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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
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2,599
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21
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Laughing
Chapter 7:
Laughing
(((…Slytherins…)))
“Don’t look,”
“Tell me?”
‘They are staring. That’s all.’
‘Don’t lie.’
Draco’s hearing was so much better than Harry’s. He knew what was going on. He could hear their whispers.
‘They say you are evil, the heir of Slytherin. The next Dark Lord. They say you should have been in Slytherin.’
‘Well…they are right about the last.’
‘I know.’
‘Tell me the rest?’
‘Pansy wants to know if we are shagging.’
Harry burst into laughter at that. Draco turned from the Slytherins to watch the almost hysterical boy.
‘Should we tell them?’
‘Harry, they already think I’ve gone mad. I am an outsider in my house.’
‘But it would be fun…’
‘That it would.’
The two boys stood, stretching like newly awakened cats.
‘Remember,’ Draco thought as they crossed to the group of Slytherin watchers. ‘You promised fun.’
‘And we’ll have it.’ The smirk on the Golden Boy’s face was one the Malfoy could envy.
(((…Gryffindors…)))
“Harry,” Hermione moaned.
“No Mione, I’m not going to tell you.”
“But mate, why?” Ron asked almost moaning himself.
“It’s a matter between Draco and myself,” Harry told them. He was still calm, though the only reason was the laughter in his head. Draco found this all to be very amusing.
‘They flinched when I said your name,’ Harry told the Slytherin, ‘it was as though I had said Voldemort’s name.’ Draco was laughing so hard that Harry knew the must be cracking up aloud in the dungeons. ‘Getting any strange look?’ he asked.
‘Oh…yes! Pansy thinks I’ve lost my mind. I can’t even talk!’
“Harry?” Hermione called for the third time, her hand waving in front of Harry’s face.
“What is it Mione?”
“You…you weren’t answering me… was…was it Vol…Voldamort?”
‘I was wrong,’ Harry chuckled to Draco, ‘they flinch more at your name than his. Even Ron…’
‘P…please! Har...Harry! STOP! I…I ca…can’t bre…ath!’
‘Sorry ‘bought that…’
“Why are you smiling?” Ron demanded.
“You guys really need to stop now,” Harry said, fighting his own laughter now. Draco was far to infectious. “Really. Stop. I can’t tell you…”
“You mean you WON’T!” Ron yelled.
“I won’t and I can’t. Now stop.” by now Harry was out and out laughing.
“WHAT IS SO BLOODY FUNNY?”
Harry couldn’t answer. He was laughing to hard to speak.
(((…Fun…)))
“Why did you bring HIM?” Pansy demanded with her bony finger directing a path to Harry’s chest.
“Didn’t you mother ever teach you it’s not polite to point?” Harry amiably question. To Draco he said, ‘I thought you said they thought I should be in Slytherin.’
“Like I care about being polite to a bloody GRYFFINDOR!” Pansy spat.
Draco didn’t even turn as he explained, ‘I didn’t say they believed it…or wanted it.’
‘Ah.’
‘Yes.’ Draco‘s next comment was spoken for Pansy. “Now, now Pansy,” he began with a smile that closely resembled his smirk. “Here we came all the way over here to answer YOUR question. The least you could do is keep yourself civil long enough to hear us out.”
Pansy stared at him in confusion, then blushed as she realized what he had meant. “But how did you…”
“You know me better than that my dear,” Draco told her in a voice as dry as the desert in summer. “Do you want your answer or are you going to dither through the rest of our patience.”
“Our?”
“Are you daft or simply to comfortable in your own naiveté to gain the truth to your rumor?” Harry asked.
Pansy huffed at that. Puffing herself up she gestured for them to speak. It was very well done for someone without a comeback.
Draco glanced at Harry, showing him the malicious glint in those silver eyes.
‘Fun now?’ Harry asked.
‘Let’s play!’ Draco crooned. He turned back to the Slytherin’s and said in a quite voice that the others had to lean forward to hear, “You wanted to know if I am shagging the Boy-Who-Lived, yes?”
Pansy nodded her head, holding her breath in anticipation.
“And if I were…” Draco trailed off.
Harry caught his queue and whispered, “You would want to know if I had turned dark. Or if Draco had simply gone mad…”
“And when we give you that tidbit you’d want to hear the reason for such a shift…”
“And once that is explained you would have it all…”
“You would know everything…”
“You would honor this information for you would be the only ones who knew…”
“And that…” this time when Draco paused Harry did not speak. Neither boy moved, drinking in the Slytherins’ anticipation.
“…that,” Harry whispered. “…would…be…bad…”
As one Harry and Draco spun around and walked away from the dumbfounded Slytherins. Curses followed them all the way to the castle. Neither boy heard them…they were to busy laughing.
