Paralyzer

Disclaimer: I do not own them, but thanks to LunaAquilo, I have a very scrumptious cake covered in ice cream, strawberries, whip cream and sprinkles (with a cherry on top) ^^ that I will now devour!



A/N: Hey all, thanks for checking in with us again, and thanks for being so patient! I swear, I should kill my mom for leaving my babies in a daycare with a kid who she knew had chickenpox because she’s a nurse and thinks that the younger you get chickenpox the better because it’s actually more dangerous the older you get and yadda yadda yadda. She made this whole big speech about how it was stupid to isolate kids with chicken pox because the only way to build the antibodies to it was to have it. You think she could have told me that there was someone at the daycare who had chickenpox BEFORE I freaked out and rushed them to the ER because they were crying and spotted and scratchy and feverish and I had no idea why since none of the kids they play with on the playground or on play-dates had chickenpox and I would have known since the moms would have told me. But no, she didn’t bother to tell me until I called her from the hospital to ask HER if she knew any kids with it. Worse yet, Blondie was on an overnight trip to Los Angeles since Thursday afternoon until late this morning, and my mom had to be on call so she couldn’t be here and Mama Lithos couldn’t stay forever. Plus, Julius will not calm down unless I am physically touching him and Maeve was depressed because her daddy wasn’t here and she had to turn to me as her second choice. It made me feel loved, I can tell ya what lol. Of course, when her daddy IS home she loves me just as much, but when he’s not here she gets sad. But, he’s home now and giving them an oatmeal bath per my mother’s suggestion, so I get to type! Enough of my griping. One final note to reviewer M, I’m glad you like it, and I know Ginny seems way manipulative and it’s a little off, but have patience. Harry definitely CAN figure her out, and I can’t say more than that without ruining what little plot I have. So, read on and enjoy!



Chapter 7 “RE-examining”



Wow, Ginny must think he was really stupid, Harry thought as he pulled his ear back from the door, having heard voices talking and not being able to stop himself eavesdropping just a little. He hadn’t been able to make out everything that was said, but he got the gist of it. Ginny loved him, but thought he was a dense brick, and thought he might have needed a cock-sitter. That was insulting and untrue, Harry would never cheat on Ginny, not even if, as she obviously feared, another girl threw herself at him. Or another guy for that matter, (though there were some spots only another guy could reach properly, excluding the use of a girl with a strap on, but that seemed a bit weird to him) truthfully. Did she miss the memo about Gryffindors being loyal and true? Maybe the hat should have put HER in Slytherin….and speaking of Slytherins, had he heard right through the good thick oak door? She would be ok with Draco trying to seduce him? More then that, she actually WANTED him to? And, he knew Ginny was adventurous in the sack, so it wasn’t too farfetched to think she wanted to have a threesome, but he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about anyone else fucking his girlfriend. And he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about fucking Draco. He wasn’t quite fucking sure of anything, actually, except that he loved Ginny, even though he was currently just a tad bit angry with her…ok, maybe a little more than a tad bit, but maybe once he straightened out his brain he wouldn’t yell at her too loudly. Really, how could she think he was a moron? Ok, well she hadn’t called him a moron….just ‘dense’. He scowled and straightened up entirely then stomped off to examine his new bathroom. Hogwarts always had good bathrooms and a good shower always made him feel better. He turned on the faucet (shaped like an eagle, the water coming from the beak and the outstretched claws as the knobs), stripped off his clothes, ignoring the appreciative whistle of the enchanted mirror and stepped under the hot stream of water to re-examine his tumbled and confused thoughts on the matter.



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There was no answer to Ginny’s knock, and she frowned, putting her ear to the door and hearing the faint thrum of a running shower. The frown turned to a grin, she knew what he was doing in there, oh yes she did. She didn’t blame him, even only on half-power and not directed at her, Draco’s charms were enough to make HER knickers a tad damp, so she had no doubts at all that Harry was having a…hard time of it? She snickered at her own horrible pun and pushed the door open as quietly as she could, stealthily tiptoeing across the room while shedding her clothes and dropping them carelessly on the floor. They’d be spending a lot of time there, she was sure, so they and the rug should get to know each other better.



