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   Dear Dad,
   I'm writing because I've got something to confess. Well, it's not so much a confession as a statement, because it's not something I regret. Even if it's something you do.
   I've finally got a girlfriend; she's great and I care about her a lot. She's smart and she's nice and she's beautiful. And I don't care if you don't approve, because I love her.
   It's Rose Weasley.
   I'm sorry if I disappointed you, Dad. I'm done with trying to live my life by your rules, but I'm sorry if this upsets you.
   I didn't really want to go into Slytherin, you know. The Hat was considering Ravenclaw, but chose Slytherin. I didn't argue, but I wanted to. I didn't because I knew you wanted me to be Sorted into Slytherin.
   I regret it.
   This won't be another choice I'll live to regret. I'm not leaving Rose, even if you disown me. This is my choice.

   Dear Dad,
      I'm writing because I've got something to confess. Well, it's not so much a confession as a statement, because it's not something I regret. I hope you don't, either.
   I've finally got a boyfriend; he's wonderful and I care about him a lot. He's smart, he's caring and he makes me happy. And I'm sorry if you don't approve, but I love him.
   It's Scorpius Malfoy.
   I'm sorry if this upsets you, Dad. You've never really tried to change my choices, and I'm grateful for it. I know you sometimes weren't very happy with what I did, but you respected me.
   Thank you for being proud of me when I was Sorted into Ravenclaw. The Hat considered Gryffindor, but when it put me into Ravenclaw, I didn't argue. I was worried that you'd be upset that I wasn't in Gryffindor, but you just sent me a box of chocolates and a smiley face note. Thank you.
   I hope this is another choice of mine that you won't mind. I'm not going to leave Scorpius. This is my choice.

   The pair put down their quills with identical sighs.
   "Done?" asked Scorpius.
   Rose nodded.
   Together, they reached for their owls, tying individual notes to the legs of the two birds. The two released the owls in perfect sync and watched as they soared into the distance.
   "I'm glad we did it," said Rose, after a pause.
   "Me too," said Scorpius quietly. He put his arm around her, and she rested her head on his shoulder.
   They gazed out the window for a moment in silence.
   "What do you think your dad will say?" Rose murmured.
   Scorpius snorted. "He'll probably kick me out of the family. I don't care."
   Rose looked up at him. "You don't have to do that for me."
   With a soft look down, he replied, "I want to. But if it makes you feel better, it's for me, too. I want him to know that I'm not just a piece in his game…"
   Rose poked him. "Is that the point of dating me? A statement?"
   "A promise."
   "Oh, come on, we both know that first part was from the Hunger Games. And the second part was from the Avengers. You're such a dork."
   Scorpius raised his hands. "Hey, you recognised them too."
   "Have you told your dad that you like watching Muggle films?" Rose inquired.
   Scorpius laughed bitterly. "One bombshell at a time, Rosie."
   "Does that incident with the cat count as a-"
   "Shut up."

   "Oh, Rose wrote us a letter!" Hermione picked up the post and frowned. "She used an actual envelope?"
   "Draco, how come it's only addressed to you?" Astoria wondered.
   "Maybe it's a boy thing," suggested Draco, taking the letter.
   Ron creased his eyebrows as he read the letter. "Rose has a boyfriend, Hermione."
   "Really, who?"
   "A girlfriend, really? Oh, who?" Astoria said, clasping her hands together.
   Draco squinted and brought the letter closer.
   "No bloody way," Ron breathed.
   "What is it?" Hermione asked.
   "A MALFOY?" Ron roared.
   "A WEASLEY?" Draco bellowed. "Unacceptable!"
   "Let me see that," Astoria ordered, snatching the paper away.
   "Oh, Ron, read the rest of the letter. She was obviously worried about disappointing you! Don't react so badly," Hermione berated.
   "Why did she only write to me?" Ron said, still a little unhinged.
   "Probably because he knows I'll support him," suggested Astoria. "I guess he's not sure that you will."
   Draco paced the room. "What else did he say?"
   "Read it yourself, it's very sweet," Hermione said, giving Ron back the letter.
   Ron scanned the letter and he softened slightly. "It's true, I've never questioned her before," he murmured, half to himself.
   "That's because I always calm you down," Hermione muttered.
   Draco sagged as he read the letter. "Have I been that bad?" he asked desperately.
   Astoria put her hand on his shoulder. "I guess you were a little tough on him," she admitted quietly.
   "I only ever wanted what was best for him," he whispered.
   She bent down and kissed the top of his head. "Then show him."
   Ron straightened. "I will," he declared.
   Draco grabbed a piece of paper and a quill and started scribbling madly. "Astoria, do we have any of that sugar jewellery from Honeydukes?"
   "Yes, you gave me one last week," she replied, and went to get one.
   "Hermione, do we have any of those chocolate ties from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?"
   Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yes, George sent you a free box of them last week." She went and fetched one.
   Ron tied the tie to the letter.
   Draco sent the owl off and flopped into his chair. His manic energy seemed to have melted. "I hope he doesn't hate me."
   "He doesn't hate you, sweetie," Astoria murmered, hugging him.
   "You did the right thing," Hermione whispered into Ron's ear. "I'm proud of you."
   Ron smiled and kissed her cheek. "Thank you."

   "Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh." Rose hurried through the halls, pushing people out of the way. "Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. SCORPIUS!" she cried.
   "ROSE!" came the answering call, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
   "SCORPIUS! IT CAME, IT- You too?" she stopped as she saw the letter in his hand.
   "Have you opened it?" he asked breathlessly.
   "Of course not!"
   "Together, then?"
   She swallowed. "Now?"
   He shrugged. "It's now or after Potions."
   "Okay, now. One, two, three." She ripped open the envelope and he did the same.

   Dear Rosie,
   I'm proud of you. You're a strong, independent girl and I trust you to make your own choices. All the same, if he hurts you, I give you full permission to hex him into oblivion. And his father, too.
   All my love,

   Dear Scorpius,
   I'm proud of you. I'm sorry to have been so harsh with you. Please know that I have only ever wanted the best for you. I hope you forgive me. I trust you to make your own choices. If she hurts you, I'll be after both her and her father.
   Best wishes,

   Scorpius breathed again. "Oh my," he said in a tiny voice.
   Rose looked up, beaming. "He said it's okay," she whispered. She flung her arms around him. "Oh, Scorp!"
   Scorpius dazedly patted her on the back. "My father did too," he mumbled.
   She stepped back. "Really?" she asked, bewildered.
   He laughed giddily. "Yes. Yes!" He picked her up and spun her around.
   Rose whacked him with the envelope. "Scorpius! Put me down!"
   He put her down. "Ow," he said, and rubbed his head.
   Rose rolled her eyes. "Scorp. It's an envelope."
   "There's something in that envelope. It hurts."
   Rose reached into the envelope and pulled out a box. There was a note on it that read, "To Rose's boyfriend, from her father." She looked at it, before shaking it vigorously and holding it to her ear. "I hope it's not rigged to explode."
   Scorpius laughed. Feeling something heavy in his own envelope, he stuck his hand in and pulled out a box too, this one decorative and tied with a ribbon. There was a similar note on it, reading, "To Scorpius's new girlfriend, from his father."
   The two looked at each other before snatching at their corresponding gifts.
   Rose gasped as she ripped open the package to reveal a candy necklace. "That's so nice of your dad!"
   Scorpius grinned as he held up the tie. "Aren't I dashing?"
   She swatted him. "You are ridiculous. Put this on me." She held out the necklace.
   Scorpius turned her around and put it on her. "Rose, this is for you," he said solemnly. "Now tie this tie. I don't have a clue how it works."
   "Hopeless," she murmured, and tied his tie, before taking a bite out of the side. "Yum."
   He pretended to gape in shock. "You bit my tie!" He retaliated by pulling a bead off her necklace and eating it.
   The two launched into a miniature war, ripping at each other's candied garments and laughing.
   "Ahem." They turned to see Professor McGonagall staring at them. "The two of you, clean off that sugar. Shouldn't you be in class?" She shook her head. "Ten points from both Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Hurry along, now!"
   Unbeknownst to them, she chuckled quietly as they rushed off. Those two boys had come a long way from their own time at Hogwarts.
Oh, wow, look at that! I'm writing Harry Potter again! :D
I missed you, Hogwarts.
But I couldn't resist a few references.

