Lady Moon: What am I thinking? Another project? Am I suicidal or something?
#sighs # Oh well... The idea's here, I might as well give in... This is a
little something born from an online chat with Rosa Crouch (=SHAMELESS
PLUG=), who is writing something similar (Harry Potter Shrek-ed. Oh no, the
shameless pugs do not stop here). She also agreed to be my beta-reader!
^__^ Never had one before.
Oh well, I will now stop rambling, before I start talking about something REALLY confusing, like pillows. You know, I actually had a conversation about pillows once. WE couldn't think of anything to say, so-
Audience (what there is of it): GET ON WITH IT!
Grease: Harry Potter Style!
Prologue
Vernon Dursley eyed his (not by choice) nephew over the top of his newspaper. He had grudgingly taken Harry down to the beach with the rest of his family, since Mrs Figg was staying with friends in France. However, something truly terrible had happened.
Harry Potter was happy.
By rule of thumb, the summer holidays were something that the teenager (thankfully almost old enough to live elsewhere) almost had to be dragged through, but this time, he seemed to be sad to know that they were ending.
As Harry downed a piece of toast, Vernon couldn't help but wonder what had happened. A simple day at the beach, that was all it had been. The boy had become restless and wandered off, looking for something big enough to kick. However, when he had returned to their hotel almost eight hours afterwards, he had been practically beaming.
A slamming door announced the raven-haired teenager's hurried departure. Where was he going?
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Draco Malfoy looked at his watch. Where was he? It was their last day together, so why wasn't he there yet?
His question was soon answered, as a pair of arms found their way around him. A voice behind said, "Hi Draco."
He looked around, practically beaming, "Harry!"
Harry grinned, before kissing the blonde. It was a drawn out kiss, almost as if he intended to remain like that with the Australian forever. However, the need to breathe is a particularly strong one, and he finally broke away.
Draco felt his lips; "You always know how to greet someone, don't you?"
"Yep." For a moment they just looked at each other, before Draco turned away and started to run away.
"I bet you can't catch me!"
The British teenager grinned. He knew that he'd always be able to catch up with Draco, simply because the teenager would always want him to catch him. Still, he jogged after him, exulting in the feeling of the spray on him.
Later, they sat together on the rocks overlooking the sea. Draco sighed, "Harry, tomorrow I'm going back to Australia. I'll never see you again."
Harry frowned, recognising this train of thought as his own, "Don't talk that way."
The blonde looked close to tears, "But it's true! I just had the best summer of my life and now I have to go away."
Harry sighed, before kissing him. However, soon Draco pulled away, "Don't Harry, you're making it worse!"
"I'm not making it worse, I'm only making it better."
Now the blonde was crying, "Harry, is this the end?"
For a moment, the teenager looked lost for words. Then he answered the only way he could.
With a kiss.
A song began to drift towards them from a nearby café; "Love is a very splendid thing..."
LM: Sappy, sappy, sappy. Let's see, shall we do introducing characters AND Summer Nights next chapter, or just introducing characters? Bear in mind that Summer Nights will mean that it'll be longer.
Oh well. Review?
Lady Moon
Oh well, I will now stop rambling, before I start talking about something REALLY confusing, like pillows. You know, I actually had a conversation about pillows once. WE couldn't think of anything to say, so-
Audience (what there is of it): GET ON WITH IT!
Grease: Harry Potter Style!
Prologue
Vernon Dursley eyed his (not by choice) nephew over the top of his newspaper. He had grudgingly taken Harry down to the beach with the rest of his family, since Mrs Figg was staying with friends in France. However, something truly terrible had happened.
Harry Potter was happy.
By rule of thumb, the summer holidays were something that the teenager (thankfully almost old enough to live elsewhere) almost had to be dragged through, but this time, he seemed to be sad to know that they were ending.
As Harry downed a piece of toast, Vernon couldn't help but wonder what had happened. A simple day at the beach, that was all it had been. The boy had become restless and wandered off, looking for something big enough to kick. However, when he had returned to their hotel almost eight hours afterwards, he had been practically beaming.
A slamming door announced the raven-haired teenager's hurried departure. Where was he going?
*******************************************************************
Draco Malfoy looked at his watch. Where was he? It was their last day together, so why wasn't he there yet?
His question was soon answered, as a pair of arms found their way around him. A voice behind said, "Hi Draco."
He looked around, practically beaming, "Harry!"
Harry grinned, before kissing the blonde. It was a drawn out kiss, almost as if he intended to remain like that with the Australian forever. However, the need to breathe is a particularly strong one, and he finally broke away.
Draco felt his lips; "You always know how to greet someone, don't you?"
"Yep." For a moment they just looked at each other, before Draco turned away and started to run away.
"I bet you can't catch me!"
The British teenager grinned. He knew that he'd always be able to catch up with Draco, simply because the teenager would always want him to catch him. Still, he jogged after him, exulting in the feeling of the spray on him.
Later, they sat together on the rocks overlooking the sea. Draco sighed, "Harry, tomorrow I'm going back to Australia. I'll never see you again."
Harry frowned, recognising this train of thought as his own, "Don't talk that way."
The blonde looked close to tears, "But it's true! I just had the best summer of my life and now I have to go away."
Harry sighed, before kissing him. However, soon Draco pulled away, "Don't Harry, you're making it worse!"
"I'm not making it worse, I'm only making it better."
Now the blonde was crying, "Harry, is this the end?"
For a moment, the teenager looked lost for words. Then he answered the only way he could.
With a kiss.
A song began to drift towards them from a nearby café; "Love is a very splendid thing..."
LM: Sappy, sappy, sappy. Let's see, shall we do introducing characters AND Summer Nights next chapter, or just introducing characters? Bear in mind that Summer Nights will mean that it'll be longer.
Oh well. Review?
Lady Moon