The door to the bathroom was open and she could see Harry’s silhouette through the misted plastic of the shower curtain, and his back was to her. She couldn’t see what he was doing because of the steam and the opaqueness of the curtain, but she didn’t need to see it to know it. And even if he wasn’t…well…she’d change that. She sighed a little though, and it wasn’t a happy longing sigh at the thought of jumping her wet and naked boy-toy who was a few feet away behind a flimsy plastic sheet. Nope, it was more of a frustrated sigh.



Not that she really minded taking charge all the time, but after Harry’s display of dominance last night…..ok, THAT one was a sigh of longing….she loved being held down by him, she loved his strong hands forcing her to match his rhythm, she even loved the feeling of wanting to change the odds and not being able to. He’d never done anything like that before and he probably wouldn’t again unless she talked to him about it. But that could wait for later. Right now she had a feeling he needed help scrubbing his back…or his front….Tip toe tip toe tip toe.



“Oh Harry……”



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Harry had swirled the thoughts around in his head and ended up on angry, but open to apologies. Let’s face it, Ginny had underestimated his intelligence and that was kind of insulting, and she hadn’t trusted him enough to tell him that she was talking to Draco. Similarly, Draco hadn’t told him that night in the club that he knew Ginny, but he hadn’t said he didn’t either….but then again neither did Ginny….ow….still, he was mad at her, and he probably would be until SHE figured out what HE wanted and apologized.



As for Draco, well….he’d have to see how that played out. Draco WAS very good looking, and from what he’d pieced together from his eavesdropping it wasn’t supposed to be more than a good tumble every now and then. This bothered him more than the fact that it was Draco, another side-effect of the whole Gryffindor equals loyal and true lifestyle. Random sex wasn’t something he really did….even with Jeremy down the street that one summer it wasn’t really random or out of boredom. Jeremy was a cool guy, and extremely hot, and he and Harry had been friends of a sort BEFORE the sex started and who knew WHERE they would have gone if Jeremy hadn’t moved back to the other side of the country…Draco on the other hand had been his enemy, and Harry still thought of him as a jerk, though recent events suggested otherwise….the only thing he had going for him was his looks so far. Oh and Ginny thought SHE was the only jealous one? Harry did NOT want to see HIS girlfriend cuddled up next to someone else! SHE was the dense one! Couldn’t she figure that out? He scowled, and stuck his head under the water to smooth it away.



“Oh Harry….” Ginny said sweetly, sliding the curtain back and stepping in with him, snaking her hands around his waist, “How could you so cruelly dump me on the floor like that? It was really mean… but I might forgive you if you show me how sorry you are.” Harry’s scowl deepened and he reached down, clamped his hands around Ginny’s wrists and pulled them away from his body, a bit roughly. “Ow, Harry. That kinda hurt, hun.” Ginny said, switching the grip and sidling around in front of him, switching off the faucet so she could stare up at him without water getting in her eyes. Ok, he didn’t look quite as happy to see her as she’d hoped….in fact he looked downright pissed off. She threaded her fingers through his, but his hand stayed loose. Ok….. “Harry? Did I do something wrong?”



Well, THAT got a reaction. His grip not only tightened on her fingers but he also grabbed her other hand again and pushed her hard against the wall, pinning her quite effectively and just a bit painfully to the wet tile, and knocking over several bottles of soap and shampoo in the process with a loud thump and clatter. “Uh…Harry?” Yes, he was definitely angry.



“I am not dense, Ginny,” He said through gritted teeth, kicking aside a bottle to move even closer to his pinned girlfriend. Maybe not the smartest idea to keep his anger because his step forward made her hardening nipples brush against his chest and the wet skin of her thighs felt smooth and soft against his….oops….when had that woken up again? Her head had dropped ashamedly so he released one of her hands and thread his fingers through her slightly damp red mane, yanking her head back so she was looking at him. “I am not dense,” He said again slowly. Ginny swallowed and nodded, both scared and more than a little aroused at Harry’s forcefulness. “And I don’t think I want to share you.” He released her other hand and traced her lips saying, “These are mine,” before he replaced his finger with his mouth, biting her lip roughly when she tried to reach up and keep him there. “These are mine,” he said again in her ear, running his hand down to her breasts flicking and rolling her nipples between expert fingers and nibbling on the soft flesh of her neck. She closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling, “And this, this is definitely mine,” he growled trailing his hand further down and rubbing one digit against the moist and swollen nub of her clit before slipping it inside her wet folds, “so any talk of ‘sharing’ any of this better go through me first.”



