LONGFIC - Let's pretend that all is well ... * Chapter-II-First Day, Night ... +18
Title: Let's pretend ... Hopefully
Author: cicella
Pairing: Draco / Harry
Rating: +18
Disclaimer: The characters are inspired by the saga of "Harry Potter" by JK Rowling, who owns the rights.
Both the characters that the events recounted in these stories are fictional, and therefore does not really exist.
's Tale is distributed in a totally free and non-profit.
Warnings: And 'a must for an explanation of my set speech. I write the sentences in italics are those that think pg, as is usually written speech, those in quotes in italics are quotes, ie phrases spoken by others, that reminds pg.
both the text and the dialogue of memories are in italics.
The specific first, in order to allow a clear understanding of the history ^_^'.
WARNING: Slash As part of the class, I feel that the contents of this history are not suitable for sensitive audiences or otherwise contrary to the subject. If you are not informed about these kinds of stories click here!
Genre: Comedy (if I can), Romantic (depending on your point of view)
Summary: a terrible tragedy disrupts the lives of our beneamini, involving their friends. New firms await Harry, and maybe try dark in every way to dispose of it. Remember Harry: Resist! Resist! Resist!
Author Notes: I do not know why I wrote such a thing, really should not even be the case, should not be so long and I should not find yourself writing a funny thing (at least for my beta that is lavished laughter and comment throughout the various betatura XDD), but here it is, as you see it.
I do not have specific goals for this fic, but I hope that is still enjoyable and keep going ^ _ ^.
Harry finds himself at last to the Gryffindor tower with his companions, with the chance to rest for a few hours before dinner.
So, at the foot of her bed, pulls the mantle and is based on its trunk, loosens his tie in order to breathe more freely and leave your shoes a short distance to climb on the bed and can finally let go dead weight, sinking in the face pillow, letting the mind go back to what happened just before in the closet.
Inside the dark closet, hidden from the gaze of their friends, Harry finally reaffirms his reasons to the young Slytherin, so they are clear and avoid possible problems.
"Malfoy, if this is a joke, it's in bad taste, if is a trap, it is stupid because it does not fall for ever, if it's really the fault of the botched potion, keep away from me until it is ready for the antidote.. "
"And if it were true? I mean, if I were really in love with you and the potion he had given me the courage to confess? ".
What nonsense: how Malfoy had been able to get so low just to taunt him one more time? Possible that the desire to humiliate him had led up to that point: to ridicule himself but to vilify him. How could never resist acting in such a hoax? How could he look so sincere and natural as to be credible even in the eyes of his friends? Perhaps the cause of such behavior lies in the very dangerous fumes of a faulty Potion: Is it really unlikely that the cause be attributed to some variant of Veritaseum for the feelings run by mistake, if there really. Or it may simply be one of the many love potions, such as those that the Twins are selling in their store.
"... if you were really in love with you?" .
Of all the possible options and this was certainly the best science fiction to be taken seriously: agree that Malfoy knows how to be a great dramatic actor often credible but hatred, malice and contempt so well rehearsed non possono che essere reali o, quanto meno, avere almeno un minimo di fondamento.
Gli porta le braccia al collo cercando di avvicinarlo di più a sé, ma Harry intercetta i suoi gesti e, afferrandolo per i polsi, lo spintona verso la parete.
«Adesso basta, Malfoy! Non puoi credere di continuare così ancora per molto: cosa diavolo credi di dimostrare?» urla a pochi centimetri dal suo volto.
Draco, per niente spaventato, abbozza un leggero ghigno e, inclinando la testa, riesce a sfiorare con la guancia la mano in cui Harry tiene un suo polso contro il muro.
«Ti confesso che ho sempre amato i nostri litigi: ogni giorno li aspettavo con ansia. Solo così potevo avere un contatto con il your body. Every time I banged on the wall or on the ground I thought "hell, yes, yes, Tear their clothes and fuck me ..." "squinting and moving the pelvis forward to meet that of Harry, to see if his words were beginning to produce some effect . The tight grip holding the boy, however, does not allow large amplitude of movement, found themselves swaying to and fro with the frustration of those who fail in their intent .
How could he say such things with such ease? The snakes do not have the slightest shame? Does not exist in their vocabulary, the word "exaggerate"? And most importantly, it was his worst enemy was shocked by such revelations?
If Ginny had declared in this way, most likely if it would be fucked in that same time.
"I know the limit, or push you over on purpose?" He asked wearily, melting away and taking a few steps. At the same time the following Malfoy forward and then collapsed to the ground, kneeling before him.
"Let me show you what you want, what I always wanted to see near you. I will do everything I can ... whatever you want 'whispers on her belly, before rubbing on her cheek and nose, breathing deeply.
Harry follows the whole scene as if they care for someone else because they were, of course, Malfoy would never have approached and knelt before him, pleading that way .
Before his closed eyes, relives the same scene a thousand times, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes stopping at a precise moment. And then the imagination takes the place of reality: Harry moves his hand towards his groin while Malfoy does the same to his alter-ego, in the view. Slowly open the zipper of his pants and sees clearly, as if it were real, Malfoy bring your face to open and breathe deeply between his pubic hair. His breathing became labored and he can not keep moaning that he did not believe either to be able to deliver. Malfoy under him sly grins, before sinking the face in the opening of his pants.
would have happened if he had not really reacted? He could really wrap your mouth so damn good at his bird?
"That way at least it is finally shut up" think smugly.
really a great way to silence him, because he did not think to really do it?
