Drabble With Myself

Part One: "What will Father say?" Draco/Seamus

"Give her up or give me up," said Draco, giving Blaise a particularly nasty look.

Blaise frowned. "You can't possibly want me to make that kind of decision."

"Oh yes, I can."

Both stared at each other steadily.

Blaise sighed finally. "I love Pansy, Draco." He paused. "I'm sorry..."

Draco blinked. "So what was I? Some stupid fling?"

"I said I'm sorry."

Draco drew back, desperately trying to save what was left of his wounded pride. "I see how things are... Fine, go to her. Go to her and be happy."

He quickly turned on his heels and swept out of the common room. He walked toward the courtyard, hoping he could forgive the other boy...for Pansy's sake.

A pair of second years watched him as he kicked a nearby hedge in frustration.

He stomped on it fitfully, then froze. Compose yourself, Draco.

He straightened up and gave his audience an impressive glare.

I'll just give up guys all together. Father says it's about time I found a proper girl...one I can marry. A trophy wife. It's as simple as that.

He smoothed his hair and surveyed the courtyard, assuming his betrothed certainly must be in the general vicinity.

He smiled as a cute Ravenclaw girl glanced over at him. He started toward her smoothly.

"Catch you later, Dean. I'm going to stay out here and study for a bit."

Draco froze as a sandy haired boy passed in front of him waving to his housemate at the other end of the lawn.

It was Seamus Finnigan.

The Gryffindor glanced at Draco momentarily, brushed past, and planted himself under a tree.

Draco froze, his breath hitching in his throat.

Girls. Pussy. Sweet hot pussy.

It was too late. He quickly switched directions and made his way toward the other boy.

Seamus looked up at him. "What do you want, Malfoy?" he asked.

"Erm..." Draco said stupidly.

"Really? That's fascinating." Seamus continued reading.

Draco recovered hastily and sat down beside the Gryffindor. "What are you reading?" he asked.

Seamus frowned. "Bugger off, Malfoy."

Draco ignored the comment and glanced at the page. "Oh, history...how terribly boring."

"I'll say," muttered Seamus. He flushed, catching himself actually conversing with the enemy.

Draco grinned. "Lovely day out, isn't it?"

"I'd prefer to enjoy it alone."

"Is that so?"

The other boy looked away.

Draco studied him a moment.

Seamus ran a hand through his hair, shaking.

Draco breathed.

The Gryffindor was actually flustered!

"It'd seem a shame to waste anything so beautiful by being alone," Draco muttered, glancing sidelong at the other boy.

Seamus blushed. "Um--well--I--What do you want, Malfoy?" He threw his book on the ground.

Draco contemplated answering but found that all the answers were either clichéd or just plain stupid, so he kissed Seamus instead.

The other boy gasped in surprise as their lips met.

Draco's hand ran down the slender, trembling body.

Seamus moaned, finally breaking down. His back arched, their rib cages clashing together.

"Touch me," Draco hissed, nibbling his way down the other boy's torso.

"Draco, I can't."

He sat up. "What is it? I thought you liked...this." He gestured around aimlessly.

Seamus smiled. "I love this." He copied Draco's gesture. "And I would love for it to continue, but as of now, we are in the middle of the courtyard and have a rather large audience of Ravenclaws watching us."

Draco paled. "Oh dear. The whole school will know."

Seamus grinned.

Draco buried his face in the other boy's chest. "What will Father say?"

Part Two: "Only they know..." Ron/Hermione

"What will Father say? Hermione sighed, looking at all the candy she had eaten.

She hastily shoved it under the couch as Harry stumbled in.

"Hermione, you've got to do something. Your boyfriend has gone mad!"

"What is it now?" she mumbled, standing up.

"See for yourself."

She started for the stairs. "Alright, but if this is another silly joke of yours..."

"I'm dead serious." Harry paled at the irony of his own terrible terrible pun. (Sorry all...dead serious...dead Sirius...it just happened.)