Captain America: This is my choice.
The Hunger Games: More than just a piece in their games.
The Avengers: Was that the point of all this? A statement?
A promise.

Not great. I started writing it randomly and didn't have any idea where it would end up.
Note to fellow aspiring writers: DON'T DO THAT.
Scorpius and Rose, and their worries regarding their fathers.
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The heat was horrible and hot.  Terribly hot but that was just Draco whining because despite what he thought, muggles had their ways of getting cool and the biggest was a water park.

That's where he was with Potter, his husband for the past six years, as well as the young boy that was created from their DNA named Jeremy.  Oh, and of course the Weasleys with their kids.  Draco wasn't too happy about that because, one, they were Weasleys and two, they were loud, and three, they were Weasleys!

"I wanna go on the red one!"

"Yellow one, yellow one!"

"Mom, I need to go potty."

Jeremy however, wasn't as loud as them.  He was well behaved and very smart.  Too smart at times that it made Draco feel awkward at times when he couldn't answer his many questions.  Jeremy was observant and looked around but when he saw just how big the slides were, he gripped his fathers' hands.  

"Which one do you want to go first, Jeremy," asked Harry.

"Uh..."  Jeremy looked over the huge slides again to decide which one.

"Hugo, Rose!  Don't run," shouted Hermione while setting up the stroller she brought for her younger daughter, Olivia, to go in.

"Blue one," said Jeremy while letting go of Harry's hand to point at it.  "It's taller."

Draco chuckled, "Becoming a daredevil, are we?  Let's get going."  Jeremy smiled while taking Harry's hand again and together they walked slowly to the blue slide.

"Going to be a long wait," commented Harry.

"Not if you have this," said Draco while fishing out a golden pass.  "You've never prepared, are you?"

Harry sighed while shaking his head.  "Why do you always have a cut-in pass for everything?"

"To make Jeremy happy of course.  Honestly, why else would I have it?"

Harry looked around, "Oh I don't know, probably because you like to make other people miserable realizing that they couldn't afford one?"

Draco scoffed, "It doesn't cost a limb to get.  Now if it did, I would be hopping on one foot."

Jeremy giggled as he imagined his father doing such a thing and couldn't help himself from laughing.

Draco and Harry looked down at him with a smile.  They didn't know how they did it, but somehow their bantering became a source of entertainment for their son.

When they got to the line, Draco showed the pass to the line manager and he led them up all the way to the top.  Just as Harry said, some people glared at them while some of them whispered to each other.  It wasn't because of the pass either but Harry and Draco were all ready used to it.  Jeremy wasn't paying attention since he was too excited and was showing it when they got closer and closer.  

Harry and Draco though were careful since they didn't want to fall and made sure he didn't go too fast or grip his hands tight when it seemed like he was going to slip.  

When they were finally to the top, the wind blew obnoxiously into their faces while the sun beamed even brighter upon them.  

The workers gave them a huge raft that was enough for three of them to get on.  With Jeremy in the middle and Harry in front with Draco in the back, they were ready to go.  They let go and they flew down the slide in spirals before racing down.  They suddenly tilted at a very sharp angle that caused the three of them to react with a shout and a scream mixed in one before shooting down and did little hills before finally going into the landing pool.

"Again, again!"  Jeremy was actually shouting in excitement while Draco and Harry climbed out and held onto Jeremy while the workers gathered the raft.

They went back up three more times until Jeremy was bored of it and they soon went to the yellow one that Rose had shouted about earlier.  It was a covered slide with little light and it made Jeremy scream even louder in excitement as they rode it down.

As they got to the landing pool, Jeremy moved off the raft and swam towards the edge way before Harry and Draco and pulled himself out.  "Again!"

Harry laughed while Draco put back on his sunglasses.  "You go with him this time Harry.  I'm going to get us some food."

"Awww, dad."  Jeremy pouted.  "Come with us, come with us!"

Draco looked at his son's face and then Harry's, who was trying to keep from laughing but was failing.  Miserably.

"Ugh.  Fine.  But last one."

"Yay!"  Jeremy put up his hands in excitement and started to run before remembering to walk to the line.  Harry followed while Draco stepped in place beside him.

"Were you really going to get some food or didn't want to ride it again?"  Harry teased Draco with a pat on his back with a little shove.

"Keep your hands to yourself.  It's all ready been hell for me because of how sexy you're looking."


"Fine, fine.  I really do not like how closed in that slide is.  Reminds me know, those times."

"Really, those times we had sex in a cave were-"  Harry was interrupted by a shove and just laughed before putting his arm around Draco's shoulders.  "Okay, I get it.  I'll explain it to Jeremy when we get up there.  Go get us some food, okay?"

Draco looked at him in surprise even though his sunglasses hid his eyes and his eyebrows.  He smiled at Harry in thanks.

As Draco went to get food, Harry explained to Jeremy about Draco and when Jeremy wanted to apologize, Harry told him that he could later.

When they finally came down the slide, they waited for Draco to come back which took only a couple minutes since it wasn't that busy to get some food.

"Dad!  I'm so sorry Dad."  Jeremy ran towards Draco and Draco had to tense up to stand his ground since Jeremy could knock him down if he didn't.

"Whoa, hey, it's okay.  You didn't know and wanted me to join you to have some fun."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," pleaded Jeremy as he wrapped and hugged Draco tight while Draco messed up his wet mousey brown hair.

"I said it's okay," said Draco while laughing a little.  "I forgive you.  Now, let's eat."

They found a table with an umbrella near a tree to sit at and dug in the hotdogs Draco bought.  Harry wasn't at all surprised Draco decided to get hotdogs since they were easy to make and was enough to fill them up.  Yet, it still left room for some ice cream and Draco surprised Jeremy and Harry both with it.

"Ice cream, thank you dad"

Draco chuckled while messing with his son's hair again as Jeremy started to eat the ice cream in happiness.  Harry and Draco took their time while Jeremy ate a little faster than them until he got a brain freeze.

"Oww," he groaned while setting the spoon down on the cup and grabbed his temples.  

"Be careful," said Harry with a smile as he took another bite of his ice cream.

"What ride should we go on next?"  Draco flung some ice cream towards Harry who flinched at the contact of it and received a glare.  "There's a lazy pool, wave pool, water gym, and even a pirate ship."

"Uh...all of them," decided Jeremy.  

"There you three are," said an exhausted voice to their left.  It was Hermione who was strolling her youngest daughter in a covered stroller so that the child wouldn't get sunburned.  "Ron are with Hugo and Rose and we were wondering – oh, you're eating all ready."

"Oh, hello Hermione," said Harry with a grin while he flung some of his ice cream back at Draco without even looking at him.  It landed on Draco's sunglasses, causing it to drip down on his arm and lap.  

Jeremy giggled before laughing, "You look funny, dad."

"Yeah?"  Draco flicked some ice cream onto Jeremy's right shoulder, causing him to yelp at the cold contact before laughing like crazy.   "Now you look funny too."  

Hermione shook her head with a small smile and whispered to Harry, "You have it great, Harry."

Harry laughed softly as he watched his husband and son have a full out ice cream throwing war.  "Yeah, I know."

"Hey, you cheated dad!"

"It's not cheating, it's having a strategy to gain the upper hand to survive."