The image of Malfoy becomes increasingly blurred as it accelerates the pace, disappearing altogether when he finally finds peace in an orgasm more than satisfactory, for his first fantasized saw a young man. And this is the real problem; biggest disaster that has hit Malfoy, larger than that happened in the closet, larger than that expected in the next three days: he was looking into the feasibility of a possible relationship with Malfoy. Also think that maybe it could have been one sex does not help to alleviate the situation: after all, is always Malfoy, not any of his friends or chance meeting in a few pubs. And, now, how he came to think of a possible relationship with any man? As can be passed from doubt to probable bisexual straight in a couple of hours? And just because Malfoy has rubbed a bit 'princely his nose on his groin?
'Curse' rages through clenched teeth: If you look back, he was again hard. It is imperative
find a way to understand exactly what is happening to himself, before taking any decision on his possible future behavior.
when it senses the boy's breath caress your skin under pants, you realize how close they are too: Malfoy grabs her by the shoulders and pushes him away from you.
"Is it possible that you're so shit? But who the fuck you think you have to do? I think one of your elves afraid he can not refuse your every desire? "
" Will you stop saying bad things, so why should I pretend like that? "
" What the hell do I know, your absurd and twisted mind what the hell is plotting. Any it is, you're not gonna screw me or confuse me: I just hope these three days pass quickly, "he yells back against, this time causing the tears streaming down the cheeks of the young Slytherin.
Frustrated by this situation and decided to not want to influence or relent from that attitude, you leave behind the boy and leaves the room still sobbing .
With a heavy sigh as you get out of bed and rearranges the pants cleaned up giving himself a brief, barely time to avoid being seen by Ron tells him to come down for dinner.
There is the usual chatter in the corridors leading to the Great Hall, for children of all ages with empty bellies, but always in a position to chat.
"He said that my behavior bothered him, but I clearly saw his cock become hard and stretch the fabric of his trousers, and felt it vibrate when I slid over the tongue" describes a low voice with emphasis Draco to his two friends while you start to their table.
"Oh, it must have been wonderful: I would pay to watch," said Pansy dreamily. "Blaise, are you okay?" Asks his friend, noting the color indecipherable in the face of the boy.
"Yes, yes. I do not know if you throw up or get excited, but I'm pretty good. Everything was easier when our only topic of conversation were the jokes to combine against Gryffindor. "
"Ah, what I would have given for potergli loose pants and take ...."
"Ok, ok, enough is enough 'interrupts exasperated Blaise. "We're going to have dinner and I do not find myself to vomit the soul. And please, try not to blatantly demonstrate your overwhelming desire to drool and get caught behind.. "
"I'll try not to give too much attention, but if you do not want to attend to my mistake and look at him and saw you imagine me banging on the table in front of everyone, you should not sit next to me."
"Oh, but I want to see: I can sit next to you? Please, "begs full of admiration for Pansy, already anticipating the scene in his mind.
"Sure, honey. But do not try as you usually get in the middle and offer to help me out ... ... now I just want those of Harry on my body. "
"Oh, all right ... just watch" agree, if a little 'bitter.
"Pansy ... but all this absurd situation bothers you the least? How do you talk as if it were still the usual Draco? ".
"I'll tell you the truth, Blaise was already cool before, but now it's absolutely great fun! If you make even half of what he says, will stand as a mussel attached to a rock, if only to witness the scene » proclaims full of euphoria. "Um ... maybe say" I'll be attacked as the Weasley in the Potter "makes a better idea" Pansy grins, turning to Draco to involve in the discussion, but the boy is no longer next to her is still a few steps back, perfectly motionless staring before him. Following the path of his vision, Pansy get to see what the guy is staring at the trio of nerds and aggregates of Gryffindor is, as usual, doing most of the other casino, at the entrance of the Exhibition. But it was certainly not their noise to annoy the Slytherin, or the sight of her lover in a daze as the fact that love is constantly being scrambled from the arms of the little Weasley.
When she leans gently on the lips of those Harry, Draco gets up around an unusual wind that sways slightly the edges of the mantle, while her face is transformed into a grimace of pure anger. Blaise and Pansy intuit what the soul at that time thought that the spirit of Draco, while the boy is approaching long strides to the boys who are constantly staring at. Yet it is so light and quiet, Harry realizes that he alone when he hears two arms encircle her from behind and closer to his chest while laying his chin on his shoulder, and looks at Ginny with a completely emotionless expression.
"Now you no longer have the exclusive, two-bit dingy waitress. Despite all the qualities and features you think you have to bind him to you, certainly when you discover the best I can offer, and my love much larger and stronger than yours, you will realize that having a pet as you do between the sheets is not very hygienic and healthy. "
'Com-So-... ... Malfoy? "Ginny stammered bewildered, wandering eyes on the crowd massed around them.
The boys in the corridor are completely shocked, Blaise tries to get some good ideas come to mind before all realize the folly of Draco. He goes to Ron, harpoons with a strong arm and dragging a corner.
"What the hell you jumped on his head? Have you forgotten all that has happened in the classroom before? You have to keep Potter and your sister as much as possible away from Draco here or risk of losing all the skin.. "
"Harry has already said a thousand times that it is engaged to my sister, Malfoy quell'ottuso not understand it. You who must keep Draco away from him, "agreed Ron replies, managing to break free from the grip of Slytherin.
"Hey, guys, how come there's a traffic jam at the entrance of the Hall?" Asked Seamus occurred late, absent the incident.
