Just an A?
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
16
Views:
8,262
Reviews:
15
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.
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Just an A?
Disclaimer: ...Mine, for all instances and purposes.
Warning: Flustered, nervous, break downs of wizards.
Hermonie had a thoughtful, sholarly look on her face.
Ron stared at him like a fish would, out of water, if it thought you were crazy.
"Well?" Harry shifted uncomfortably. "Say something."
"Harry, there isn't much to say. You've made your discition. We can't stop you."
"Bull - Er, I mean, The Hell we can't!!" Ron once again began a ranting list of all Draco's bad points.
That was exactly the reason Harry had brought them to the old Chamber of Secrets after dinner, Ron could yell as much as he wanted.
"Hermonie?" Harry asked cautiously.
"Hmm?" She was watching with great amusment as Ron continued to rant, he even began to jump up and down.
"What does one wear to a meet of friends?"
"We meet all the time you could wear something you'd wear with us."
"Yes but..." Harry wasn't sure how to put it. He had pixies in his stomach already.
"Didn't think so. Got just the thing."
Ron's face had turned an alarming shade of red as he yelled, "DAMNIT HARRY!!"
Harry tryed to look as innocent as possible. Which was pretty darned good. Ron envied that look. "Yes, Ron, my dearest friend?"
Ron looked stunned to have the look turned on him. Harry looked like an innocent puppydog. "Shite!!" He whirled away to continue ranting.
Hermonie stood, tugging on Harry's sleeve to get him to stand. "Ron, you stay here, I'll be back."
---
"THIS?!" Harry asked. "I can't wear this to meet a friend!"
"You wanted to wear something speacil for Draco."
"No I-"
"Harry, be honest."
He looked at the floor. "Okay, so, maybe."
"Mmm-Hmm." She smiled. "Off you go. Have fun."
"Thanks, Hermonie."
"Anytime."
Disclaimer: ...Mine, for all instances and purposes.
Warning: Flustered, nervous, break downs of wizards.
Hermonie had a thoughtful, sholarly look on her face.
Ron stared at him like a fish would, out of water, if it thought you were crazy.
"Well?" Harry shifted uncomfortably. "Say something."
"Harry, there isn't much to say. You've made your discition. We can't stop you."
"Bull - Er, I mean, The Hell we can't!!" Ron once again began a ranting list of all Draco's bad points.
That was exactly the reason Harry had brought them to the old Chamber of Secrets after dinner, Ron could yell as much as he wanted.
"Hermonie?" Harry asked cautiously.
"Hmm?" She was watching with great amusment as Ron continued to rant, he even began to jump up and down.
"What does one wear to a meet of friends?"
"We meet all the time you could wear something you'd wear with us."
"Yes but..." Harry wasn't sure how to put it. He had pixies in his stomach already.
"Didn't think so. Got just the thing."
Ron's face had turned an alarming shade of red as he yelled, "DAMNIT HARRY!!"
Harry tryed to look as innocent as possible. Which was pretty darned good. Ron envied that look. "Yes, Ron, my dearest friend?"
Ron looked stunned to have the look turned on him. Harry looked like an innocent puppydog. "Shite!!" He whirled away to continue ranting.
Hermonie stood, tugging on Harry's sleeve to get him to stand. "Ron, you stay here, I'll be back."
---
"THIS?!" Harry asked. "I can't wear this to meet a friend!"
"You wanted to wear something speacil for Draco."
"No I-"
"Harry, be honest."
He looked at the floor. "Okay, so, maybe."
"Mmm-Hmm." She smiled. "Off you go. Have fun."
"Thanks, Hermonie."
"Anytime."