Ginny bit back a little moan when Harry pulled his hand away and released his grip on her hair, and when she opened her eyes his back was to her again and he was walking away. “Well….” Ginny breathed when the door closed, sinking down to the floor of the shower, “Wow….”



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Draco Malfoy was lounging in his own bath, as Malfoys usually do, and thinking, or rather, not thinking. He didn’t think Harry was nearly as slow as Ginny did, he didn’t think the ‘just jump him’ approach to romance worked very well unless you were extremely drunk, and he didn’t think that Ginny’s plan would work very well. Which was a shame, because he would really, really like to be doing what Ginny was undoubtedly doing right now….unless of course Harry was pissed off, in which case the thump and clatter coming from the wall he apparently shared with Harry’s shower was probably not the happy sound of mind blowing sex and he knew first hand what Harry’s anger could look like……uh oh….



He leaped up out of the bath, spraying water everywhere and nearly tripping over the bath rug, yanking a towel on the rack with him to keep his balance and skidding through his room, out across the front room, through Harry’s open door to a dead stop in front of a naked and aroused Harry who was calmly rubbing his hair with another towel. Harry blinked, blushed and then dropped the hand with the towel over his waist, quickly covering himself with it, though the evidence of his erection was still quite visible through the thin cotton towel. “Malfoy! What the hell are you doing in my room!? AND WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU NAKED?!” This last screamed part brought out a modestly toweled Ginny, with no visible injuries, though she did look a tad stunned and kept her distance from Harry for the moment. Well, that was a relief in any case.



Draco, for his part, simply raised his eyes from the obvious bulge beneath the towel that had a millisecond ago proven those rumors about Harry’s assets to be quite true, and smiled. “I think our bathrooms share a wall, Harry. I heard a loud clatter and a bang and I was worried you might have slipped and injured yourself. Is everything alright?”



Harry glared at him, determinedly NOT looking at Draco’s own naked and well endowed form, and said nothing. Ginny however said sheepishly, “Everything’s fine….we just need to talk…”



Harry glared at her, still on a power trip, and said, “Actually Ginny, we don’t need to talk right now. Right now, you need to go down to dinner.”



Ginny bit her lip and tried not to shoot a glance at the still naked Draco since that would probably violate the newly established ‘mine’ rule, “Will I see you down there?”



Harry shook his head, “No Gin, I have work to do.” He told her, but his tone was very soft to let her know he wasn’t all that angry with her anymore. “I’ll send you a note later though and you can come down then, and we’ll talk.” He picked up her shirt which was near his foot and looked around for her pants, which were of course near Draco’s. “Do you mind?” he asked the ex-Slytherin.



“Oh not at all,” the blonde smirked, staying exactly where he was and exactly how he was. “It’s none of my business what you do after hours.”



“I meant the pants, Malfoy.” Harry sighed, “By your foot?” he added when he received only a blank glance in return. Draco looked down at the floor and for the first time realized that Ginny’s clothes were thrown about it, yet Harry was quite hard and Ginny did not look at all touseled….interesting….trouble in paradise perhaps? He’d have to get the story out of her later. He bent and snatched up the Capri pants, handing them out to Harry who yanked them away and then held shirt and pants out to Ginny. “Bathroom, Gin,” he said, “There’s enough nakedness in the room as it is.” He glared pointedly at Draco.



“Oh, right,” Draco laughed, and used the towel he’d grabbed to keep his balance to wrap up his own lower half while Ginny went back into the bathroom to dress. “If you were so bothered by it you should have said something…I would have been glad to…remedy the situation.” He had thought about using a more direct innuendo, but with Harry still at full temper that didn’t seem quite smart. Plus, Ginny, the world’s fastest dresser, had come out of the bathroom again and shot him a warning glance so he changed the ending. “Bye Ginny,” He smiled.



