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So. The log. Much with the wibbling and the "WTF?" offscreen. Stupid boys never do what we plan for them to do.
Session Start (Yahoo! - secretseekerHP:malfoyseeker): Sun Aug 25 01:00:53 2002
Harry: **walks into the library, carrying scrolls and pens**
Draco: :: walking along one shelf, squinting at the titles, looking for something::
Harry: **drops the scrolls and quills on a table walking towards a shelf, frowns in irratation as he sees you**
Draco: :: narrows his eyes slightly, says by way of greeting:: Potter.
Harry: Malfoy. **nods his head at the shelf** You done here? I need a book.
Draco: No, I'm not, as a matter of fact. Can't find what I'm looking for.
Harry: Would you mind moving, then, so I can gte what I need?
Draco: Fine. ::steps aside a bit, glances down at his parchment, muttering:: Goblin Rebellions of the Middle Ages. It's round here somewhere, has to be.
Harry: **looks down, grins, grabs a book** Not anymore, I'm afraid. **walks over to the table**
Draco: Hey! :: follows you::: I need that.
Harry: **sits down** So do I. I'm afraid you'll just have to wait your turn, Malfoy.
Draco: Malfoys don't wait,Potter, or at least I don't, and I've got to use that. Now.
Harry: So get used to it, because I have the book now, and I'm going to use it, and when I'm done, then you can use it.
Draco: :: pulls out a chair next to you and perches in it:: Fine, I'll bloody use it at the same time you do.
Harry: **looks at you irritatedly for a moment, then moves the books so it's halfway between you two** Fine. Just give me some space here. No need to come sit in my lap.
Draco: I wasn't planning to. In fact, if that ever happens, I'll have be very, very drunk.
Harry: **rolling out his scroll and taking a quill** Uh-huh. I don't remember you being drunk at the star-of-term ball.
Draco: :: disgustedly pulls an ink bottle out of his bag:: You had a bloody mask on.
Harry: **smirks** Excuses, excuses. **starts writing the title**
Draco: Well, I wouldn't have bloody done it if I'd been able to see your face, would I have? Besides, you didn't exactly protest much.
Harry: **shrugs** I never denied you're pretty.
Draco: :: gives you a strange look:: Uh... was that a compliment?
Harry: Don't worry, Mafloy, I'd never compliment you. I was just stating a fact, and one of which you seem to be perfectly aware yourself.
Draco: :: stares at the parchment and scribbles a little::: Sounded like a compliment to me, really.
Harry: **shrugs** Whatever you say, Malfoy. **continues to write, glancing at the book on occasion**
Draco: :: defensively:: I wouldn't have kissed you if I'd known it was you. I hate you.
Harry: **looks at you sideways** So? I never said I liked you.
Draco: No, but you bloody well came close to saying flat out that you liked it when we kissed.
Harry: So? What's the problem? I need to like you to shag you? You never struck me as the true-love-waits type, Malfoy.
Draco: :: shortly:: You're not my true love. And if you are, I'll hang myself.
Harry: Promises, promises. **turns his attention back to the essay**
Draco: :: writes a bit in silence, then throws down his quill:: Are you saying you want to shag me?
Harry: **Not taking his eyes off the scroll** Why, are you offering?
Draco: Like I'd really offer myself to you.
Harry: Why not? You've offered yourself to everyone else.
Draco: :: stung:: What the hell would you know?
Harry: **still writing, not looking at you** I hear rumours.
Draco: I'm sure you have. And I'm equally sure that the flobberworm-brained Gryffindors you've heard them from made up every word.
Harry: So you're saying you haven't been getting more action than the school brooms?
Draco: :: snarls:: More action than you, at least.
Harry: Really? And how would you know?
Draco: :: grins:: I hear rumours.
Harry: Not enough of them, obviously. Then again, some of us know how to keep our sex life private.
Draco: And some of us don't want to.
Harry: You're awefully eager to get a reputation, aren't you? Making up for something?
Draco: O
Draco: ((gr))
Draco: I've already got a reputation, might as well keep it up.