The two boys look at him for a moment, then the path of the enlightened materializes in front of them and suggests how to deal with the situation in the right way. For talking in a while, while Seamus seize the arms and drag him into the nearest classroom, closing in. Blaise is back again near Pansy, and Ron joins his sister.
"It's amazing, Ginny? It is exactly the same.. "
"What?" Ginny asks puzzled, even Harry and Hermione can not understand what his friend is going to do.
"Seamus. You finally managed to successfully run the Polyjuice potion, and just wanted to try with Malfoy, apparently. "
"You have deceived me! Where did you hide Draco, Finnigan? "Asked Blaise actually addressing the real Draco, who is hoping to play and help them get out of that situation. The body of Malfoy
hot against his back, his hands held tightly to his breast, his face so close to feel his breath tickle the ear, are the only things that Harry's brain fails to develop at that time , not even knowing that he must make himself something to dissolve the situation before something irreparable happens, it urges people to react.
"I love you for so long I've forgotten what it is not love. I will do everything in my power to prove it "whispers Malfoy in a faint voice, so I can feel it only he, before splitting from his embrace and start inside the room, throwing a last glance and then disappear behind the door.
Harry remains motionless, bewildered, until lightly stroking Ginny's arm, leading to the whirlwind of emotions and thoughts that were increasingly overpower him. It starts quietly at the table, doing everything to not ever raise his eyes, and meet those eyes always focused on himself.
§ § CONTINUE
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LONGFIC - Let's pretend that all is well ... * Chapter-I-Day, Afternoon ... +18
Title: Let's pretend ... Hopefully
Author: cicella
Pairing: Draco / Harry
Rating: +18
Disclaimer: The characters are inspired by the saga of "Harry Potter" by JK Rowling, who owns the rights.
Both the characters that the events recounted in these stories are fictional, and therefore does not really exist.
's Tale is distributed in a totally free and non-profit.
Warnings: And 'a must for an explanation of my set speech. I write the sentences in italics are those that think pg, as is usually written speech, those in italics are quotes in quotes, ie phrases spoken by others, that reminds pg.
Both the text and dialogue in italics are memories. The specific
before, so you can have a clear understanding history ^_^'.
WARNING: Slash As part of the class, I feel that the contents of this history are not suitable for sensitive audiences or otherwise contrary to the subject. If you are not informed about these kinds of stories click here!
Genre: Comedy (if I can), Romantic (depending on your point of view)
Summary: a terrible tragedy disrupts the lives of our beneamini, also involving their friends. New firms await Harry, and maybe try dark in every way to dispose of it. Remember Harry: Resist! Resist! Resist!
Author Notes: I do not know why I wrote something like, really should not even be the case, should not be so long and I should not find yourself writing a funny thing (at least for my beta, it has gone in laughter and comment throughout the various betatura XDD), but here it is as you see it.
I do not have specific goals for this fic, but I hope that is still enjoyable and keep going ^ _ ^.
participate in a course of recovery in order to fill gaps in their potions, is the most terrible punishment that could be Harry. Even the hours spent with Snape for him are endless suffering, that could also produce visible injuries, even if they lasted only five more minutes: therefore, this sudden rush, it certainly will reduce the dying.
to keep him, however, that morale in the company of hard day's Seamus Finnigan in the condition of their lack of skill on the subject, and Hermione Granger, among those called to help the less able. But the presence
that amazes me and enjoys most is that the course is that the Slytherins Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson, despite their well known location.
Harry would never have imagined that the Slytherins had material weaknesses in Potions, but, of course, spend time harassing other adverse impact on the study for them.
So this is proof that justice exists.
Luckily Harry Hermione can count on for the preparation of the potion given, and Zabini helps Parkinson's, and less capable in the whole course. Poor Seamus was attached to the Prince of Snakes: put together by the two boys as opposed to houses, sabotage is the most obvious thing you would expect, the loss of points and an absolute certainty.
It was not long before I heard a bang come from a steaming cauldron.
"Mr. Finnigan, even if you have as a fellow worker, Mr. Malfoy not prevent her from cauldrons to blow, it is clear that the art of Potions will not ever congenial. Why are we here to be weary, it is clear that he will never "exclaimed Professor Snape, in a mixture of anger and resignation.
Slytherin I do not lose the opportunity to enjoy further behind Gryffindor, apostrophe with the best praise derisive they are capable, and everyone gathers around the bench where Malfoy and Finnigan.
"It's not my fault," now seeks to defend the young Irishman. "This time I'm sure you follow the instructions to the letter. It must surely be the work of Malfoy: have tried to sabotage the potion to make me take my failure. "
"If no evidence can not prove it. And do not ever let on to vilify the other students, or his house will suffer the consequences. All right Mr. Malfoy? "
" Uhm ... I do not know. It hurts a little 'head. "
"Now do not start doing the same old victim, Malfoy" Harry mocks him. The Slytherin
raises his head and turns toward him, reserving enough to look.
"Your face is all dirty Malfoy ... your beautiful face is ruined ..." continues the dark boy.
They stare so hard to put both the Gryffindor uncomfortable, then Draco lowered his eyes for a moment and when I got up, Harry finds himself mirrored in two crystal clear pools shines its light, framed by a slight redness that makes it look even whiter than the snow-white complexion of Slytherin.
"Oh, really-you're concerned about me?".
"What?" Harry puzzled question: did not remember saying it in that tone, indeed, its only a finding would be mocking.
