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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
7,445
Reviews:
89
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Currently Reading:
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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.
Schedules
----Chapter 3: Schedules----
Harry’s dream was fairly pleasant. If you count being chased by a bloodied unicorn around in the Department of Mysteries pleasant. But, then again, it was better than some of the other dreams Harry’s had before. At least this time there weren’t any dead people staring out at him through blank eye sockets.
So Harry was running in his dream. Running away relentlessly as a mad unicorn dripping with silver blood galloped after him. It was only natural that if, at the same time in your dream that the unicorn lowered his head and charged full speed at you with his horn protruding menacingly, someone poked harshly at your back, you would wake up screaming bloody murder. And that’s exactly how Harry woke up, tangled up in his blankets. He turned around and stared blurrily at the person standing next to his bed. It was Seamus Finnigan, a sandy-haired boy, who was wearing a wide smile and harshly poked Harry once again, this time in his ribs.
Harry grumbled, “Seamus, there are far more civil ways of waking someone, instead of sticking your finger between a guy’s ribs. Which hurt, by the way.”
Seamus raised an eyebrow at Harry’s remark, “Why did you scream the first time I poked you?” Harry heard snickers at this statement, thinking that everyone else was making fun of him screaming, when they were really laughing at the double meaning of Seamus’ words.
“I was being chased by a unicorn. With an unusually sharp horn. It just so happened that you jabbed me the same time I was supposed to be stabbed by the unicorn. Did you really have to jab me so hard? I suspect it’ll leave a giant bruise now.” Harry said as he rubbed his back and ribs.
“I tried yelling at you. Everyone even pitched in to yell at you once. But you wouldn’t wake up. And it’s nearly time for breakfast, only four minutes left.” Seamus stated, as if it was the obvious thing to poke someone to death if they won’t wake up to measly calls.
Harry grumbled some more and sat up, putting on his glasses. He looked around the room, noticing that, once again, everyone was staring at him intently. Replaying what he had been told yesterday, he groaned in frustration.
What, now my roommates have a gigantic crush on me too? Harry thought scornfully. He grabbed his school robes and stalked off to change in a bathroom.
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Harry walked into the Great Hall a few minutes late, and walked quickly to where Ron and Hermione were already sitting, completely aware of the stares. As Harry sat down, Hermione glanced up at him expectantly, “Well? Do you agree that the reason I gave you was correct?”
Harry scowled, “I can’t think of any better reason right now. But I’m still positively sure that it’s NOT because of my dashing looks, since I don’t even HAVE dashing looks. Everyone’s seriously mental. Utterly and completely mental.”
Ron and Hermione decided to drop the subject seeing that it was impossible right now to convince Harry of his looks. Harry ate silently the whole breakfast, frowning every once in a while when he saw someone stare at him over their cereal.
When their schedules came, Ron, Hermione, and Harry compared their schedules. Ron and Harry’s schedule was:
Monday:
History of Magic
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Lunch
Potions
Care for Magical Creatures
Tuesday:
Double Charms
Lunch
Double Divination
Astronomy
Wednesday:
Transfiguration
History of Magic
Lunch
Herbology
Care for Magical Creatures
Thursday:
Double Defense Against the Dark Arts
Lunch
Double Potions
(Midnight) Astronomy
Friday:
Charms
Herbology
Lunch
Double Transfiguration
Hermione’s schedule was the same, except for instead of Divination she had Arithmancy.
The bell rung for the first class of the year. The trio heaved themselves off their seats and headed for History of Magic, hoping against hope that Professor Binns would actually talk with emotion this year, and not the monotone they were used to.
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TBC!!
Author's Note: Sry, this chapter didn't have much happen in it. But it was very nessary. Next chapter'll be full of action though! At least I think so... haven't exactly planned the whole thing out yet. Heh... but there'll at least be some action... Augh, I'm blabbering. I'll stop now.
YamiBakura: POOOCKKKYYY!!! ^__^
Harry’s dream was fairly pleasant. If you count being chased by a bloodied unicorn around in the Department of Mysteries pleasant. But, then again, it was better than some of the other dreams Harry’s had before. At least this time there weren’t any dead people staring out at him through blank eye sockets.
So Harry was running in his dream. Running away relentlessly as a mad unicorn dripping with silver blood galloped after him. It was only natural that if, at the same time in your dream that the unicorn lowered his head and charged full speed at you with his horn protruding menacingly, someone poked harshly at your back, you would wake up screaming bloody murder. And that’s exactly how Harry woke up, tangled up in his blankets. He turned around and stared blurrily at the person standing next to his bed. It was Seamus Finnigan, a sandy-haired boy, who was wearing a wide smile and harshly poked Harry once again, this time in his ribs.
Harry grumbled, “Seamus, there are far more civil ways of waking someone, instead of sticking your finger between a guy’s ribs. Which hurt, by the way.”
Seamus raised an eyebrow at Harry’s remark, “Why did you scream the first time I poked you?” Harry heard snickers at this statement, thinking that everyone else was making fun of him screaming, when they were really laughing at the double meaning of Seamus’ words.
“I was being chased by a unicorn. With an unusually sharp horn. It just so happened that you jabbed me the same time I was supposed to be stabbed by the unicorn. Did you really have to jab me so hard? I suspect it’ll leave a giant bruise now.” Harry said as he rubbed his back and ribs.
“I tried yelling at you. Everyone even pitched in to yell at you once. But you wouldn’t wake up. And it’s nearly time for breakfast, only four minutes left.” Seamus stated, as if it was the obvious thing to poke someone to death if they won’t wake up to measly calls.
Harry grumbled some more and sat up, putting on his glasses. He looked around the room, noticing that, once again, everyone was staring at him intently. Replaying what he had been told yesterday, he groaned in frustration.
What, now my roommates have a gigantic crush on me too? Harry thought scornfully. He grabbed his school robes and stalked off to change in a bathroom.
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Harry walked into the Great Hall a few minutes late, and walked quickly to where Ron and Hermione were already sitting, completely aware of the stares. As Harry sat down, Hermione glanced up at him expectantly, “Well? Do you agree that the reason I gave you was correct?”
Harry scowled, “I can’t think of any better reason right now. But I’m still positively sure that it’s NOT because of my dashing looks, since I don’t even HAVE dashing looks. Everyone’s seriously mental. Utterly and completely mental.”
Ron and Hermione decided to drop the subject seeing that it was impossible right now to convince Harry of his looks. Harry ate silently the whole breakfast, frowning every once in a while when he saw someone stare at him over their cereal.
When their schedules came, Ron, Hermione, and Harry compared their schedules. Ron and Harry’s schedule was:
Monday:
History of Magic
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Lunch
Potions
Care for Magical Creatures
Tuesday:
Double Charms
Lunch
Double Divination
Astronomy
Wednesday:
Transfiguration
History of Magic
Lunch
Herbology
Care for Magical Creatures
Thursday:
Double Defense Against the Dark Arts
Lunch
Double Potions
(Midnight) Astronomy
Friday:
Charms
Herbology
Lunch
Double Transfiguration
Hermione’s schedule was the same, except for instead of Divination she had Arithmancy.
The bell rung for the first class of the year. The trio heaved themselves off their seats and headed for History of Magic, hoping against hope that Professor Binns would actually talk with emotion this year, and not the monotone they were used to.
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TBC!!
Author's Note: Sry, this chapter didn't have much happen in it. But it was very nessary. Next chapter'll be full of action though! At least I think so... haven't exactly planned the whole thing out yet. Heh... but there'll at least be some action... Augh, I'm blabbering. I'll stop now.
YamiBakura: POOOCKKKYYY!!! ^__^