Ginny gave a small smile back, rather depressed it seemed, and went to leave, but Harry grabbed her around the waist, and with a glare at Draco, kissed her goodbye rather deeply and in a very obvious show of ownership then walked her to the portrait door. “Bye….” She said weakly with a little dazed wave as he closed the door again.



Half naked Draco was still in his room, leaning against the dresser. “Well, that was a very clear message Harry, but don’t worry, I’m not interested in stealing Ginny away from you.” He said with a small smile.



“Glad to hear it,” Harry said, crossing to the dresser himself and pushing Draco aside so he could pull out clean clothes the house elves had already put away.



“So….I take it, from the icy cold draft coming from your person, the caveman-esque claiming of the female, and the return to the use of my surname that you were eavesdropping?” Draco said calmly.



“No shit Sherlock.” Harry rolled his eyes and pulled the pants on under his towel, then let the fabric drop to the floor. 7 years of sharing Qudditch locker rooms taught you how to dress without showing anything.



“Dig deeper Watson.” Draco responded before he could help himself, bickering with Harry being an old habit. “So, then I’m also going to assume that you are more than a tad adverse to the idea that came up in that conversation…pity.” Draco sighed, giving Harry’s backside a sneaky glance When Harry bent to rummage through the bottom drawers for a shirt. “But I can’t say I’m surprised.” He said when Harry straightened again and seemed ready to throw him and his towel out. “I’m quite aware that you are not as dense as you seem to be on occasion, just distracted by other things, like saving the wizarding world and whatnot….except in potions class. You really don’t have a clue when it comes to potions, and there’s no excuse for that.”



“Good thing I’m not the potions master then isn’t it?” Harry scoffed, the words slightly muffled by him pulling on a black muggle band shirt.



“Yes, quite.” Draco agreed seriously. Silence fell as Harry glared at Draco and Draco stared calmly back.



“Malfoy, is there a reason you’re still here in my room?” Harry snapped, a moment later when Draco just continued staring at him.



“Yes, now that you ask, there is.” Draco smiled, “You see, while I am quite depressed that you will apparently not be gracing my bed anytime soon, that does not mean I was lying about putting the past behind me and wanting to be at the very least civil with you, if not actually friends. We’re going to be living in rather close quarters for a year after all, and I for one would like to sleep easy at night, knowing you aren’t about to hex me for some childish vendetta reason.”



“Keep your hands off Ginny and I won’t have any reason to,” Harry said truthfully after a moment’s thought. “I don’t mind you being friends with her, and I don’t care if you talk to her unless the conversation is about me, but she is MY girlfriend, and I’m not at all sure whether I want any other guy touching her or not.”



“You’re not sure if you want to share her? Meaning there’s a possibility you might?” Draco of course would latch on to that key phrase. “I think you should figure that out before you go making announcements like ‘keep your hands off my girlfriend’,” He pointed out and then quickly added, “But I will of course respect your wishes and her personal space until you do. I have infinite patience after all, and it is no big deal to me either way of course , though you know which way I’d prefer the decision to fall.” He smirked and slid a little closer to the Gryffindor.



“Yeah well….You’d better respect my personal space too,” Harry said, taking a step away from the sexy blond in a towel.



“Well now, I can’t guarantee that, since I already know how Ginny feels on the matter. And, if she’s yours than you are hers. Relationships are an equal partnership you know….which is probably why I hate having them. I don’t like belonging to anyone.” Draco shrugged, “Besides, it wouldn’t be fair to everyone else if only one lucky girl or boy owned all this.” He motioned downwards at his towel covered self and waggled his eyebrows suggestively, breaking the serious mood he had established.



“You are such a prick Draco,” Harry snorted, shaking his head, “Are you done?”



“Not nearly, but I’ll stop for now.” Draco smirked.



“Good, because I really do have some work to do and I’m pretty sure you do too.” Harry said. “Though I’m not at all sure how to write a lesson plan.”



“Well, I do.” Draco said, “I’ve stolen Severus’s enough to know what they need anyway. I’ll help you, if you want.”