Draco, with a short run and a decisive, is found to encircle the neck embracing Harry in a hug, and hold the power.
"Oh, Harry, Harry. I can not believe it. I always hoped that you notice me and now my wish came true, "he admits, rubbing his cheek on the boy. All
remain tethered instantly to see that scene, including the Slytherins who stop and taunt the Gryffindor waiting to discover the intentions of their housemates. The tension that is created around the two boys leads to a disturbing silence that grows on the expectations of these developments. No one has the courage to say or do something are all just there, staring at Malfoy clinging to Harry's body and it fell into a catatonic state for several seconds, in which the Gryffindor examine all possible hypotheses that might have led Malfoy a similar gesture, so shocking that I can not an appropriate response.
"Merlin toglietemelo off ... help ..." Harry is finally able to say, which became now realize that that may not be a joke: it's excessive even for a Slytherin, and how can perceive, Malfoy is really like too.
"Calm down Mr. Potter" Snape tells him, trying not to escalate the situation absurd. "This will certainly have no jurisdiction prepared a love potion instead of the assigned ... now we find out which variant is in order to prepare an antidote: I'm going to take a sample and analyze it, while you're here and try to maintain a civilized behavior in my absence. "
These follow with their gaze toward the door of the Professor away and disappear behind it, then bring it right after the two boys involved. The classroom door opens again almost immediately, from which emerges the red head of Ron and his leg still petrified because of yet another spell failed miserably.
"Hey guys, how are you dug? I saw Snape away with a transfigured face to say the least, "but the presence of the boy is not a minor consideration. "What's going on?" Asks more of himself, as in the classroom begins to rise a slight buzz, given by the confabulation of pupils between them, which begin to hypothesize the causes and effects of such a situation.
"Strange, the color looks the same as that to be kissed by your loved one, But the consistency and smell are different.. "
"It will be one that is telling the truth about feelings? ... Malfoy, Potter want to fuck? ".
"I'm not your cocks, Finnigan."
"Um, not really. With that potion would be forced to tell you, even if after you have insulted the same, "notes Zabini. "What would then be between the versions of love potions? Let's see: you feel the irresistible urge to kiss Harry? You can tell me, I'm your best friend, "the questions the Slytherin.
"Merlin, yes, yes. Every second that wonderful look at his lips, "she whispers in your ear very close to Harry.
"Merlino no! Do not you dare! Do not you dare kiss! And take my arms from my neck, I'm beginning to sweat. "
Harry tries to pull it away, but those arms were extraordinarily surprising strength, given perhaps by the equally strong desire to keep close to him.
"I do not think even that of the kiss," Hermione spoke. "Otherwise he would have already done so. Perhaps it is simply to turn hatred into love. "
These carry their eyes on the girl, meditating on his words, then come back to fix the two guys who have since sat on one of the benches, in perfect cohesion to the strong hold of Draco's arms.
"Um, I would say that it is more likely, his hatred for him is directly proportionate to the love that manifests itself now. However, the professor will soon find the antidote, in the meantime we must try to do everything possible to limit the damage. "
After about thirty minutes, Professor Snape's back in the classroom, bringing with it the hope for good news that both groups of friends are waiting to hear.
"There is no doubt that it is potion of love-hate reversible. I have already taken steps to collect all the ingredients that I will need to create an antidote, but unfortunately, one of the plants necessary for the implementation is not currently available in the Serre School. I worked to ensure that the request was sent immediately, but necessarily have to wait at least three days. "
"What!? We will handle this for three days? Anything can happen in three days, "says Ron worried.
"We have the task of transfiguration tomorrow, and then there's the Quidditch match just between us, and leaving weekly. How can we manage to keep everything secret? "Hermione wonders.
"If you feel old enough to use magic to your beloved, and so liable to be worthy of making business that normally would not be appropriate for your age ... surely there will be difficult to handle this matter. Now go away: the lesson is finished. "
Snape away again from the classroom and the kids are again alone, in silence for a few moments.
"Come on, Draco, come on, we must prepare ourselves for the task" Blaise Draco grabs the arm to do so by Gryffindor and can finally pull away, but he casts off his hand and returns to encircle possessively Harry, with ever more force.
"Why should I study with you? Now there's Harry and I will always be with him: I want to recover all the lost time "rubs her lips on the boy's neck and then blows, perceiving at once brought him the shivers, and basking of her perfume. "True love, that from today we will study together forever?"
"I'm afraid, alone with you, I certainly would not use the time to study" growls exasperated Harry, the boy's face away from her neck, and loosed the grip .
"Anyway, you can not always stuck Starmie: others may start and I will not badmouth others messes. And then could give me problems with my girlfriend this your attachment. Never to allow him to abide in this way, or pester you so hard that it will be difficult, then, recognize you. "
Everyone is in total dismay at hearing such words: the old Draco, after a similar speech, it would beat for first: however, does not access any of this.
expression painted on the face of Draco does not let any emotion, so much so that not everyone is convinced has given weight to talk to Harry, until streams of light fall from her eyes, shaking and sobbing breaks the silence.
"Why continue to treat me bad? I thought you were worried about me because you care, you were just a bit 'so that at last we were together. If you do not care about me, then why have you deceived? "Asks the tears that swell in her eyes and wet her cheeks.
"I would have deceived you!? And when it happened!? "Bewildered question Harry. "It is more likely that you have imagined" things "that do not exist even in the wizarding world?"
"Come on Harry, now I do not exaggerate. Do not be too hard on him. "
Harry turns stunned, recognizing the voice that has just made such a preposterous claim.
