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The real chapter 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters found in the book so please don’t sue me.
Dannigurl: I’m back! Yes I know finally but actually my friend bailed on me and didn’t write the chapter. She had a lot of stuff to finish so I couldn’t put her in the position to write when she was busy so I’ve decided that I shall continue to write this story. I hope people still read this story. Um now that my other story is almost finished I can update this one more often. This is Chapter 3!!
For these chapters and future ones /…/means thoughts.
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Chapter 3
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The most popular Gryffindor sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, twirling his spoon in his oatmeal sullenly. He kept his eyes carefully trained downward, not daring to meet the eyes of his friends. Last night had been absolutely humiliating and he had wanted nothing more than to sink into a hole and die.
/Of all the rotten things to happen! Why did they have to walk in that exact moment? With my tongue rammed down Draco’s throat! Great! Now I’m calling him Draco./ Harry sunk lower on the bench as he became more sullen. He didn’t know what came over him yesterday. Sure he thought Malfoy was attractive and Harry did fancy blokes but to actually kiss one was a different story. And Malfoy of all people!
He could still feel the touch of Malfoy’s impossibly soft yet firm lips upon his. Harry stifled a groan as the thoughts that had kept him up all last night filtered into his mind once again. He had forced himself not to go to sleep. He hadn’t wanted to dream another one of *those* dreams again. He knew exactly what was going to happen. He and Malfoy would have been going at each other again. And even though the thought aroused him, he still hated Malfoy and didn’t want to think of him in any way other than in hatred.
Harry lifted his spoon filled with oatmeal lazily to his mouth. He felt like crap and he had no energy to do anything. All that he wanted was to curl up in his bed and sleep dreamlessly. No dreams of Malfoy swirling his mind.
“Harry? Harry are you okay? You look like you haven’t slept a wink!” Ron said as he eyed the bags under Harry’s eyes.
“That’s cause I haven’t Ron.” Harry replied lifelessly.
“Is it…? Is it because of what happened last night?” Ron whispered as he leaned closer to Harry, not wishing anyone to overhear him. Harry tried not to wince as he remembered exactly what happened last night.
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FLASHBACK
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Harry slowly peeled himself off of Malfoy, a horrified look on his face. He blankly registered the look of shock on the faces of Blaize, Pansy, Hermione and Ron. He heard more than saw Malfoy get up, straightening his robes. The Slytherin had his usual look of aloofness as if he hadn’t been snogging the boy he swore that he hated.
“Well? Are you just going to stand there airing your mouths or are one of you ponces going to say something?” Malfoy asked, smirking that infuriating smirk of his.
“What were you two doing?” Ron asked, gulping slightly as he waited for the answer he knew was coming.
“What did it look like we were doing Weasel?” Draco practically sneered.
“It looked like you and Harry were – were k-kissing!” Ron sputtered.
“Got it in one Weasel and mudblood didn’t have to help you with that one.”
Ignoring Draco’s taunt, Ron continued, “I know that you guys were…doing *that* but *why*? Why him? Why Malfoy of all people? Harry for Merlin’s sake he’s a bloke! Snogging another bloke is gay Harry and you’re not gay so you shouldn’t be snogging a guy! Do you understand me?” Ron snapped, finally turning his attention and questions toward a still brain-numb Harry.
“Hey Weasel if you want to throw a tantrum because you found your best mate snogging another guy, a guy that is your sworn enemy do it on your own time. You should be thanking Golden Boy because he was defending the honor of you and Miss I-know-everything-there-is-to-know-about-everything Granger. I was saying something along the lines of “That Weasel is barely richer than dirt and maybe physical beauty might save her from the stain of being a mudblood but then I remember that no one would consider her good enough to be average looking before Potter tackled me to the ground. Then I asked him if he had a hero complex and if he used his “courage” to make up for areas that he was otherwise lacking. This of course just riled him up more and he was about to take a swing at me. So I thought if I was going to get punched I might as well embarrass him more. So I kissed him. There you have it Weasel. You can sleep easily. Potter isn’t a flaming queer.”
“Is that true Harry?” Hermione asked him gently. She didn’t buy that story for one minute but if that was the story that Harry wanted to tell then she’d get the truth from him eventually.
Harry just nodded his head. He couldn’t believe that Malfoy was covering for him. It made him wonder why he was doing that and if it was going to come back and bite Harry in the ass. He glanced at Malfoy, seeing him smirking as usual. He tried to keep his eyes focused on Malfoy’s eyes but he found himself looking at the other boy’s lips. The way one side tipped higher than the other to form that infuriating smirk. A smirk that wasn’t as infuriating as it was before. A smirk that now reminded Harry of how good Draco – er Malfoy tasted. How soft and skilled those pink lips were and of how much he wanted to have them on him and in different places.
