming a very odd tune. It progressed, lengthened, grew louder. He was soon singing the words – and Draco couldn’t help but laugh.
“I'm a Barbie girl in the Barbie world, Life in plastic, it's fantastic, You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere, Imagination, life is your creation…” He was moving around madly; Dancing, Draco supposed. Although he wasn’t sure what Harry was doing could really be called dancing.
Draco pulled himself to the edge of the bed and got up, his feet hitting the cool wooden floor, and moved quickly and silently across the room towards the bathroom.
Inside, the man’s singing voice deepened to a deeper tone. “Come on, Barbie, let's go party.”
Draco leaned on the doorframe and eased the door open. He placed his body in the space the door had occupied as he watched his mate cavort to AQUA’s “Barbie Girl.”
Harry spun around in mid dance step, ready to launch into the next part of the song, when his eyes were met with the sight of a very amused Draco Malfoy. He promptly turned beet red and looked sheepish. His eyes darted around for an escape route. He found none.
“Do this often, Harry love?” Draco asked, just restraining his giggling fit.
Harry raised an eyebrow, seemed to think about it, and then answered. “Actually, yes. Who can resist the dance-pop tunes of AQUA? They were arguably Denmark’s best Eurodance group.”
Draco’s eyebrows shot up as he surveyed Harry’s sudden seriousness. Harry noticed, and would have none of it. He grabbed Draco’s arms and hauled him closer, kissing him gently before launching into the song again.
“Come on Barbie, let’s go party.”
Draco tried his hardest to look shocked and upset, though he failed miserably at it.
“I’m no Barbie girl! And you are certainly no Ken. But if you wish, you may brush my hair, or undress me everywhere.” He raised his eyebrows and wiggled them suggestively. “Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky.”
And that’s just what Harry did for the rest of the morning. That, and teasing Draco for using the words “hanky panky.”
-xxXxx-
Afternoon found the pair sitting in the library, reading the latest copy of the Daily Prophet. Rita Skeeter had, true to her word for once, written a superb article on Draco’s capture and subsequent mistreatment at the hands of the Ministry. She had made an especially large deal over the fact that Draco was a Veela, pregnant, and mated to Harry–The-Boy-Who-Lived–Potter.
Draco was pleased. Harry was shocked that the bitch could actually write something that wasn’t full of lies. Both were interested in what the Ministry would do now that there was a fuss being made about their treatment of prisoners.
Harry made a point to let them know. He went flying. A quick invisibility spell on himself and the broom for the Muggles out there, and Harry launched himself off the roof of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, to “throw away the paper in the rubbish bin.”
He knew the second he left the confines of his house, the Ministry’s people would know, and they would be on the lookout for him. Still, he managed the trip to the rubbish bin and back before they managed anything more then a hastily fired stunning hex.
The paper fell directly into the waiting hands of Ron Weasley, who had hoped that Harry was coming to discuss things rationally for once. Unfortunately, he now knew that wasn’t the case. This had been an act of pure gloating on Harry’s behalf, and it wasn’t at all like him. Malfoy must be manipulating Harry. There was no other answer.