"Ron? But really you? You're defending? "
" It's just that I do not think it is right to rage about who is emotionally unstable, like him now. Please note that at this moment is madly in love with you: we do not make a good impression to treat him so badly. Imagine if you could see all those love unrequited love that is gnawing away in the depths of their hearts. "
"Ron, apart from the fact that you're not here right now talking about your problems, I think you also have breathed the fumes of the potion wrong, and now you are beating their brains out.. "
gaze of all present, is laid up with severe Harry who feels trapped in a situation where we can find ever could have imagined.
"Okay, you win. I must be kind to him? All right. "
"And the company will do, hug and kiss and let you ..." Pansy immediately began to list.
"So after I'll throw directly into the maw of the giant octopus of the Lake 'claims for her Harry. "All right, the rest, but no kisses! Kiss my only girl, and nothing else. And if I were to kiss someone, certainly would not choose him. "
"Potter, you are starting to complain about? Maybe you do not touch in any way the attractiveness of Draco, but I can assure you that there is a lot of fucking people that every day I have to keep at bay because he did not jump on you. However the only choice you have now is support him. And you do not find it in a way that never disappointed by your behavior, or I'll see a very angry Slytherins' makes it clear Zabini. "Is it possible that you may not be able to stand it for three days?"
"Perhaps my private life is not one of your main interests, but I have a girlfriend which will certainly give a little discomfort having to share with the snakes among the more unbearable. "
"how to handle the situation I do not care: He's just careful not to get Draco never see unhappy or sad, and you can consider itself safe from my wrath."
Harry turns to Draco locked in the embrace of comfort offered by Pansy, unable to see his face resting on the shoulder of his friend, but distinctly heard his sobs and muffled cries. We plan to approach him, laying a hand on his shoulder to turn him and meet his red eyes, still full of tears.
"Listen: how about if we started by being friends first? Since the first time it went wrong, we could try. " Draco Harry
look carefully, reflected in his eyes that suggest the sincerity of intent for the proposal just made. It dissolves completely in the embrace Pansy, to move in front of Harry, staring into his eyes.
He approaches slowly, so that his mouth to find himself in direct contact with the ear of Harry, his voice warm as to cause shivering, but clear enough to be heard by others present. "Now they are great to want only friendship from you, Harry. Now I want to feel the taste of your lips, your hands on my body and your passion that fills me as we enjoy together. I hear you say that I like, that you need me, moaning my name, begging you to come. " The other boys present
retreat to the benches to be able to find support, "Merlin! I have to rush to the bathroom "says Blaise flushed and breathless. "Yes, I too," he echoed the other two boys, while girls remain motionless to observe the scene.
"I did not think that males might say things like that ..." Pansy notes, he never found in such a situation.
"The situation is deteriorating too quickly," says Hermione. "After such a declaration, Harry should have been investing like a bolt out of anyone in his path, but it's still there, still."
"You say that, deep down, he does not mind so much about? "asked Pansy.
"Hey, let's not exaggerate! Although the picture is super fun, we're always talking about the boyfriend of my sister, "Ron makes it clear.
"Do not begin to make strange ideas are just remembering my warning not to upset Draco" reiterates Blaise, to curb any possible absurd supposition.
Harry brings a hand to massage the face below the eye glasses, then rearranges them better on the nose and go back to look at Malfoy. Using a firm grabs Draco by the wrist and drags him without explanation and without protest from the other, toward a closet adjacent to the classroom that serves as Potions from a small closet, closing the door behind them.
"You really believe that ..." Pansy assumed allusive. Not being able to know or have the slightest idea about what's happening in the closet, the boys remained in the classroom using the waiting time, giving rise to any possibility of their imagination. When
feel the door creak, here emerge from that dark, narrow place a disconsolate Harry moves slowly in front of Blaise.
"Zabini, I could not refuse it without him cry: If you want to punish me, I will not oppose."
"See?" He exclaims in the direction of the other guys who still continued to confabulation on conjecture more absurd that, despite everything, were not entirely sure they could be said to be impossible.
"Okay, Potter, this time to walk. So you do not like this situation, but knows how to be refused if Draco really nagging and flashy, so try not to anger him too soon or the whole school will know of this, your passion. "
"You mean his passion," Harry replied testily. "My collaboration it should be much more to you than me ... I could give a damn, you know? Even if I accepted it, do not pull the rope too. "
"You can not do anything, Potter. After all, if you came to know, within twenty-four hours Draco is left with the severed head on display on the door Malfoy Manor as a warning next to that throw mud on thoroughbreds, and you with the murder of an innocent man on their conscience. If you are able to take it, then rejected as well. " Harry
Use with topics such as "suffering", "innocence", "loss" are like a dagger stuck right in the heart can always be fit by a sense of belonging that those reasons are giving because they lived on her skin and constantly remind each day of his life.
Without reply, nodded to his companions to encourage them to follow him outside the classroom, towards the Tower and their rooms to get in order before dinner.
Blaise heads toward the closet, secret keeper of the encounter between Harry and Draco, to recover the pieces of his destroyed friend, and bring it back together in their rooms. However, what presents itself before the eyes of the boy is something quite different from what he had expected to find, as described by Harry: Draco circling the room dimly lit by the light filtering from the floor. His smooth flowing and sinuous, subtle colors of his figure in contrast to the dark uniform and an expression on his face beaming. Blaise for a moment thinks he has before him a fairy of the woods.