“Well there you have it kiddies. Potter has said that it is true so it must be. Now this has become terribly boring and as much as
I would *love* to chat with the ever so friendly Gryffindors, I have other things to attend to.” Draco said haughtily, heading to the door.
“Draco wait,” Pansy called to him. “We’re all dying to know…How was the great Harry Potter? Was he good at kissing as he was at everything else?”
“Well if you must know, I’d have to equate it with wanting cotton candy but getting a mouthful of sand. Not very pleasant and quite disappointing.” With a sweep of his robes that mirrored Snape’s almost exactly, Draco left the room with Pansy and Blaize not too far behind.
Harry knew that his face was beet red with embarrassed, residual lust and an intense anger. He had thought that he had hated Draco Malfoy and that he couldn’t feel anything beyond that. He was wrong. Now he despised Malfoy with every fiber of his being. He didn’t know what had come over him but it wasn’t going to happen again. Without a word, Harry left the classroom and headed to Gryffindor tower, not really caring if Ron and ‘mione followed or not.
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END FLASHBACK
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Harry was brought back to reality by Hermione tapping him on the arm. He looked over to her questioningly.
“You’ve got a letter Harry.” She nudged the letter towards him, before turning to talk to Ron about something or the other. Harry took the letter, wondering whom it could be from since he didn’t recognize the handwriting. He opened it and read it before re-reading it again.
Potter,
Save me a seat in Potions. We need to discuss some important matters.
D. M
It didn’t take a genius to figure out who ‘D.M’ was but why did he want to talk to Harry? /Probably to rub it in. The fucking git./ Harry didn’t know what to make of it but he’d have to wait until the end of the day, then he would see Malfoy and find out what he wanted. Harry wadded up the letter up and left it on the table, knowing the house elves would throw it away for him.
“I’m going to get some fresh air before classes start. I’ll meet you in herbology in few minutes.” Without waiting for Ron and Hermione to reply, Harry gathered his things and left the great hall, not noticing Hermione picking up the discarded letter or Draco Malfoy getting up and leaving the great hall after him.
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END OF CHAPTER 3
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Dannigurl: Again I want to apologize for this update being so late but it couldn’t have been helped. Sorry that this chapter was soooo boring but it had to be done and I had to kinda feel my way back into writing this story since it has been so long. Don\'t worry but I promise it will get better...eventually. Sorry if it was short. I didn’t want to write a whole lot and then not get reviews because no one was reading it. So if you like it please let me know….leave a review and if you want send me an email at viperbite4eva@yahoo.com. Thanks for reading this…..
Dannigurl: I’m back! Yes I know finally but actually my friend bailed on me and didn’t write the chapter. She had a lot of stuff to finish so I couldn’t put her in the position to write when she was busy so I’ve decided that I shall continue to write this story. I hope people still read this story. Um now that my other story is almost finished I can update this one more often. This is Chapter 3!!
For these chapters and future ones /…/means thoughts.
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Chapter 3
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The most popular Gryffindor sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, twirling his spoon in his oatmeal sullenly. He kept his eyes carefully trained downward, not daring to meet the eyes of his friends. Last night had been absolutely humiliating and he had wanted nothing more than to sink into a hole and die.
/Of all the rotten things to happen! Why did they have to walk in that exact moment? With my tongue rammed down Draco’s throat! Great! Now I’m calling him Draco./ Harry sunk lower on the bench as he became more sullen. He didn’t know what came over him yesterday. Sure he thought Malfoy was attractive and Harry did fancy blokes but to actually kiss one was a different story. And Malfoy of all people!
He could still feel the touch of Malfoy’s impossibly soft yet firm lips upon his. Harry stifled a groan as the thoughts that had kept him up all last night filtered into his mind once again. He had forced himself not to go to sleep. He hadn’t wanted to dream another one of *those* dreams again. He knew exactly what was going to happen. He and Malfoy would have been going at each other again. And even though the thought aroused him, he still hated Malfoy and didn’t want to think of him in any way other than in hatred.
Harry lifted his spoon filled with oatmeal lazily to his mouth. He felt like crap and he had no energy to do anything. All that he wanted was to curl up in his bed and sleep dreamlessly. No dreams of Malfoy swirling his mind.
“Harry? Harry are you okay? You look like you haven’t slept a wink!” Ron said as he eyed the bags under Harry’s eyes.
“That’s cause I haven’t Ron.” Harry replied lifelessly.
“Is it…? Is it because of what happened last night?” Ron whispered as he leaned closer to Harry, not wishing anyone to overhear him. Harry tried not to wince as he remembered exactly what happened last night.
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FLASHBACK
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Harry slowly peeled himself off of Malfoy, a horrified look on his face. He blankly registered the look of shock on the faces of Blaize, Pansy, Hermione and Ron. He heard more than saw Malfoy get up, straightening his robes. The Slytherin had his usual look of aloofness as if he hadn’t been snogging the boy he swore that he hated.