Harry beamed with a smile.  He had a family and friends, but having a family again was the best gift he'd ever gotten.
Written for the Summer contest at :iconthe-drarry-fanclub:

Had loads of fun writing this and hoped you enjoyed it!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, I am just a fan writing fanfictioin (ya rly) and make no profit doing such.
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The ones we love can hurt us the most

Lily was sitting in the common room on a couch in front of the fireplace. She was reading Hogwarts, A History for her next History of Magic lesson. She tried to concentrate on the legend of the Chamber of Secrets, but it wasn't that easy, as a loud applause and screaming started in the common room. Lily turned her head.

James Potter came down the stairs. There was a white little lily between his teeth. Lily rolled her eyes and returned to her book. After a few minutes, James stopped next to the couch. He stared at the girl without saying a word. Lily sighed angrily and glanced at him impatiently.

Lily's look changed from upset to shocked while James unbuttoned his shirt. He unfolded it, sticking his chest out. There was a writing on his skin with red ink under his tie, which read: 'WANNA DATE?'

James smiled with the flower in his mouth and looked questioningly at Lily.

"No." she said concisely.

Lily stood up with her book in her hand. She headed towards the girls' dormitory, bumping some silly girls whispering about James' torso.

He shouted at her: "You would be happier if I sectumsempra-d it into Snivelly's chest?"

Even though Lily wasn't fond of Severus anymore, she didn't tolerate Potter insulting him unjustly. He was worse than the boy who called her a 'mudblood'.

She turned around and furiously went closer to James. He buttoned up his shirt again and looked down at Lily resentfully.

"You are a jerk, Potter." She said quietly, shaking with wrath. "You are the most arrogant, disgusting and lame idiot I've known in my life. I would NEVER, EVER date you, even if my life depended on it. I wish you were never even born!"

The people in the common room suddenly left speechless.

Lily pressed her hands over her mouth as she realized what she just said. She could see James' heart break into pieces by his eyes as he slowly grew sad. He lowered his head with painful sorrow on his face.

"I'm so sorry." Lily whispered ashamed and nearly crying.

"You don't have to be." James replied with a hoarse voice.

He took a deep breath and approached the painting of the Fat Lady. He left the common room and slammed the portrait. Lily winced and looked down the little, dead lily, which James trampled on.
I wrote it a while ago when I got inspired by this picture: [link]

Image belongs to :iconviria13:

Second part: Disguise of feelings

HP (c) J.K. Rowling
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"You think it's funny, Potter?" Draco Malfoy's voice sneered across the room. Harry shook his head, desperately trying not to laugh. They were stuck in this room for only several hours now, and already Draco Malfoy had gone completely crazy it seemed. He tried every spell to get the door to open, but it was deadlocked. Draco's last attempt was trying to smash the door open, not even with magic anymore, but just by throwing chairs to the door.
"I guess we just have to accept the fact that we're stuck here Malfoy, at least until someone comes and finds us. And believe me, I find being stuck here with you, just as delightful as you." Harry replied sarcastically.
"I will not just sit and wait, Potter!" Draco sneered back, yet again failing at an attempt at breaking the door open with a chair. Harry shrugged his shoulders and sat down with his back against the wall. If he was stuck here with Malfoy, he could at least use the opportunity to make fun of him.

"Argh!" Draco screamed out in agony, gripping his right shoulder with his left hand. The shoulder he just used in an attempt to get through the door.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked worriedly. It looked like Draco was in a lot of pain.
"I don't need your sympathy, Potter!" Draco shouted, "and no, I'm not okay." He added in a pouting voice.
"Come on, let me take a look at it." Harry said while raising himself from the floor. In a quick pace he walked up to where Draco was standing. Softly he pushed Draco's left hand away to take a look at his shoulder. "I think it's dislocated." Harry said, examining the shoulder. Draco pushed him away.
"I don't need you to tell me that." Draco kept quiet for a couple of minutes. "Can you fix it?" A slight smile appeared on Harry's face. After dozens and dozens of dislocated body parts in quidditch practices he knew a thing or two about it. He just never expected to practice his expertise on Draco Malfoy himself.
"Just bite on your robe very hard, Malfoy. This is going to hurt." Harry said in a soft voice, while gripping Draco's arm. Draco nodded, bit on the sleeve and looked at harry with fear in his eyes.
"Argh!" Another scream of agony, when harry put his shoulder in place.  "That fucking hurt!"
"Told you it would, " Harry smirked. He couldn't deny that there was some kind of satisfaction in seeing Malfoy like this.
"Well, uhm, thanks, I guess." Malfoy whispered, while looking uneasily at the ground.
"You're welcome," Harry replied. The awkward silence grew. Neither of the boys knew how to deal with this situation.
`Yeah, so, I guess we´re stuck here ´til someone finds us." Harry stated the obvious and went back to sit down with his back against the wall. Draco looked at the door, but while remembering the pain in his shoulder, he sighed and sat next to harry.
And so the two  boys sat in silence.

A couple of hours passed and neither had said a word to the other, when Harry's stomach started rumbling.
"Sorry," he said, while a blush was appearing on his cheeks. "Guess I'm hungry." Draco nodded.
"Me too, he said. It must be almost time for dinner. At least someone will notice that we're gone soon. Until then, I have this," Draco replied, while reaching for his bag which was lying a couple of meters from him. Out of his bag he got a red apple and a small knife. He cut the apple in half and offered Harry a piece. Gladly Harry took it from him. He knew they were sworn enemies since their first day at Hogwarts, but no one would refuse food if they were as Hungry as Harry was now.
"Thanks," Harry said. And they both ate their pieces of apple in silence.

"Of all the people I could've been stuck here, I'm stuck here with you." Harry sighed after a while, trying something to break the silence. Draco laughed,
"Yeah, I thought exactly the same. However, I don't think someone else could've helped me with a dislocated arm, so it's not that bad after all." Now it was Harry's turn to laugh.
"That's probably the nicest thing you ever said to me Malfoy," Harry said, looking at Malfoy smiling. He didn't know why, but he started to feel comfortable talking to Malfoy while being locked up in a room with him. It stayed silent for a while

"You know," Malfoy sighed, "If we're going to have all 'you're not so bad actually' conversations, I never thought you were that bad actually. I just never knew how to act around you." Harry looked up surprisingly.
"How you do mean, Malfoy?"
"Well," Draco continued, "I.... And just promise this will stay between us, in this room!" Harry nodded, dying to know what Draco had to say. "Well, I kind of, you know, always liked you. But you're Gryffyindor, I'm Slytherin, I'm not supposed to like you. So hating you was easier." Draco shrugged his shoulders, not really sure where to look.
"Yeah," Harry said. "We are supposed to hate each other, why actually? I mean, being stuck in a room here with you, you're different than normal. I like you this way. And I like this more than being here stuck alone." Malfoy nodded.
"I agree," he said. The two boys looked at each other, smiling. There was no need to say out loud that they both really liked this conversation. They knew.

"It's getting cold," Draco said while shivering. Harry nodded. He had no idea what time it was, or how much time had past since they were stuck here. But a since while ago it was indeed gradually getting colder. Draco shivered again. His robe was no match for the cold.
"Come here," Harry said, while wrapping his arms around Malfoy. Draco froze for a moment, unsure how to deal with the situation, and then relaxed. This was better than being cold, even he had to admit that. Draco sighed and let his head rest on Harry's shoulder.
"Don't you ever feel lonely?" Harry started out of the blue. Draco looked up to him in surprise.
"How do you mean?"
"Well," Harry continued, "with Slytherin being hated by everyone. I mean, even I feel lonely, Ron and Hermione have each other, all the other people I hang around with have someone, and I don't even only hang around with the people from my own house. Don't you feel lonely then?" Draco nodded.
"Yeah, most of the time I do. I mean, I do hang around with a lot of people from my house, but not everyone understands me so well like you. I mean, I have the feeling that you understand me. And next to that, because of all the hate towards my house, and other factors, I probably will never be able to actually be with the person I love. That makes me feel lonely most of all." Harry kept quiet for a moment. He never expected such sensitive talk from Draco Malfoy. Even though, he never expected all of this, the fact that they actually understood each other so well.
"So, Malfoy," Harry started in a curious tone, "who is that special person then?"
"You really want to know?" Draco lifted himself up from Harry's shoulder. Harry nodded. Draco in love was something he had never even thought of as a possibility, so of course he wanted to know.