"Draco ... madness is becoming chronic?
" Do you think it is appropriate to tie him to his room and do not exit will not be ready until the antidote? "suggests Pansy, which came to discover the reason for the static nature of Blaise in front of that door and watch as she at the scene.
"Oh, you can try, but my love is stronger than any magic chain or restrictive. You will always find a way to get to my Harry exclaims fluttering around his friends and going to light walk toward the exit of the classroom. Never before has a disgusting potion
has managed to come to the sick Blaise as soon as the words spoken by Draco, Pansy grabs by the wrist, and also Malfoy soon joined him, literally dragging them through the corridors to the groundwater.
"For now, back in our rooms, since I want to know about word for word what the hell happened there."
§ § CONTINUE
Here is the first chapter ^ _ ^
Title: Let's pretend ... Hopefully
Author: cicella
Pairing: Draco / Harry
Rating: +18
Disclaimer: The characters are inspired by the saga of "Harry Potter" by JK Rowling, who owns the rights.
Both the characters that the events recounted in these stories are fictional, and therefore does not really exist.
's Tale is distributed in a totally free and non-profit.
Warnings: And 'a must for an explanation of my set speech. I write the sentences in italics are those that think pg, as is usually written speech, those in italics are quotes in quotes, ie phrases spoken by others, that reminds pg.
Both the text and dialogue in italics are memories. The specific
before, so you can have a clear understanding history ^_^'.
WARNING: Slash As part of the class, I feel that the contents of this history are not suitable for sensitive audiences or otherwise contrary to the subject. If you are not informed about these kinds of stories click here!
Genre: Comedy (if I can), Romantic (depending on your point of view)
Summary: a terrible tragedy disrupts the lives of our beneamini, also involving their friends. New firms await Harry, and maybe try dark in every way to dispose of it. Remember Harry: Resist! Resist! Resist!
Author Notes: I do not know why I wrote something like, really should not even be the case, should not be so long and I should not find yourself writing a funny thing (at least for my beta, it has gone in laughter and comment throughout the various betatura XDD), but here it is as you see it.
I do not have specific goals for this fic, but I hope that is still enjoyable and keep going ^ _ ^.
participate in a course of recovery in order to fill gaps in their potions, is the most terrible punishment that could be Harry. Even the hours spent with Snape for him are endless suffering, that could also produce visible injuries, even if they lasted only five more minutes: therefore, this sudden rush, it certainly will reduce the dying.
to keep him, however, that morale in the company of hard day's Seamus Finnigan in the condition of their lack of skill on the subject, and Hermione Granger, among those called to help the less able. But the presence
that amazes me and enjoys most is that the course is that the Slytherins Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson, despite their well known location.
Harry would never have imagined that the Slytherins had material weaknesses in Potions, but, of course, spend time harassing other adverse impact on the study for them.
So this is proof that justice exists.
Luckily Harry Hermione can count on for the preparation of the potion given, and Zabini helps Parkinson's, and less capable in the whole course. Poor Seamus was attached to the Prince of Snakes: put together by the two boys as opposed to houses, sabotage is the most obvious thing you would expect, the loss of points and an absolute certainty.
It was not long before I heard a bang come from a steaming cauldron.
"Mr. Finnigan, even if you have as a fellow worker, Mr. Malfoy not prevent her from cauldrons to blow, it is clear that the art of Potions will not ever congenial. Why are we here to be weary, it is clear that he will never "exclaimed Professor Snape, in a mixture of anger and resignation.
Slytherin I do not lose the opportunity to enjoy further behind Gryffindor, apostrophe with the best praise derisive they are capable, and everyone gathers around the bench where Malfoy and Finnigan.
"It's not my fault," now seeks to defend the young Irishman. "This time I'm sure you follow the instructions to the letter. It must surely be the work of Malfoy: have tried to sabotage the potion to make me take my failure. "
"If no evidence can not prove it. And do not ever let on to vilify the other students, or his house will suffer the consequences. All right Mr. Malfoy? "
" Uhm ... I do not know. It hurts a little 'head. "
"Now do not start doing the same old victim, Malfoy" Harry mocks him. The Slytherin
raises his head and turns toward him, reserving enough to look.
"Your face is all dirty Malfoy ... your beautiful face is ruined ..." continues the dark boy.
They stare so hard to put both the Gryffindor uncomfortable, then Draco lowered his eyes for a moment and when I got up, Harry finds himself mirrored in two crystal clear pools shines its light, framed by a slight redness that makes it look even whiter than the snow-white complexion of Slytherin.
"Oh, really-you're concerned about me?".
"What?" Harry puzzled question: did not remember saying it in that tone, indeed, its only a finding would be mocking.
Draco, with a short run and a decisive, is found to encircle the neck embracing Harry in a hug, and hold the power.
"Oh, Harry, Harry. I can not believe it. I always hoped that you notice me and now my wish came true, "he admits, rubbing his cheek on the boy. All
remain tethered instantly to see that scene, including the Slytherins who stop and taunt the Gryffindor waiting to discover the intentions of their housemates. The tension that is created around the two boys leads to a disturbing silence that grows on the expectations of these developments. No one has the courage to say or do something are all just there, staring at Malfoy clinging to Harry's body and it fell into a catatonic state for several seconds, in which the Gryffindor examine all possible hypotheses that might have led Malfoy a similar gesture, so shocking that I can not an appropriate response.
