I called my mom. She was having a Christmas party and couldn't talk to me. How sad is it when your mom is partying and your exciting plans are to have a bath?
Hi. This is a bit on the random side, I know - but bear with me. I read here every now and then and think you're a really good writer. So... I have a paragraph I started writing and couldn't be bothered finishing. It's H/D and I was wondering if you wanted it. No pressure. If you do- then here it is...
It all came about so quickly and obviously that Harry found himself wondering why the others hadn’t noticed.
“Hullo Harry, you’re looking particularly homosexual today,” he’d hear from Hermione as they sat down to breakfast. She always was the observant one.
“Why thank you Hermione,” he’d reply, helping himself to some porridge, “I am feeling quite gay this morning. Good of you to notice.”
“I have to agree with Hermione mate, there’s a definite air of queerness about you. You almost look as if you fancy Malfoy!” Ron would continue, pleasantly.
“Funny you mentioning that, Ron, I do find him oddly attractive. I’m an open book this morning, aren’t I?”
Needless to say, this conversation did not take place. Hermione, in fact, hardly looked up from her Arithmency textbook as Harry and Ron, who was still sleepy-eyed and barely dressed, sat down at the Gryffindor table. There was absolutely nothing unusual about the morning Harry Potter started fantasising about boys.
Well, there it is. Like I said, no pressure - if you want it then go for it, if not, then it's free for the taking for someone else. I hope you can make it into a better story than I would have.
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Date: 2003-12-05 07:30 pm (UTC)You were asking for plot-bunnies a while back...
Date: 2003-12-06 04:37 am (UTC)It all came about so quickly and obviously that Harry found himself wondering why the others hadn’t noticed.
“Hullo Harry, you’re looking particularly homosexual today,” he’d hear from Hermione as they sat down to breakfast. She always was the observant one.
“Why thank you Hermione,” he’d reply, helping himself to some porridge, “I am feeling quite gay this morning. Good of you to notice.”
“I have to agree with Hermione mate, there’s a definite air of queerness about you. You almost look as if you fancy Malfoy!” Ron would continue, pleasantly.
“Funny you mentioning that, Ron, I do find him oddly attractive. I’m an open book this morning, aren’t I?”
Needless to say, this conversation did not take place. Hermione, in fact, hardly looked up from her Arithmency textbook as Harry and Ron, who was still sleepy-eyed and barely dressed, sat down at the Gryffindor table. There was absolutely nothing unusual about the morning Harry Potter started fantasising about boys.
Well, there it is. Like I said, no pressure - if you want it then go for it, if not, then it's free for the taking for someone else. I hope you can make it into a better story than I would have.