In a flash Harry suddenly felt something pressed against his lips. Flabbergasted he stared at Draco Malfoy, who was pressing his lips against Harry's. When noticing Harry didn't respond, Draco pulled back with a blush on his cheeks.
"Sorry," he whispered and looked at the ground.
Harry stared at Malfoy in confusion. Did Draco really just kiss him? And he actually liked it?
Without thinking any further Harry pushed Draco's chin up with his hand, so Draco had to face him, and he pressed his lips against Draco's. After a few seconds of being mind-blown, Draco started to kiss Harry back, loving the feeling of their lips touching.
Draco opened his mouth, licking Harry's bottom lip with this tongue, and then softly biting it. Harry gasped, and Draco grabbed the opportunity to slide his tongue into Harry's mouth. The game began, as their tongues whirled around each others. Both not wanting to hold back, the kiss became rougher and rougher within seconds until they drew apart for air.

"Damn you're a good kisser!" Draco panted when he pulled back from the kiss. He didn't get an answer, Harry went straight on to kiss his neck, while he pushed Malfoy to the floor. Draco moaned when Harry softly bit his neck. His arousal grew with every touch, almost up to the point that he just had to have Harry, right here on the floor."
"Harry!" Draco panted when Harry slid his cold hand under Draco's shirt. Harry smiled, this was a way more satisfying state to see Malfoy in than in agony. In the couple of seconds Harry thought of that, Draco pushed him up and pulled his shirt over his head. The cold air in the room made his nipples erect instantly, which Draco saw as an invitation.
Harry gasped for air as Draco swirled his tongue around Harry's nipples. The moment Draco let go, Harry pulled him in for another passionate kiss. The kiss seemed to last forever, but suddenly Draco stiffened.
"You hear that?" He said, as he pushed Harry away. Harry listened closely and heard what Malfoy meant. Hasty footsteps were coming closer and closer to the room they were locked in.
"They found us," Harry said sadly. "Couldn't they just leave us here for a couple hours more?" Harry continued, and he bit softly on Draco's earlobe.
Draco gasped, and looked at Harry with a look of pain on his face.
"You should get your shirt back on." He said.

With pain in his heart Harry let go of Draco and got up to get his shirt, while the footsteps were inevitably getting closer and closer.  

"Harry, Draco, are you in here?" Mcgonagall's voice shouted through the wood of the closed door.
"Yes!" They both chanted at the same time.
"Okay boys, stand back, I'm going to blow this door up!"
Draco and Harry looked at eachother.
"I guess this was it," Harry whispered. Draco nodded.
"No one can ever know," he said. This time it was Harry's turn to nod. No matter how much it hurted both, they both knew that they couldn't even be seen together. Softly Malfoy pressed a quick last kiss on Harry's mouth.
"I'll never forget this," Harry whispered.
"Me neither." Draco said with an evil grin on his face. "Same time, same place next week?" A smile appeared on Harry's face.
"Same time, same place."
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry nor Draco, they belong to their respective owner J.K. Rowlings.

Furthermore, this is my first attempt to writing a HP fanfic, first time Drarry slash and first time slash and writing in a long long time. So please bear with me people ;) Hope you like it!
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A/N: Remus and Sirius slash. Don't like? Don't read.
Theme: Ignore
"You're acting like a child!"

Remus rolled his eyes and continued on his way out of the Gryffindor common room, not looking back at the other teen who was calling out his name.

With a huff, Sirius sat back down in his seat on the couch right beside James who was trying his hardest to hide his smirk. "How long's it been?" he asked while managing to sound nonchalant.

"3 days," Sirius mumbled, slouching more in his seat as he crossed his arms over his chest as he pouted. It had been an accident, it really had, but Remus still blamed Sirius for his essay being ruined by his tea. It wasn't Sirius's fault that the drink had been resting on a small stack of books by said essay and that he'd accidentally on purpose bumped into the table to get Remus's attention which caused the cup to topple over. "He's never ignored me this long before."

"Have you tried apologizing?" Peter suggested, not looking up from the Muggle magazine he'd gotten from his mum the day before. "It wouldn't hurt to apologize again, you know."

Sirius made a sound like he was in pain – which caused a lot of the other Gryffindors in the room to look at him – as he covered his face in frustration. "It was the first thing I did!" he told them although it was a little muffled due to his hands. "That's what I've been doing for the past 3 bloody days! But he refuses to listen!"

"Apology gifts?" James suggested, remembering that it had worked a few times in the past.

"He just takes whatever I have and gives it to someone else," the black haired boy said, sliding down a little more in his seat. "Even his favorite chocolate…"

James and Peter looked at each other, both a little shocked and confused that Remus would do something like that. Even when Moony was at his maddest, he never ever gave someone else his chocolates. "Pad…what was the essay for?"

Since they'd heard about the tea incident, both boys knew not to interfere with the couple's fight. They'd tried a few times in the past with minor arguments and had been severely yelled by both boys so they knew not to intrude in on this one.

"Ancient Runes…" he replied but it was so quiet he had to repeat it for Peter.

"Good luck getting back in his good graces," James said unsympathetically as he stood. The three Marauders knew that Remus had been working on that particular essay for a whole month now. It was no wonder that Sirius was being ignored.

"You're no help!" Sirius called after his not-by-blood brother who only laughed as he headed up to the dorm. He continued to sit on the couch in a way that was making his back ache but he refused to move.

Peter sighed as he closed the magazine then threw it right at Sirius. Somehow, his aim was true: it hit the taller boy square in the face. The two stared at the magazine which now resided on Sirius's chest before looking at each other. "Peter…"

"Bloody hell, Remus'll never believe…"

"You won't be able to tell him if you don't explain why you thought it was a good idea to hit one of Gryffindor's best Beaters in the face with a magazine," Sirius said as he sat up, now in an even more foul mood.

Peter made a squeaking noise that was reminiscent on his Animagus form when he saw the harsh glare coming from Sirius. "H-have you talked with him?"

"I told you, I've apologized plenty! He just won't listen!" His mood wasn't getting any better now that he was being forced to retell everything he'd told James a few moments before.

Peter could tell his friend was mad but continued. "But you haven't talked him, have you?" he asked, feeling a bit more confident when Sirius's shoulders slumped. "It's just an essay, one he could easily save. I'm sure that's not what's really bugging him."

And, before Sirius could have another mood swing, Peter hurried out of the common room to the safety of the kitchens. Sirius sat there for a few moments before hurrying up to the dormitory.
"Hey, Remus," Sirius said 15 minutes later when he found the other boy in Greenhouse Two along with Lily Evans. While his boyfriend continued to ignore him, Lily sent him a glare and whispered to her friend. Normally that would irritate Sirius enough for him to yell but he held his tongue as Lily walked over to him. "Hello, Evans."

"Black," she replied and stood directly in his line of sight for Remus. "What do you want?"

Sirius inhaled deeply, trying to not yell at her about minding her own business but calmly replied, "I need to talk with Remus about…us."

Before he uttered the last word Lily looked like she was going to yell at him. "Fine," she said instead and left the Greenhouse. Sirius was thrown at her willingness to leave and stood there in confusion for a moment before slowly walking over to Remus.

The other boy had been helping Lily out with one of her assignments for Herbology – Remus was pants at that class – and refused to look Sirius in the eye when he got closer. But that was fine, Sirius didn't want Remus looking at him while he said what he'd come to say.