"Merlin toglietemelo off ... help ..." Harry is finally able to say, which became now realize that that may not be a joke: it's excessive even for a Slytherin, and how can perceive, Malfoy is really like too.
"Calm down Mr. Potter" Snape tells him, trying not to escalate the situation absurd. "This will certainly have no jurisdiction prepared a love potion instead of the assigned ... now we find out which variant is in order to prepare an antidote: I'm going to take a sample and analyze it, while you're here and try to maintain a civilized behavior in my absence. "
These follow with their gaze toward the door of the Professor away and disappear behind it, then bring it right after the two boys involved. The classroom door opens again almost immediately, from which emerges the red head of Ron and his leg still petrified because of yet another spell failed miserably.
"Hey guys, how are you dug? I saw Snape away with a transfigured face to say the least, "but the presence of the boy is not a minor consideration. "What's going on?" Asks more of himself, as in the classroom begins to rise a slight buzz, given by the confabulation of pupils between them, which begin to hypothesize the causes and effects of such a situation.
"Strange, the color looks the same as that to be kissed by your loved one, But the consistency and smell are different.. "
"It will be one that is telling the truth about feelings? ... Malfoy, Potter want to fuck? ".
"I'm not your cocks, Finnigan."
"Um, not really. With that potion would be forced to tell you, even if after you have insulted the same, "notes Zabini. "What would then be between the versions of love potions? Let's see: you feel the irresistible urge to kiss Harry? You can tell me, I'm your best friend, "the questions the Slytherin.
"Merlin, yes, yes. Every second that wonderful look at his lips, "she whispers in your ear very close to Harry.
"Merlino no! Do not you dare! Do not you dare kiss! And take my arms from my neck, I'm beginning to sweat. "
Harry tries to pull it away, but those arms were extraordinarily surprising strength, given perhaps by the equally strong desire to keep close to him.
"I do not think even that of the kiss," Hermione spoke. "Otherwise he would have already done so. Perhaps it is simply to turn hatred into love. "
These carry their eyes on the girl, meditating on his words, then come back to fix the two guys who have since sat on one of the benches, in perfect cohesion to the strong hold of Draco's arms.
"Um, I would say that it is more likely, his hatred for him is directly proportionate to the love that manifests itself now. However, the professor will soon find the antidote, in the meantime we must try to do everything possible to limit the damage. "
After about thirty minutes, Professor Snape's back in the classroom, bringing with it the hope for good news that both groups of friends are waiting to hear.
"There is no doubt that it is potion of love-hate reversible. I have already taken steps to collect all the ingredients that I will need to create an antidote, but unfortunately, one of the plants necessary for the implementation is not currently available in the Serre School. I worked to ensure that the request was sent immediately, but necessarily have to wait at least three days. "
"What!? We will handle this for three days? Anything can happen in three days, "says Ron worried.
"We have the task of transfiguration tomorrow, and then there's the Quidditch match just between us, and leaving weekly. How can we manage to keep everything secret? "Hermione wonders.
"If you feel old enough to use magic to your beloved, and so liable to be worthy of making business that normally would not be appropriate for your age ... surely there will be difficult to handle this matter. Now go away: the lesson is finished. "
Snape away again from the classroom and the kids are again alone, in silence for a few moments.
"Come on, Draco, come on, we must prepare ourselves for the task" Blaise Draco grabs the arm to do so by Gryffindor and can finally pull away, but he casts off his hand and returns to encircle possessively Harry, with ever more force.
"Why should I study with you? Now there's Harry and I will always be with him: I want to recover all the lost time "rubs her lips on the boy's neck and then blows, perceiving at once brought him the shivers, and basking of her perfume. "True love, that from today we will study together forever?"
"I'm afraid, alone with you, I certainly would not use the time to study" growls exasperated Harry, the boy's face away from her neck, and loosed the grip .
"Anyway, you can not always stuck Starmie: others may start and I will not badmouth others messes. And then could give me problems with my girlfriend this your attachment. Never to allow him to abide in this way, or pester you so hard that it will be difficult, then, recognize you. "
Everyone is in total dismay at hearing such words: the old Draco, after a similar speech, it would beat for first: however, does not access any of this.
expression painted on the face of Draco does not let any emotion, so much so that not everyone is convinced has given weight to talk to Harry, until streams of light fall from her eyes, shaking and sobbing breaks the silence.
"Why continue to treat me bad? I thought you were worried about me because you care, you were just a bit 'so that at last we were together. If you do not care about me, then why have you deceived? "Asks the tears that swell in her eyes and wet her cheeks.
"I would have deceived you!? And when it happened!? "Bewildered question Harry. "It is more likely that you have imagined" things "that do not exist even in the wizarding world?"
"Come on Harry, now I do not exaggerate. Do not be too hard on him. "
Harry turns stunned, recognizing the voice that has just made such a preposterous claim.
"Ron? But really you? You're defending? "
" It's just that I do not think it is right to rage about who is emotionally unstable, like him now. Please note that at this moment is madly in love with you: we do not make a good impression to treat him so badly. Imagine if you could see all those love unrequited love that is gnawing away in the depths of their hearts. "
"Ron, apart from the fact that you're not here right now talking about your problems, I think you also have breathed the fumes of the potion wrong, and now you are beating their brains out.. "
gaze of all present, is laid up with severe Harry who feels trapped in a situation where we can find ever could have imagined.
"Okay, you win. I must be kind to him? All right. "
"And the company will do, hug and kiss and let you ..." Pansy immediately began to list.