Harry raised an eyebrow, “Are you going to be wearing a towel the whole time?”



“Only if you want me to.”



“Go put clothes on.”



“Are you sure? This is a very comfortable look for me.”



“Go put clothes on.”



“Oh alright, if you insist. While I’m dressing, why don’t you call for dinner and we’ll both eat up here?” Draco sighed dejectedly. “Since I can’t look forward to playing footsie with Ginny under the table, there’s no point in going down to the main hall.”



Harry glared at him, “You’re a prick Malfoy,” he said again, not laughing this time. Draco just smirked at him and left. “God this is going to be a long year.” Harry sighed and set about calling the kitchens.



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Down in the main hall, Jem, Robert and Helga were watching Ginny pick at her dinner, and avoid worried glances from Sirius and Remus. Well…Jem was watching Ginny…Helga was trying to catch the floating candles and Robert was holding her down with one hand and banging his head against the table slowly and repeatedly, cursing his bad luck at having to be on babysitting duty until Helga got used to her new surroundings and settled down a little.



“Where are Harry and Draco?” Jem frowned, scanning the hall for them, which wasn’t hard to do since it WAS mostly empty. “And why does the little redheaded one look so depressed?”



“Probably had a fight with her boyfriend because she said something stupid to the blonde one and he overheard and got upset,” Helga said while trying to squirm away from Robert. He had a grip of iron that man did.



Jem looked at Helga, “What did you say?”



Helga blinked, “I didn’t say anything.”



“Ladies and Gentlemen we have a new record.” Robert muttered. “She said they probably had a fight.”



“Yes I heard that part,” Jem sighed, “This is impossible….” She looked at Robert and titled her head to the side, “I may have to do something sneaky and drastic.”



“Oh yes, because drugging their coffee and throwing them out the window wasn’t drastic and sneaky at all.” Robert deadpanned. His face changed briefly and showed a glimpse of pain. “Face it Jem, you’re gonna lose this one, and my sister is going to….”



“Shhh.” Jem hushed him, even though they were sitting well away from the others, “You’re going to blow our cover. And we are NOT going to lose. We’ve already put too much work into this, YOU’VE put too much work into this, and I am not going to lose to your so called sister!” She hissed. “There are a lot of possibilities here, and we just need to make ONE of them happen. We’ve until spring break, and it’s not even the first day of school. It is WAY too soon to give up….now stop giving yourself a concussion and let’s go do a little reconnaissance.”



“Ohhh!! I’ll go get my costume!” Helga squealed.



“What costume?” Robert asked before he could help himself, knowing the answer would be something stupid.



“My pirate wench costume with the bloomers and the corset, duh.” Helga rolled her eyes, “You can’t go to a faire in everyday clothes!”



“I said ‘Reconnaissance’, Helga, not Renaissance….you know…recon? Gathering information and data?” Jem explained slowly, patting Helga’s hand patiently. The first few days of a relocation were always hard on her already frazzled brain.



“ohhhhh…..” Helga nodded, smiling then frowned, “But can I still wear my costume?”



“Of course,” Jem smiled, “Why don’t we go get it?”



“Get what?” Helga asked and Robert resumed smacking his head. It was going to be a loooooong year.



A/N: **looks up from cake with ice cream and crumb smeared mouth** yummm…..Thanks so much to LunaAquilo for the cake! To everyone else, I hope you enjoyed the chapter as much as I am enjoying this cake, and I know I promised smut, but what with dandling two itchy babies while typing I couldn’t really get myself into a smut writing mood. Speaking of the babies, thank you to everyone who reminded me that the pink stuff is called calamine! They are now covered head to foot in it and are much happier, as am I because I seem to have discovered a new way of getting my reviews up. Instead of rattling a tin cup in your faces, I just have to rattle my babies at you. **picks up Maeve and bounces her** aww? Isn’t she cute? Don’t you want to send her mommy lots and lots of reviews? Hmmm?? No? **puts down Maeve and picks up Julius** how about the boy? Isn’t he handsome? Looks just like his daddy, doesn’t he? You know, he would love it if you reviewed...yes I\'m shameless....