"I'm…sorry, Moony," he told him as he looked down at the pot of soil that was placed in the table between them. "Not just for ruining your essay. I'm sorry for how annoying and selfish I've been with you. I know that I've been keeping you from your homework a lot, I guess I was just excited that we were…you know."

It was still a little odd to Sirius that they were actually together and he never actually said it aloud. In fact, he never really acknowledged their relationship outside of the Gryffindor Tower – probably due to years of Pureblood "traditions" and whatnot. But, Remus had always been patient and okay with that. Lucky for Sirius.

"I really didn't mean to do that, Remus, and I'm sorry," he continued saying, playing with some of the soil that had fallen out of the pot onto the table. "Just…stop being mad at me. Please?"

Sirius chanced it and looked at Remus only to find the other boy already smiling fondly at him. Neither said a word as they both leaned forward and lightly kissed. "Let's head to dinner, Sirius," Remus said, gently gripping the hand that had been playing with the soil to walk with Sirius to the Great Hall. "Do you still have some of the chocolate you were trying to pacify me with?"
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Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy

Rating: a mild T

Warnings: FLUFF

If the story seems familiar, it's because it has been made into a comic-- info below.

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I just play around in it for fun

"Don't be silly, Draco. No one is staring at you. Come along."

Pansy was just flat-out lying to him. As he followed her into the clerical department of the Ministry, absolutely everyone stared at Draco. Several middle-age ladies exchanged significant looks. As he passed them, he could hear them whisper: "A pity, isn't it? Such a promising young man. Did 'outstanding' in most of his OWLs. Something terrible happened to him in the war, though. A shame, such a handsome boy unmarriageable."

Pansy led him through the desks and to a small office. A sixtyish woman looked up from her work. "Ah, here he is, our new errand boy. How are you today, Draco?" she said in the sort of voice one used for dogs and small children. Of course, dogs and small children were always called by their first names.

Fine, and how are you, Mrs. Grundy? "I have an ouchie on my finger," he replied.

Grundy's smile stretched a little further. "Oh, that's too bad, dear. Here, let me pin this on your robes." It was a tin badge. "When you're needed, it will tell you where to go. Do you know where the laundry is?"

Yes. "Father told me not to play in there."

"Well, it isn't a good idea. Here, bring this there."

Draco picked up the laundry bag and immediately dropped it. Clothes spilled out of it, and he got down on his knees and hurriedly stuffed them back in. He looked at the floor, too flustered to want to see anyone gawking at him, but he could feel Grundy beaming at him like he was, he was... like he was slow. "Draco, I would like you to know that the Ministry is committed to employing those who have been... adversely affected by the war. We understand that you have limitations, and we will work with them. You will never be fired for something that has to do with your condition. You're among friends here."

Draco had his doubts about the last. As he trudged back through the clerical department, leaving Pansy to her secretarial work, there was an undercurrent of glee among many of the people who stared and whispered. "Got what he deserved," someone hissed. He stumbled over the edge of a rug and heard snickers.

He handed the bag over to a surly house elf in the laundry room (slipping once in a puddle of water and getting the back of his robes wet), then wandered the corridors as he waited for his next task. The badge started to speak. "Walk forward! Left! No, LEFT! Right. The third door down--THE THIRD DOOR, NOT THE SECOND DOOR."

"So that's the new Auror uniform. Very nice." Draco knew that voice. Granger.

"I'm just trying it on. There are still pins in it. You don't think it's too tight?" Harry Potter asked his friend.

Draco froze momentarily in the doorway. When he thought about Potter, he always pictured him as a scrawny little runt with ridiculous hair. He vaguely recalled hearing girls talk in sixth year about how fanciable the Chosen One had grown, but by then Draco had been too concerned with other, grimmer things. During the Battle of Hogwarts, Draco had been in such a haze of fear and misery that he hadn't even noticed how Potter had looked. But he certainly noticed now.

Potter was no longer a runt. In fact, he might actually be a tiny bit taller than Draco. His hair was artfully tousled. The waist-length Auror jacket emphasized his shoulders, while the tailored trousers hugged his slim hips and well-shaped bottom. He was barefoot, for some reason, and even his feet were attractive. When Harry turned to see who was in the doorway, Draco noticed that the forest-green hue of the uniform made the color of Potter's eyes vibrant. "Oh, hello, Malfoy. I'd heard you were starting today. Could you take these papers to Shacklebolt? If you don't remember where his office is, the badge will tell you."

I know bloody well where his office is; I'm not an idiot. "I like his office. He has a picture of a kitty."

"Well, yes, a tiger is a kitty, I guess," Potter answered with obvious amusement.

"How are you, Malfoy?" Hermione asked, concern in her brown eyes.

Pity from the girl he had spent years insulting. It brought home just how truly pathetic he looked to others. I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm not mentally challenged, I'm not brain damaged. I. Am. FINE. "Do you like kitties?"

"Oh, yes, Draco, I do! I have my own kitty," she said brightly. His first name. He was a child to her.

"I have to go pottie," Draco found himself announcing.

"Oh, you had better hurry, then. You wouldn't want to have an accident." Hermione patted him on the arm.

As he wandered the Ministry, Draco fumed. An 'accident'! As if he was a three-year-old! Merlin, he was not about to wet his pants! He tried to ignore the voice in his head that said that, yes, things had gotten bad enough that he very well might wee himself. And then he forgot all about it when he tripped over his own feet and knocked over three goblins as if they were bowling pins.

Pansy cooked for him every day, of course. She also picked out his clothing and supervised his bath time. "See, I told you it would be all right, Draco. Aren't you glad you have a job?"

Draco closed his eyes as she poured a pitcher of warm water over his head to rinse his hair; if he tried to do it himself, he would get shampoo in his eyes. Yes, it's wonderful to be self-humiliated constantly in public. "I saw Harry Potter. He was barefoot. That's naughty. You told me not to go barefoot."

"Yes, that's very naughty of him." Pansy averted her gaze as Draco got out of the tub, though she steadied him so he would not slip. She helped him dry off and slip into pajamas. There was a time when she would have sold part of her soul for a glimpse of him naked, but his condition had turned her feelings for him strictly maternal. He could never have reciprocated her feelings-- he had known from an early age that he preferred boys-- but her former unrequited desire for him was far better than being seen as an over-sized little boy.

When he climbed into bed, he got hopelessly tangled up in the covers. Pansy freed him, then pulled the blankets up to his chin and kissed him on the forehead. "Love you, baby."

I'm not your baby. But the words wouldn't come. It was ungrateful of him, anyway. Pansy's care, and the job she lined up for him, had spared him from a lonely life at Malfoy Manor, being hidden away by his parents. His condition left him isolated mentally; it would be far worse to also be physically isolated, even with the daily (hourly) embarrassment that he experienced. "Mummy," he said.

The Healer steepled her fingers and puffed out her cheeks, exhaling slowly. "I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do for your son. We can't find anything physically wrong with him, and we haven't found any evidence of him being cursed. Curses leave a distinctive, lingering malice. I believe that he is reacting to the... trauma that he has been through in the war by becoming a child again. He has mentally retreated to a time when he was happy and free of care. Before..." The Healer's voice trailed off as she glanced at the bit of sleeve that hid the Dark Mark on Draco's forearm. "He has to want to return to adulthood."

"But the clumsiness?" Narcissa said.

"Children are clumsy."

"My son was never a clumsy child," Lucius sniped. "He was a gifted flyer and Quidditch player."

"Muggle psychologists would define it as conversion disorder. After a trauma, sometimes a person has fits, or blindness, or some other neurological symptom with no actual physical cause."

Lucius stood up abruptly, knocking his chair into the wall behind him hard enough to leave a dent. "Your hospital will not be receiving any more donations from us. I will not fund incompetence. Let's get out of here, Narcissa."

"Come along, honey." Narcissa held her hand out to her son, who managed to knock a crystal vase off of the Healer's desk as he stood up. The crash made him cringe.