He paused as she strode up the stairs. "Hey, is that my Halloween ca--"

"Come along, Harry!"

***

"I have discovered the cure for cancer AND the common cold!" Ron exclaimed, prancing around the room.

Hermione eyed him warily. "That's great, Ron...um...What is it?"

"TEA WITH LEMON," he announced proudly.

She tried desperately not to laugh. "Really?"

"Yes," he replied sternly. "You're mocking me."

"No," she giggled. "I'm not. I'm truly impressed."

"Everything alright in here?" asked Harry, popping his head in.

"Yes," Ron hissed.

He bent toward Hermione. "I don't trust that one. He's after the secret to my genius."

She smiled. "Oh...I see."

She looked at Harry. "Get Dumbledore," she mouthed. She turned back to Ron.

"Tea with lemon...I never would have thought of that."

"Of course not!" Ron cried. "The squirrels told me! Only they know..."

Part Three: "You're quite certain you could get used to it though?" Ginny/Luna

"Only they know," muttered Luna.

Ginny watched absently as the other girl pointed at some picture in the Quibbler.

"Oh," she mumbled. I don't know why I let this girl take me out.

She stirred her drink and stared at the table.

"Oh, and just look at this..."

Ginny frowned as Luna went off on another conspiracy tangent.

She slammed her face on the table suddenly. "Just shut up, Luna!"

"Are you alright, Ginny?'

Ginny glowered. "No, I just slammed my face into a table!"

"Looked like it hurt," Luna pointed out.

"It does hurt!" Ginny snapped.

Silence.

"Listen, Luna. If I had wanted ceaseless chatter, I could have gone out with friends."

Luna stared at her innocently. "I thought we were friends."

Oh Merlin.

Ginny scolded herself for jumping to conclusions.

"I'm so stupid!" She slammed her face into the table again.

"Perhaps you should stop that," Luna said softly. "Since it tends to hurt..."

Ginny pulled away from the other girl's sympathetic grasp.

"What is bothering you, Ginny?"

"It's nothing," she muttered.

"I think you're lying horribly." The words came out blankly, devoid of any emotions as to whether that was a bad thing or not.

"I'm an idiot. That's all."

"All?"

"I thought..." Ginny started. She looked up as their hands met. "I thought that by asking me to go to Hogsmeade with you...you..."

"I wanted to spend time with you...You're my only friend, Ginny."

Ginny bit her lip. Why can't I just shut up now?

"I thought it might be an opportunity for us to become more than friends..."

Luna looked lost.

"Like a date," Ginny said.

Luna smiled. "That's sweet, Ginny."

Ginny sat there, unsure if that was the kind of response she wanted. "Yes, well... thank you?" she managed to squeak finally. Her cheeks flushed bright red with embarrassment.

"I'm not sure if I'm into girls," Luna said, mainly to herself. "I'm almost certain I could be. Can I get back to you on that?"

Ginny blinked as the other girl began pondering.

She cracked.

"This is my love life, Luna! Quit being such a...such a...dorf!"

"A dorf?"

Ginny lunged across the table and kissed the Ravenclaw.

Luna reciprocated readily, surprising Ginny all the more.

Luna finally pulled back, touching her lips. "I think I could definitely like this." She paused. A tiny grin flickered on her face. "Yes, I'm quite certain."

She smiled at the now slightly maddened Gryffindor.

"You're such a freak!" Ginny shrieked.

Luna shrugged. "That doesn't seem to deter your attraction to me."

"Gah! Stop it for once, and be normal!"

Luna stood. "This evening has been simply lovely. I hope to do it again sometime."

Ginny paled. "You can't just go like that!"

"I can, and I am," Luna chimed. "Goodbye."

Ginny grabbed her cloak and dashed out the door. "Luna, wait!"

The blonde head bobbed in the dim light ahead of her.

"Luna, I--" She froze, giving up the chase.

She called out into the night plaintively. "You're quite certain you could get used to it though?"