“Well? Are you just going to stand there airing your mouths or are one of you ponces going to say something?” Malfoy asked, smirking that infuriating smirk of his.
“What were you two doing?” Ron asked, gulping slightly as he waited for the answer he knew was coming.
“What did it look like we were doing Weasel?” Draco practically sneered.
“It looked like you and Harry were – were k-kissing!” Ron sputtered.
“Got it in one Weasel and mudblood didn’t have to help you with that one.”
Ignoring Draco’s taunt, Ron continued, “I know that you guys were…doing *that* but *why*? Why him? Why Malfoy of all people? Harry for Merlin’s sake he’s a bloke! Snogging another bloke is gay Harry and you’re not gay so you shouldn’t be snogging a guy! Do you understand me?” Ron snapped, finally turning his attention and questions toward a still brain-numb Harry.
“Hey Weasel if you want to throw a tantrum because you found your best mate snogging another guy, a guy that is your sworn enemy do it on your own time. You should be thanking Golden Boy because he was defending the honor of you and Miss I-know-everything-there-is-to-know-about-everything Granger. I was saying something along the lines of “That Weasel is barely richer than dirt and maybe physical beauty might save her from the stain of being a mudblood but then I remember that no one would consider her good enough to be average looking before Potter tackled me to the ground. Then I asked him if he had a hero complex and if he used his “courage” to make up for areas that he was otherwise lacking. This of course just riled him up more and he was about to take a swing at me. So I thought if I was going to get punched I might as well embarrass him more. So I kissed him. There you have it Weasel. You can sleep easily. Potter isn’t a flaming queer.”
“Is that true Harry?” Hermione asked him gently. She didn’t buy that story for one minute but if that was the story that Harry wanted to tell then she’d get the truth from him eventually.
Harry just nodded his head. He couldn’t believe that Malfoy was covering for him. It made him wonder why he was doing that and if it was going to come back and bite Harry in the ass. He glanced at Malfoy, seeing him smirking as usual. He tried to keep his eyes focused on Malfoy’s eyes but he found himself looking at the other boy’s lips. The way one side tipped higher than the other to form that infuriating smirk. A smirk that wasn’t as infuriating as it was before. A smirk that now reminded Harry of how good Draco – er Malfoy tasted. How soft and skilled those pink lips were and of how much he wanted to have them on him and in different places.
“Well there you have it kiddies. Potter has said that it is true so it must be. Now this has become terribly boring and as much as
I would *love* to chat with the ever so friendly Gryffindors, I have other things to attend to.” Draco said haughtily, heading to the door.
“Draco wait,” Pansy called to him. “We’re all dying to know…How was the great Harry Potter? Was he good at kissing as he was at everything else?”
“Well if you must know, I’d have to equate it with wanting cotton candy but getting a mouthful of sand. Not very pleasant and quite disappointing.” With a sweep of his robes that mirrored Snape’s almost exactly, Draco left the room with Pansy and Blaize not too far behind.
Harry knew that his face was beet red with embarrassed, residual lust and an intense anger. He had thought that he had hated Draco Malfoy and that he couldn’t feel anything beyond that. He was wrong. Now he despised Malfoy with every fiber of his being. He didn’t know what had come over him but it wasn’t going to happen again. Without a word, Harry left the classroom and headed to Gryffindor tower, not really caring if Ron and ‘mione followed or not.
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END FLASHBACK
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Harry was brought back to reality by Hermione tapping him on the arm. He looked over to her questioningly.
“You’ve got a letter Harry.” She nudged the letter towards him, before turning to talk to Ron about something or the other. Harry took the letter, wondering whom it could be from since he didn’t recognize the handwriting. He opened it and read it before re-reading it again.
Potter,
Save me a seat in Potions. We need to discuss some important matters.
D. M
It didn’t take a genius to figure out who ‘D.M’ was but why did he want to talk to Harry? /Probably to rub it in. The fucking git./ Harry didn’t know what to make of it but he’d have to wait until the end of the day, then he would see Malfoy and find out what he wanted. Harry wadded up the letter up and left it on the table, knowing the house elves would throw it away for him.
“I’m going to get some fresh air before classes start. I’ll meet you in herbology in few minutes.” Without waiting for Ron and Hermione to reply, Harry gathered his things and left the great hall, not noticing Hermione picking up the discarded letter or Draco Malfoy getting up and leaving the great hall after him.
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END OF CHAPTER 3
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Dannigurl: Again I want to apologize for this update being so late but it couldn’t have been helped. Sorry that this chapter was soooo boring but it had to be done and I had to kinda feel my way back into writing this story since it has been so long. Don\'t worry but I promise it will get better...eventually. Sorry if it was short. I didn’t want to write a whole lot and then not get reviews because no one was reading it. So if you like it please let me know….leave a review and if you want send me an email at viperbite4eva@yahoo.com. Thanks for reading this…..