"It's all right, Draco," the Healer said in a soothing tone. "I know you didn't mean to break it. Would you like a lolly?"

I am not a toddler, you cow. "Yummy!" Narcissa peeled the wrapper off the candy. Before they even made it to the street, he dropped it. I hate lime, anyway. "Waaaah!"

Draco had been sure that life could not possibly get worse. He had been wrong.

I'm in love with Harry Potter. The thought hit him seconds before he walked straight into a wall. It was all bloody Granger's fault.

Draco's position as errand boy was unnecessary make-work. It was just charity, really, and most people at the Ministry didn't want use him. He made them uncomfortable. He couldn't blame them, really. A week into his employment, Granger had noticed him moping about in the corridor that led to the cafeteria. "Are you bored, Draco?"

He went to kick at a loose floor tile and nearly sprained his ankle. Of course I'm bored. I'm as intelligent as you are, but am imprisoned inside my own head. "Will you play with me?"

"Sorry, sweetheart, I'm very busy. Maybe another time." Granger looked at him thoughtfully for a moment. "But I'm sure you'll be too busy to play very, very soon." He had been too put out over 'sweetheart' to really register the rest of what she had said.

Half an hour later, he was summoned by Potter to deliver more papers. Twenty minutes after that, Potter had uniforms that needed to go to the laundry. Fifteen minutes after that, Potter claimed he was too busy to go to the cafeteria and sent Draco to a corner shop to get him a bag of Fritos and a Pepsi. Being out in the Muggle world in his condition was an exercise in humiliation (there was crying, and a nice old lady who led him to the toilet, and a group of mocking teenagers), but he managed to complete the task with the Fritos only a little bit crushed.

"Very good, Malfoy! I knew you could do it all by yourself! Here, have a jelly bean."

Do you know what else I can do by myself, Potter? Kick the stuffing out of you. But he really couldn't, of course. "I'm a big boy!"

"Now, could you go to the supply closet and get me some nice new quills?" Most of the quills didn't survive the trip (he got them stuck in an elevator door), but Potter didn't care. He smiled as he sorted the good ones from the generous handful Draco dropped on his desk. "Thank you. That was very helpful. Have another jelly bean."

"You've got to be loving this," someone said. It was that loudmouth Cormac McLaggan. Draco had been less than fond of him ever since the night he had rescued Daphne Greengrass from the smirky bastard's overly-insistent advances. Now here he was, already a Ministry official at twenty.

"What do you mean, McLaggan?" Potter asked, obviously less than thrilled to see his former housemate.

McLaggan hooked a thumb at Draco and snickered. "Seeing your former arch-enemy turned into a retard. My greyhound is smarter than him, and Mr. Whippy-Tail has had his head slammed in a cellar door."

You only have your position because of your uncle, you puffed-up, empty suit. Your ego's size is in inverse proportion to the size of your intellect. "I like doggies. Can I play with your doggie?"

McLaggan laughed so hard, he clutched his belly and bent double. Which was why he didn't see the punch coming. He rubbed the side of his head and glared at Potter. "I'll have your job. My uncle is--"

"Yeah, well, I'm Harry effing Potter, and I wouldn't get sacked if I came to work naked and danced a hornpipe." Potter's eyes actually seemed to glow, he was so angry. "I don't tolerate bullies, McLaggan. The past is irrelevant. Picking on Malfoy now when he can't defend himself is vile and cowardly."

In retrospect, it was clear that that was the moment when Draco's crush on Potter started. He was beautiful when he was angry.

McLaggan slouched away, and the rest of the day was uneventful. Potter sent Draco for files, to pick up his newly-laundered uniforms, and to the magical creatures department to give treats to Granger's monster of a pet; Crookshanks was in quarantine after contracting a nasty case of Kneazle measles. Before Draco knew it, it was time to go home.

In the three weeks since then, Potter had basically made Draco his personal errand boy. It was a bit embarrassing, but, in a life that was just one long parade of indignities, that hardly mattered. And people soon learned that Potter wold not tolerate Draco being mocked or gossiped about. The work days went by fast, and at their end, Draco went home with Pansy to their flat where she cooked him supper and sat with him on the couch while he watched silly sitcoms until it was time for him to go to bed. He wasn't sure if he could say that he was happy, but he wasn't utterly miserable.

At least, not until today, when Draco realized that his infatuation with the Chosen One had grown deeper. At first, the attraction had just been physical (that close-fitting uniform, those eyes, that bottom...), but as the weeks passed, Draco became more familiar with Potter's personality. There were those who didn't like the Chosen One's sarcasm and headstrong ways, but Draco knew that, if he were normal, he and Potter would be a perfect couple. Draco could only see being in a relationship with someone who could match him in snark, who would argue with him, who would push back when pushed. Someone who was magnificent when he was angry. Draco wanted a relationship that was passionate in every way, and he knew that was how it would be with Potter. If only I was normal.

Potter was famously prickly at work, and prone to getting shouty, but he was unfailingly kind to Draco. It was starting to get on his nerves. He walked to Potter's desk and set down the bottle of ink that he had just fetched. "Very good. Thank you, Malfoy."

It is not very good, Potter; it's not good at all. It's less than half-full, my robes are ruined, and the mosaic floor just outside the cafeteria will never be the same again. Yell at me, call me incompetent, treat me like you would treat anyone else! Treat me as your equal! "Can I have a jelly bean? I was a good boy!"

"Sure thing! Choose carefully." Potter held out the box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans that he kept in his desk to reward his errand boy. When Draco realized that he had gotten a liver flavored one, he attempted to spit it into the waste basket, but somehow ended up bouncing it off of Potter's left cheek. Potter blinked, then smiled. "It's all right, Malfoy."

No, it's not all right at all, Potter. I want you to actually SEE me with those beautiful eyes. I want you to take me into those strong arms. I want you to shout at me when I deserve it. I want you to see me as a MAN.  "It was yucky."

As he left on another errand, Draco realized that Potter was the only person to still call him by his last name. But Draco found himself wanting to hear his first name from the Auror's shapely lips... just before they kissed.

"Oi, Malfoy!" Draco turned at the sound of the rough, familiar voice. "You doing better, mate?" Greg Goyle was wearing the uniform of a catering company. It was the day of the Ministry's Halloween party, and preparations were afoot. "I've got to get these trays to a safe place. If I leave 'em in the Atrium, people will get into the food early. Got an idea where these can go?" A shiny flock of covered trays followed behind Goyle, most of them steaming.

Yes, I know just the place. Follow me. "Greggie!" Draco involuntarily flung himself onto Goyle, his hug so enthusiastic that he knocked his school-friend over. The two of them hit a couple of the trays, which caused a chain reaction that sent every single one crashing to the floor. Draco gaped at the heaps of mashed potatoes and green beans and sliced roast beef that surrounded them as they sprawled on the floor.

Goyle grabbed Draco by the front of his robes and screamed every obscenity he knew.

It's not my fault, you dolt. "Waaaaaah!"

The bigger man gaped as Draco cried like a frightened toddler and let go. "I'm-I'm sorry, Malfoy." He patted Draco on the head with one massive paw. It only made Draco cry harder and louder. This oaf, this gorilla, this buffoon-- he PITIES me. "I know you're kinda... stupid. I have to remember that I'm the smarter one now."

THIS CANNOT BE BORNE. Draco tried to stand up, but slipped on a pile of buttered carrot coins and landed face first in creamed corn. Still wailing, he began to crawl. He had no destination in mind; he just wanted to hide himself away forever. He found a dark corner and rolled into a ball, intending to never move again. He supposed that he would be found by house elves before he died of starvation, but it was worth a try.

"Hey, Malfoy, what's wrong?" Draco opened his eyes to find Potter crouched in front of him. The Auror reached out one hand and gently wiped creamed corn from his face. "It's not the end of the world. It's just food."

