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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,226
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do NOT own Harry Potter, much to my dismay. I am just having some fun while making no money off it. I hope you will too.
Deleted Scenes
NOTE: This is meant to be a crack!fic... of sorts. It's about as crack as crack gets with me. I have decided to explore the idea of rejected versions of the Sectumsempra scene in HBP. Kind of as though JKR submitted this to the editors and they said "absolutely not, rewrite it." So yeah. It's just for fun. The first part is just my version of the same events and then... well you will see. If you are looking for smut, I'm afraid there is none here. But perhaps I'll rewrite this again with smut instead.
Again... just humour. I hope you enjoy my insanity.
Deleted Scene
Harry gazed down absently at the Marauder’s Map as he wandered the halls. At first he didn’t notice Malfoy’s name anywhere and assumed that he must, once again, be holed up in the Room of Requirement. Then, his eyes fell, most accidentally, on the little scrolled name Draco Malfoy next to that of Moaning Myrtle, in the girl’s toilets on the second floor no less. Harry was so shocked at the idea that he walked headlong into a suit of armour. The resulting crash jolted him from his thoughts as he attempted to pick himself, the armour and his Map off the floor.
He rushed to the door of the toilets and pressed his ear against it, determined to know, once and for all, what Malfoy was up to. His heart was beating quickly, drowning out his ability to hear through the door. He took a deep breath and carefully pushed the door open to peek inside.
The sight before him was one Harry could never have imagined. Malfoy was grasping the edges of one of the sinks as though his life depended on its solidity. He was leaning over it, his hair dishevelled and falling in front of his face. His skin was paler than usual and his clothes were mussed. He was shaking.
“Don’t,” Myrtle cooed to him, trying her best to support him without actually being able to touch him. “Don’t… tell me what’s wrong… I can help you.”
“No one can help me!” Malfoy replied desperately. “I can’t… I can’t do it… it’s not possible… I’m… and if I don’t… he says he’ll kill me…”
Harry realized in that horrifying moment that Malfoy was actually crying. His knuckles were white where he grasped at the sink and he glanced up, briefly into the mirror. His eyes were rimmed with black and he looked ill. He noticed Harry in the doorway and immediately spun around in shock and horror. Malfoy pulled his wand on Harry and cast a hex that narrowly missed.
Harry ducked and pulled his own wand, attempting to cast Levicorpus but Malfoy blocked it with a shield. Malfoy shot at him again, missing entirely and Harry sent another Hex that ricocheted off the wall.
“Don’t!” Myrtle screeched. “Stop, stop, STOP!”
But Harry and Malfoy were not listening. Malfoy raised his wand to shoot another curse and Harry blurted out the next spell that came to his mind.
“SECTUMSEMPRA!” he screamed, back on his feet. Immediately, and without warning, a shower of minuscule but very fluffy bunnies erupted from his wand, pooling on the floor and hopping over to Malfoy, nuzzling at his feet.
There was a long moment of stunned silence as both of them watched the creatures Harry had unknowingly cast horde around both of them. Neither could move from being completely flabbergasted.
Then, as unexpectedly as the spell, Malfoy burst out laughing. He dropped his arm and clutched his sides, crying from the effort of breathing through the laughter. He fell to his knees and was immediately nuzzled by more bunnies, which only served to double his laughing fit.
Harry stared, turning a violent shade of red at his own embarrassment before he accepted just how ridiculous the whole scenario was. He descended into his own fit of laughter, hardly able to breathe. Myrtle gazed confusedly at both of them.
“It’s not that funny,” she murmured, apparently disappointed. Harry and Malfoy just laughed harder at the absurdity. Finally, Malfoy got to his feet and walked towards Harry, wiping the tears from his eyes, still chuckling.
“Thanks for that, Potter,” he said, clapping Harry on the shoulder. “I needed a good laugh.”
He walked out of the toilets, leaving Harry chuckling to himself and nodded in agreement. Then, Harry stopped dead.
“Hey!”
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A/N: Reviews help me decide whether or not to submit anything else like this, or somewhat related. Please help the cause. I love you all!
Again... just humour. I hope you enjoy my insanity.
Deleted Scene
Harry gazed down absently at the Marauder’s Map as he wandered the halls. At first he didn’t notice Malfoy’s name anywhere and assumed that he must, once again, be holed up in the Room of Requirement. Then, his eyes fell, most accidentally, on the little scrolled name Draco Malfoy next to that of Moaning Myrtle, in the girl’s toilets on the second floor no less. Harry was so shocked at the idea that he walked headlong into a suit of armour. The resulting crash jolted him from his thoughts as he attempted to pick himself, the armour and his Map off the floor.
He rushed to the door of the toilets and pressed his ear against it, determined to know, once and for all, what Malfoy was up to. His heart was beating quickly, drowning out his ability to hear through the door. He took a deep breath and carefully pushed the door open to peek inside.
The sight before him was one Harry could never have imagined. Malfoy was grasping the edges of one of the sinks as though his life depended on its solidity. He was leaning over it, his hair dishevelled and falling in front of his face. His skin was paler than usual and his clothes were mussed. He was shaking.
“Don’t,” Myrtle cooed to him, trying her best to support him without actually being able to touch him. “Don’t… tell me what’s wrong… I can help you.”
“No one can help me!” Malfoy replied desperately. “I can’t… I can’t do it… it’s not possible… I’m… and if I don’t… he says he’ll kill me…”
Harry realized in that horrifying moment that Malfoy was actually crying. His knuckles were white where he grasped at the sink and he glanced up, briefly into the mirror. His eyes were rimmed with black and he looked ill. He noticed Harry in the doorway and immediately spun around in shock and horror. Malfoy pulled his wand on Harry and cast a hex that narrowly missed.
Harry ducked and pulled his own wand, attempting to cast Levicorpus but Malfoy blocked it with a shield. Malfoy shot at him again, missing entirely and Harry sent another Hex that ricocheted off the wall.
“Don’t!” Myrtle screeched. “Stop, stop, STOP!”
But Harry and Malfoy were not listening. Malfoy raised his wand to shoot another curse and Harry blurted out the next spell that came to his mind.
“SECTUMSEMPRA!” he screamed, back on his feet. Immediately, and without warning, a shower of minuscule but very fluffy bunnies erupted from his wand, pooling on the floor and hopping over to Malfoy, nuzzling at his feet.
There was a long moment of stunned silence as both of them watched the creatures Harry had unknowingly cast horde around both of them. Neither could move from being completely flabbergasted.
Then, as unexpectedly as the spell, Malfoy burst out laughing. He dropped his arm and clutched his sides, crying from the effort of breathing through the laughter. He fell to his knees and was immediately nuzzled by more bunnies, which only served to double his laughing fit.
Harry stared, turning a violent shade of red at his own embarrassment before he accepted just how ridiculous the whole scenario was. He descended into his own fit of laughter, hardly able to breathe. Myrtle gazed confusedly at both of them.
“It’s not that funny,” she murmured, apparently disappointed. Harry and Malfoy just laughed harder at the absurdity. Finally, Malfoy got to his feet and walked towards Harry, wiping the tears from his eyes, still chuckling.
“Thanks for that, Potter,” he said, clapping Harry on the shoulder. “I needed a good laugh.”
He walked out of the toilets, leaving Harry chuckling to himself and nodded in agreement. Then, Harry stopped dead.
“Hey!”
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A/N: Reviews help me decide whether or not to submit anything else like this, or somewhat related. Please help the cause. I love you all!