Laughing
(((…Slytherins…)))
“Don’t look,”
“Tell me?”
‘They are staring. That’s all.’
‘Don’t lie.’
Draco’s hearing was so much better than Harry’s. He knew what was going on. He could hear their whispers.
‘They say you are evil, the heir of Slytherin. The next Dark Lord. They say you should have been in Slytherin.’
‘Well…they are right about the last.’
‘I know.’
‘Tell me the rest?’
‘Pansy wants to know if we are shagging.’
Harry burst into laughter at that. Draco turned from the Slytherins to watch the almost hysterical boy.
‘Should we tell them?’
‘Harry, they already think I’ve gone mad. I am an outsider in my house.’
‘But it would be fun…’
‘That it would.’
The two boys stood, stretching like newly awakened cats.
‘Remember,’ Draco thought as they crossed to the group of Slytherin watchers. ‘You promised fun.’
‘And we’ll have it.’ The smirk on the Golden Boy’s face was one the Malfoy could envy.
(((…Gryffindors…)))
“Harry,” Hermione moaned.
“No Mione, I’m not going to tell you.”
“But mate, why?” Ron asked almost moaning himself.
“It’s a matter between Draco and myself,” Harry told them. He was still calm, though the only reason was the laughter in his head. Draco found this all to be very amusing.
‘They flinched when I said your name,’ Harry told the Slytherin, ‘it was as though I had said Voldemort’s name.’ Draco was laughing so hard that Harry knew the must be cracking up aloud in the dungeons. ‘Getting any strange look?’ he asked.
‘Oh…yes! Pansy thinks I’ve lost my mind. I can’t even talk!’
“Harry?” Hermione called for the third time, her hand waving in front of Harry’s face.
“What is it Mione?”
“You…you weren’t answering me… was…was it Vol…Voldamort?”
‘I was wrong,’ Harry chuckled to Draco, ‘they flinch more at your name than his. Even Ron…’
‘P…please! Har...Harry! STOP! I…I ca…can’t bre…ath!’
‘Sorry ‘bought that…’
“Why are you smiling?” Ron demanded.
“You guys really need to stop now,” Harry said, fighting his own laughter now. Draco was far to infectious. “Really. Stop. I can’t tell you…”
“You mean you WON’T!” Ron yelled.
“I won’t and I can’t. Now stop.” by now Harry was out and out laughing.
“WHAT IS SO BLOODY FUNNY?”
Harry couldn’t answer. He was laughing to hard to speak.
(((…Fun…)))
“Why did you bring HIM?” Pansy demanded with her bony finger directing a path to Harry’s chest.
“Didn’t you mother ever teach you it’s not polite to point?” Harry amiably question. To Draco he said, ‘I thought you said they thought I should be in Slytherin.’
“Like I care about being polite to a bloody GRYFFINDOR!” Pansy spat.
Draco didn’t even turn as he explained, ‘I didn’t say they believed it…or wanted it.’
‘Ah.’
‘Yes.’ Draco‘s next comment was spoken for Pansy. “Now, now Pansy,” he began with a smile that closely resembled his smirk. “Here we came all the way over here to answer YOUR question. The least you could do is keep yourself civil long enough to hear us out.”
Pansy stared at him in confusion, then blushed as she realized what he had meant. “But how did you…”
“You know me better than that my dear,” Draco told her in a voice as dry as the desert in summer. “Do you want your answer or are you going to dither through the rest of our patience.”
“Our?”
“Are you daft or simply to comfortable in your own naiveté to gain the truth to your rumor?” Harry asked.
Pansy huffed at that. Puffing herself up she gestured for them to speak. It was very well done for someone without a comeback.
Draco glanced at Harry, showing him the malicious glint in those silver eyes.
‘Fun now?’ Harry asked.
‘Let’s play!’ Draco crooned. He turned back to the Slytherin’s and said in a quite voice that the others had to lean forward to hear, “You wanted to know if I am shagging the Boy-Who-Lived, yes?”
Pansy nodded her head, holding her breath in anticipation.
“And if I were…” Draco trailed off.
Harry caught his queue and whispered, “You would want to know if I had turned dark. Or if Draco had simply gone mad…”
“And when we give you that tidbit you’d want to hear the reason for such a shift…”
“And once that is explained you would have it all…”
“You would know everything…”
“You would honor this information for you would be the only ones who knew…”
“And that…” this time when Draco paused Harry did not speak. Neither boy moved, drinking in the Slytherins’ anticipation.
“…that,” Harry whispered. “…would…be…bad…”
As one Harry and Draco spun around and walked away from the dumbfounded Slytherins. Curses followed them all the way to the castle. Neither boy heard them…they were to busy laughing.