It's not just food. It's my entire pointless life. I love you, but I cannot tell you. Even if I could, physically, I can't, because you would just be filled with pity and disgust.  "I love you. I want a kiss." Oh, Merlin, NO. Not this, and not now, while he was coated in gravy and salad dressing.

The reaction that Draco expected didn't come. Instead of recoiling, Potter leaned forward and pressed his lips to Draco's for just a moment. They were warm and soft, and when they left, there was a strange tingle, followed by a flash of pink and blue light. What was that? "What was that?"

Harry touched his mouth. "Some sort of spell breaking, I think."

Draco's mind, as nimble as ever, processed the implications in seconds. All this time, I was bewitched! The Healers at St. Mungo's are as incompetent as my father says! "All this time, I was bewitched! The Healers at St. Mungo's are as incompetent as my father says!" He stood up and spun in a circle with his arms out, starting to feel a bit giddy as he realized that his personal hell was through. Potter was standing, too, grinning. Draco impulsively gathered the other man into his arms and kissed him soundly.

When the kiss ended, Potter laughed. "You could have just said 'thank you'."

But I've been wanting to kiss you for so long. "But I've been wanting to kiss you for so long."

Potter's eyebrows rose. "Really?"

Really. "Really." Draco started laughing from sheer joy.

"Draco Malfoy wants to kiss Harry Potter. Are you sure you're not still bespelled?" Harry's face was a bit flushed.

"Draco, baby, Greg told me what happened. Are you all right?" Pansy had found them. She was costumed as a ferret, of all things.

"Never better," Draco said joyfully. He took Pansy by her hands and spun her around. "It's over! I've been set free!"

Pansy smiled briefly before her face crumbled. She yanked her hands away from Draco's and started to bawl. Potter was on her in a split-second, wand out. "What did you do, Parkinson?"

"I--I don't kn--know what you're t--talking about, " she said, entirely unconvincingly.

"Fine. I'm taking you into custody and holding you until I get permission to use Veritaserum on you. It could take days, and you'll miss the party."

Pansy took a shuddering breath. "I didn't mean for it to happen like it did. When he told me he wasn't attracted to women, I... I went a little crazy. I've been in love with him for so long. I wanted to use Amortentia, but the Ministry crack-down on love potions has made it so expensive. So I... improvised. I mixed some spells together, and there was a potion, and... it didn't work right. I thought-- I thought I had permanently damaged him. Please don't hate me, Draco." She covered her face with her hands and sobbed.

Potter shook his head and lowered his wand. "Do you want to have her prosecuted, Malfoy?"

"No. I'm less than thrilled with her at the moment, but it wasn't done out of malice." Draco rubbed his forehead. Months of suffering, and it was as simple as an irresponsible spell. St. Mungo's did not deserve one Knut more of the Malfoy fortune, that was for sure.

Potter flapped his hand at Pansy. "Go. Fix your make-up before the party starts." Pansy fled, still crying.

"The party," Malfoy said. "It's almost started."

"Are you going?"

"I suppose. You'll have to do a cleaning charm for me, though. It's been a while since I've been allowed to carry a wand."

"I had a date, but he slipped on a pile of spaghetti and broke his ankle. You'll have to be my date, now. You owe me." Potter charmed them both clean in a trice, then held out one arm. "Let's go."

Draco hooked his elbow through Potter's. He couldn't stop grinning like a loon. This was shaping up to be the best night of his life.


Pansy clasped Draco's hands in hers. "Oh, it's going to be so lonely in my flat without you!" she moaned. Draco kissed her on the cheek.

Narcissa and Lucius were the next to make their farewells; Narcissa hugged both men. "You did the right thing," she said to Draco, "not moving in until Harry gave you a ring. It shows that you've had a proper moral upbringing." Hermione, who had just started shacking up with Ron, gave her a dirty look.

Finally, all the guests were gone from the main room of the Leaky Cauldron, which was where the commitment ceremony and reception had been held. It was after midnight, and Harry and Draco went to their honeymoon suite-- such as it was-- on the top floor. A fire crackled merrily before a shabby, overstuffed couch. Draco draped himself across Harry and nuzzled his neck. "I got you a special gift." He pulled a velvet-covered jeweler's box out of his dress robes. Harry flipped it open to find a lightning-bolt pendant on a fine silver chain. "For some reason, it made me think of you, Scar-Head."

Harry put the necklace on, then handed Draco a package wrapped in the gold paper favored by one of Diagon Alley's most exclusive shops. Draco wondered what it was. A tie of the finest silk, gray to match his eyes? An engraved pocket-watch? Containing his eagerness, he neatly peeled the paper off to reveal a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. "Because you've been such a good boy," Harry said, grinning cheekily. "Even your mother thinks so, what with you saving yourself until we got properly hitched."

"I will determine which one is the vomit-flavored one and drop it in your mouth while you're sleeping," Draco said, but he was smiling, too.

"Oh, dear, that's naughty, Draco."

"You'll like it when I'm naughty, I think," Draco said, just before he gave Harry a long, slow, deep kiss. And so it began, the happily ever after part. And it was quite happy.
I wrote this fic a while back as a trade with *FloraDelaney, who is making it into a comic, 'Locked in': [link]
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I wake up blinded by the sunlight
Only to realize absence of life's delight
Everyone yearning for brightness
In this place enclosed in darkness

The piercing pain,
The woeful cries
The thirst for greater wealth
To achieve a better health

Families tenuous of starvation
Parents and children seeking direction
Each district secretly wanting insurrection
Against the Capitol's greedy agitation

Iridescent competition for survival created,
Controlling life for entertainment started
All of us longing for an end to this rapture
No longer wanting to suffer from this seizure

This dystopia encased in obscurity
Residents being absorbed by vanity
Can this really be reality?
Why is it devoured in catastrophe?
What caused us to give birth to human bestiality?
This is a poem I made a month ago for English class, which is dedicated to the trilogy, "The Hunger Games," written by Suzanne Collins.
It is according to Katniss Everdeen's perspective.
I just thought I'd share it here on dA since I never use my blogspot anymore xD...

~I wrote this while listening to Epik High :3
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When the darkness comes
When the shadows return
Six lights will awake
Guided by their friendship
With the power of
Harmony within them
Together they will
Bring an end to evil

Honesty will fight against any lies
Kindness will aid those overwhelmed by anger
Laughter will wither all sadness away
Generosity will help those in need
Loyalty will strike bravery into the hearts
Magic will then make everything complete!

Rise forth once more
(once more)
O Lights!

O Harmony!

With the sun and moon guiding their way
They will always prevail!

Brave ones
Fear not
You'll find your way!
Lift us through
Our goal
lies ahead
In souls and hearts!

Rise forth once more
(once more)
O Lights!
Spirits of Harmony

When the darkness comes
When the shadows return
Six lights will awake
Guided by their friendship
With the power of
Harmony within them
Together they will
Bring an end to evil!

Honesty will help stand us firm as mountains
Kindness will save us from the sorrow and despair
Laughter will wash away every tear and frown
Generosity will never let us down
Loyalty will not abandon friends in need
Magic then will make everything complete!

Rise forth once more
(once more)
O Lights!

O Harmony!

Nothing is impossible for them
When they will all head in!

Our path
We shall find
strength in friendship today!
It's our way
Lead on
shunning wrong
Unite as one!

Rise forth once more
(once more)
O Lights!
Harmony restored on this day!

May the power of friendship always
Be with you!
These are the lyrics for my latest PMV that is meant to be a sort of tribute to the Mane Six and the Elements of Harmony.