"So after I'll throw directly into the maw of the giant octopus of the Lake 'claims for her Harry. "All right, the rest, but no kisses! Kiss my only girl, and nothing else. And if I were to kiss someone, certainly would not choose him. "
"Potter, you are starting to complain about? Maybe you do not touch in any way the attractiveness of Draco, but I can assure you that there is a lot of fucking people that every day I have to keep at bay because he did not jump on you. However the only choice you have now is support him. And you do not find it in a way that never disappointed by your behavior, or I'll see a very angry Slytherins' makes it clear Zabini. "Is it possible that you may not be able to stand it for three days?"
"Perhaps my private life is not one of your main interests, but I have a girlfriend which will certainly give a little discomfort having to share with the snakes among the more unbearable. "
"how to handle the situation I do not care: He's just careful not to get Draco never see unhappy or sad, and you can consider itself safe from my wrath."
Harry turns to Draco locked in the embrace of comfort offered by Pansy, unable to see his face resting on the shoulder of his friend, but distinctly heard his sobs and muffled cries. We plan to approach him, laying a hand on his shoulder to turn him and meet his red eyes, still full of tears.
"Listen: how about if we started by being friends first? Since the first time it went wrong, we could try. " Draco Harry
look carefully, reflected in his eyes that suggest the sincerity of intent for the proposal just made. It dissolves completely in the embrace Pansy, to move in front of Harry, staring into his eyes.
He approaches slowly, so that his mouth to find himself in direct contact with the ear of Harry, his voice warm as to cause shivering, but clear enough to be heard by others present. "Now they are great to want only friendship from you, Harry. Now I want to feel the taste of your lips, your hands on my body and your passion that fills me as we enjoy together. I hear you say that I like, that you need me, moaning my name, begging you to come. " The other boys present
retreat to the benches to be able to find support, "Merlin! I have to rush to the bathroom "says Blaise flushed and breathless. "Yes, I too," he echoed the other two boys, while girls remain motionless to observe the scene.
"I did not think that males might say things like that ..." Pansy notes, he never found in such a situation.
"The situation is deteriorating too quickly," says Hermione. "After such a declaration, Harry should have been investing like a bolt out of anyone in his path, but it's still there, still."
"You say that, deep down, he does not mind so much about? "asked Pansy.
"Hey, let's not exaggerate! Although the picture is super fun, we're always talking about the boyfriend of my sister, "Ron makes it clear.
"Do not begin to make strange ideas are just remembering my warning not to upset Draco" reiterates Blaise, to curb any possible absurd supposition.
Harry brings a hand to massage the face below the eye glasses, then rearranges them better on the nose and go back to look at Malfoy. Using a firm grabs Draco by the wrist and drags him without explanation and without protest from the other, toward a closet adjacent to the classroom that serves as Potions from a small closet, closing the door behind them.
"You really believe that ..." Pansy assumed allusive. Not being able to know or have the slightest idea about what's happening in the closet, the boys remained in the classroom using the waiting time, giving rise to any possibility of their imagination. When
feel the door creak, here emerge from that dark, narrow place a disconsolate Harry moves slowly in front of Blaise.
"Zabini, I could not refuse it without him cry: If you want to punish me, I will not oppose."
"See?" He exclaims in the direction of the other guys who still continued to confabulation on conjecture more absurd that, despite everything, were not entirely sure they could be said to be impossible.
"Okay, Potter, this time to walk. So you do not like this situation, but knows how to be refused if Draco really nagging and flashy, so try not to anger him too soon or the whole school will know of this, your passion. "
"You mean his passion," Harry replied testily. "My collaboration it should be much more to you than me ... I could give a damn, you know? Even if I accepted it, do not pull the rope too. "
"You can not do anything, Potter. After all, if you came to know, within twenty-four hours Draco is left with the severed head on display on the door Malfoy Manor as a warning next to that throw mud on thoroughbreds, and you with the murder of an innocent man on their conscience. If you are able to take it, then rejected as well. " Harry
Use with topics such as "suffering", "innocence", "loss" are like a dagger stuck right in the heart can always be fit by a sense of belonging that those reasons are giving because they lived on her skin and constantly remind each day of his life.
Without reply, nodded to his companions to encourage them to follow him outside the classroom, towards the Tower and their rooms to get in order before dinner.
Blaise heads toward the closet, secret keeper of the encounter between Harry and Draco, to recover the pieces of his destroyed friend, and bring it back together in their rooms. However, what presents itself before the eyes of the boy is something quite different from what he had expected to find, as described by Harry: Draco circling the room dimly lit by the light filtering from the floor. His smooth flowing and sinuous, subtle colors of his figure in contrast to the dark uniform and an expression on his face beaming. Blaise for a moment thinks he has before him a fairy of the woods.
"Draco ... madness is becoming chronic?
" Do you think it is appropriate to tie him to his room and do not exit will not be ready until the antidote? "suggests Pansy, which came to discover the reason for the static nature of Blaise in front of that door and watch as she at the scene.
"Oh, you can try, but my love is stronger than any magic chain or restrictive. You will always find a way to get to my Harry exclaims fluttering around his friends and going to light walk toward the exit of the classroom. Never before has a disgusting potion
has managed to come to the sick Blaise as soon as the words spoken by Draco, Pansy grabs by the wrist, and also Malfoy soon joined him, literally dragging them through the corridors to the groundwater.
"For now, back in our rooms, since I want to know about word for word what the hell happened there."
§ § CONTINUE
Here is the first chapter ^ _ ^
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