Harry: **snickers, turns his attention back to the essay**
Draco: :: indignantly:: And what precisely are you laughing at, Potter?
Harry: Oh, nothing.
Draco: Oh, just shut up.
Harry: Gladly.
Draco: :: flips a couple of pages in the book:: Hope you were done.
Harry: **frowns in irritation** Actually, I wasn't. **flips back**
Draco: Ha, knew you were slow. :: flips the pages again::
Harry: **rolls his eyes, flipping back** If you'd stop distracting me, I wouldn't be.
Draco: You could give me the book and do yours later, you know.
Harry: **snorts** Not bloody likely. I got the book first, remember? You're only getting to use it because I didn't feel like putting up with your whining.
Draco: :: grins:: And now you've got to put up with it anyway.
Harry: **looks at you** Not if I make you shut up.
Draco: :: laughs:: Right, as I'm certain you could shut me up. Really.
Harry: **grins** Oh, I can think of several ways.
Draco: :: quirks an eyebrow:: Is that so.
Harry: **smirks** That's right. And if you don't shut up right now, I'm going to start demonstrating them.
Draco: I do know basic healing charms, you know.
Harry: Oh, I wasn't planning to damage you. That would be a shame.
Draco: ::chuckles:: At least the two of us agree on something.
Harry: The end of the world must be imminent. Now shut up so I can finish this damned essay.
Draco: Ooh, imminent. I wasn't aware you knew any words longer than "Quidditch."
Harry: Shut up, Malfoy.
Draco: What, that's the best you can do?
Harry: **throws down his quill** Okay, you asked for it. **grabs the back of your head, pulling you in for a harsh; almost bruising kiss**
Draco: Mmmph! :: eyes fly open, extremely surprised, but doesn't resist::
Harry: **puls back, smirking a little, then picks up the quill and turns his attention back to his essay**
Draco: :: opens his mouth to say something, and closes it again::
Harry: **ignores you, continues working on his essay**
Draco: :: recovers, hisses:: What the fuck was that?
Harry: It's called a kiss, Malfoy. You of all people should know.
Draco: Yes, but it was you1
Harry: And your point is?
Draco: It was. I don't know, it was you. It was.... just you.
Harry: **turns to look at you, irritated** You know, the whole idea behind it was to get you to shut. the fuck. up.
Draco: That wasn't really a brilliant means of going about it, you know.
Harry: I don't know, I rather liked it. It shut you up for a whole five seconds, so it worked better than most other things I've tried.
Draco: :: raises an eyebrow:: Do it again.
Harry: Will you shut up for five more seconds?
Draco: Oh, all I get is five seconds?
Harry: **smirks** From what I hear, all you need is five seconds.
Draco: :: smoothly:: You've heard wrong.
Harry: Really? Maybe you should prove it, then.
Draco: What, you're offering?
Harry: Maybe. Would it be worth my while?
Draco: Depends what you think is worth it, I suppose. :: smirks:: I'm worth it.
Harry: Really? All right, then. Name your time and place.
Draco: Taking advantage of a man on the rebound, Potter? I'm shocked.
Harry: Oh, yes, you look heartbroken.
Draco: :: shrugs:: Am. Just not much with the showing emotions thing yet.
Harry: **shrugs** Whatever you say, Malfoy.
Draco: If... you want to, then?
Harry: Said so, didn't I?
Draco: Can you blame me for finding it a bit difficult to grasp, Potter?
Harry: I really don't see the problem, Malfoy. Yes, I fancy you. The fact that I don't like you at all has little to nothing to do with that.
Draco: :: bites his lip:: We'll need a few rules.
Harry: Rules?
Draco: Well, I don't bloody want anyone knowing about this, do I.
Harry: Like I said, some of us know how to keep our sex lives private. I won't tell if you don't.
Draco: :: snorts:: Things like this have a way of getting out, you know.
Harry: Only if we're careless. Which I'm not planning to be.
Draco: Neither am I. But... just for a bit of fun, don't go falling in love with me or anything heroically stupid like that, will you?
Harry: Trust me, I won't. Anything else?
Draco: I don't know, do you think there's anything else?