You can watch the video with these lyrics here:

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (C) Hasbro / :iconfyre-flye:
Picture by :iconalicehumansacrifice1:
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G: Send me a picture.
S: What?
G: I'm tied up, and I won't be able to make it down for a few days.
G: So send me a picture.
S:  (picture message enclosed)
G: Cute, kid. Real cute.
S: I'm sensing sarcasm.
G: We both know I didn't mean a picture of Bobby.
S: Well you didn't specify.
G: All right, fine. Sam, it would please me very much if you were to send me a picture of yourself.
S: (picture message enclosed)
G: If you EVER want to sleep with me again, you'll send me a picture of you shirtless.
S: (picture message enclosed)
G: Holy shit, kid!
S: What?!
G: You've got some nice jugs.
S: I hate you.

I'd actually never heard that term until I was talking to some guy. It was kind of funny.



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"What smells so good?"

"Finally out of your coma are you?" Sebastian Moran said nonchalantly, not turning to face his boss, who was standing in the doorway, looking much more ruffled than his normal Westwood look. He was wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and a wife-beater, a purple silk dressing gown half hanging off of him.

"Yes mum, I'm fine thank you." Jim said mockingly, walking over to the fridge and pulling out a carton of orange juice, drinking straight from the container. He leaned against the counter, watching the sniper as he continued to work with a creamy substance in the bowl in front of him. He stared at it, as though it was some foreign substance that was going to come to life and attack them both.

Seb noticed Jim's eyes on him and glanced over, not stopping his use of the metal whisk he'd been employing. He snorted. "It's not going to bite you you know."

"Ha ha." Jim sneered. "What is it?"



"Yes Jim, it's the sugary paste that people put on baked things."

Jim stood there for a moment, seemingly transfixed by the thick substance that was now oozing down the sides of the mixing bowl. "Why would anyone  want to eat that?! And more to the point, why are you making it?"

"Because sugar cookies are boring without frosting, and I didn't have anything to do. Seriously, have you never noticed how much more gets done when you wake up from your binge induced comas?"

"What coma? It takes a much lower level of brain wave to constitute a coma, and I can assure you, my brain has never reached those levels. Besides, name one time when I got up and you were actually doing something useful." Jim set the carton down, using his hands to push himself up to sit on the counter, elbows resting on his knees and his attention fixed on Moran. Sebastian was still working on the frosting, putting it aside only long enough to take the cookies out of the oven.

"Just because you don't consider it useful doesn't mean it's not." Seb pointed out. "If I didn't clean my equipment properly it wouldn't be ready to go when you get the whim to shoot someone. Or when someone catches a whim to shoot you. Which-" He said, setting the cookies down on top of the stove and taking of the oven mitt. "Has been happening a LOT more often." Moran gave Jim a meaningful look.

Jim shrugged, stealing one of the cooling cookies off of the rack and eating it, waving his hand to dismiss the sniper's implications. The temperature didn't seem to bother him.  "You loove it." He drawled. "Gives you something to do."

"Well, maybe once in a while I like to do things like this."

Jim wrinkled his nose, looking down on Moran in disdain as the other man continued to work with the frosting.

"But it's so painfully...normal." Jim said, dragging out the last word like it was something slimy. "Domestic even. You're supposed to be the best sniper in Europe, things like this aren't supposed to entertain you. I thought you had slightly more brain power than that, Sebbie. I'm disappointed."

Sebastian snorted, yanking the cookie tray away from Moriarty right as the man went to take another one. "You don't seem that disgusted with the arrangement. Besides," he pointed out, "Snipers have to be calm and focused. Baking calms me down."

"Booooring." Jim sang, sliding off of the counter to wander back over to the fridge, dissappearing behind the door as he searched for something that would suit him. "I can't understand how people like you could be any more relaxed. There's nothing going on in there to begin with. If you were any more relaxed you'd be dead."

"Keep thinking that Jim." Seb mumbled, now using a spoon to dribble and smooth the frosting over the cookies, one after another.

Jim pulled his head out of the fridge and frowned, unhappy with the lack of attention he was receiving. He disliked how passive this new hobby was making his sniper. This was why he didn't watch telly. He couldn't get a rise out of the TV. "What? No snappy comment? No 'Jim, if you keep this up you won't survive to go after Sherlock again'?" Moriarty said, not bothering to close the fridge. He came up behind Seb, hooking two fingers under the corner of the other man's jaw. He looked at an invisible watch on his wrist, shaking his head sadly, his lip pouting just a little. "Just as I thought. No pulse."

Sebastian looked down at Jim, rolling his eyes. Moriarty took his fingers off of Moran's throat and circled around him, now focused on the frosting bowl. He dipped two fingers into the bowl and stared at the white glop as it oozed over them. Moran just ignored Jim's behavior, he was so used to it it was unnatural.

Jim sniffed at the substance experimentally, making a face. "This is not frosting." He announced, still staring at it as though it had personally offended him. "Frosting doesn't....ooze.."

"It's a glaze frosting." Seb replied, long-suffering to the end. "Are you seriously telling me that you've never had a glaze frosting on anything? Never had a frosted sugar cookie or a cinnamon roll?"

Moriarty shrugged. "Don't concern myself much with food, and when I do I don't tend to keep a log of what I eat."

Seb snorted. "That's a lie. What about the time when we went out to eat and you kept ordering something different because you didn't like the taste of the first five hundred things you ordered?"

"Not my fault they don't know the meaning of the word 'food'. Just because I don't think much about what I eat doesn't mean I won't notice when they try and feed me something that isn't physically edible."

"It was prime steak!"

"Nooot my problem." Jim said, wiping his frosting covered hand on Moran's sleeve. Sebastian looked down at the smear in annoyance as his boss went to flop down on the couch in the nearby living room.  

All was quiet for another five minutes before Seb heard an enormous sigh from the living room.

"If you start throwing darts at the Mona Lisa again, I swear..."

"Aww, Sebbie that's adorable! I didn't know you had the brain cells to appreciate high art."

"I couldn't care less. What I do care about is the fact that YOU decided to plant a bomb right behind the painting. Who knows what could set it off!?"

"Your concern is touching."

"Hey, if you go up, so do I. The world may revolve around you in your brain, but not so much in here."

"Hmm. Not surprised. There's not so much of anything in your brain."

"....You done?"

"Never. Though if you bring me something to eat I may be quiet for a few minutes."

Sebastian finished dribbling the cookies with frosting and walked into the living room, dropping the bowl onto Jim's lap.

"There. Eat that."

Jim scowled at it, not bothering to move. He just glared at it, as though it would move on its own by sheer force of hatred.

"This ISN'T food." He complained loudly.

"Well, if you want real food, get off your super intelligent arse and get it yourself." Sebastian said, heading back into the kitchen.

Sebastian ignored the grumbling that followed him into the next room.

Jim stared at the bowl which was currently occupying the space on top of his stomach. He tipped it forward with one finger, scowling again when the gooey substance slimed towards him in slow motion.

"Seeeeb!" He whined, knowing full well that the other man was ignoring him completely. Well, he would just have to see what would come of that  later. He turned his attention back on the bowl. The frosting was close to dripping onto his shirt now. He grimaced, catching a falling drip with his finger. Letting the bowl sit back upright again, he stared at the milky white drop of sugar that clung to the pad of his finger. Experimentally, he licked it.

Sebastian had cleaned the entire kitchen up by the time Jim showed up again. Moran smirked. "Finally decide that starving to death is worse than being lazy?"

"Not hungry anymore." Jim said nonchalantly, dropping the frosting bowl into the sink in front of the sniper.

Moran stared at it in shock, pausing half-way through drying his hands on a dish towel. The bowl had been licked clean.
This is the disclaimer. I wrote this for fun. That is really the ONLY reason. It was inspired by the antics of me and my friend at college as we made cookies for a bake sale. I wrote it because I have a strange fascination with Moriarty as of late, and because I really wanted some Seb/Jim fics that were not slash. I like to think of them like I think of Sherlock and John, just a really close, really strange platonic relationship. Only Seb and Jim are evil. Yeah.

SO this is probably OOC, but it's mostly for the giggles so yeah. Enjoy XD.
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