Harry: Not really.
Draco: :: frustrated:: This shouldn't be this easy.
Harry: **amused** Why not?
Draco: I shouldn't be able to just have you this easily.
Harry: Would it make you feel better if I put up a fight? **dramatically** I'll never give myself to you!
Draco: Oh, yes you will.
Harry: **grins** So name your time and place, then.
Draco: Oh, bloody hell. I don't care, really.
Harry: Tomorrow, then?
Draco: Tomorrow'll be fine. Where?
Harry: Astronomy Tower. Three o'clock.
Draco: :: nods:: Why Potter, I get the feeling you've done this before.
Harry: Oh, I'm sorry, were you hoping to be my first? So sorry to disappoint you/
Draco: Oh, not a bit disappointed. Just wondering.
Harry: Well, keep wondering.
Draco: :: glances down:: You still planning to finish this essay?
Harry: Actually, yes. why?
Harry: Actually, yes. why?
Draco: Nothing. I just can't concentrate.
Harry: Should I take that as a compliment?
Draco: Take it as what you like, but it's at least partially your fault, I'd say.
Harry: **smirks** Thanks. **turns his attention back to the essay**
Draco: :: wrinkles his nose:: You seem to very enthusiastic.
Harry: Oh, I am. Just not much with the showing emotions thing yet. And I'd rather not get detention from Biggs for not finishing this essay.
Draco: Pity, that, detention can be fun if you aren't alone.
Harry: Talking from experience, Malfoy?
Draco: Of bloody course, why, you never made out with your pet Weasel during detention?
Harry: **snarls** Don't.
Draco: Don't what?
Harry: Don't talk about Ron.
Harry: He's worth ten of you.
Draco: :: bitterly:: I see. You hate me, and yet you'll fuck me. I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be all about honour.
Harry: It's sex, Malfoy. honour doesn't factor into it.
Draco: Yeah, well, people use me. And it doesn't bloody feel good, you know.
Harry: **mutters** Cry me a river. **aloud** You can still back out, you know. You're the one who se up the "no falling in love" rule.
Draco: What, like you'd be tempted to?
Harry: Not bloody likely. But I'm not the one all concerned about being used.
Draco: I don't want to back out. I... I want this, but it's not like I'll feel good about it.
Harry: Yes, well, don't expect me to feel bad for you, Malfoy.
Draco: :: snorts:: Compassionate sort, aren't you?
Harry: I am with people I care about.
Draco: :: stares at the table silently::
Harry: **turns to his essay again**
Draco: You know what? I can't do this.
Harry: Backing out?
Draco: I can't do this again. I can't hurt myself like this again. And with you, of all people.
Harry: **looks at you, not saying anything**
Draco: I was... telling Justin this, and I can't do it anymore. I can't let myself be used like this anymore.
Harry: So don't. Look, I'm not going to lie, here. I don't love you. I don't even really like you. I do want you, but not if you're not willing.
Draco: I know you don't love me. Nobody loves me, it's like they're incapable.
Harry: Maybe you're just looking in the wrong places?
Draco: I thought Justin... I shouldn't be telling you this, really. But, he and I, we're so alike. I thought for sure it would have worked, but no, he left me. Just like everyone leaves me.
Harry: Well, they do say it's opposites that attract ...
Draco: :: laughs shortly:: I'm surprised you'd say that. You're like my negative, you know. Like the good side that I apparently don't have.
Harry: I'm not all good, you know.
Draco: Oh, sure you aren't.
Harry: Nobody's all good, Malfoy. Or all bad. not even you.
Draco: :: shakes head:: Well, not even you want me.
Harry: I thought I made it pretty clear that I do want you.
Draco: Yes, but. Just for my body, that's all anyone ever wants. That's all Justin wanted.
Harry: **shrugs** I'm not gonna lie to you, Malfoy.
Draco: :: moves his mouth for a minute before anything actually comes out:: Could you at least try?
Harry: You want me to lie to you?
Draco: I didn't mean for you to lie. I meant for you to try to like me, you idiot.
Harry: That would be a lot easier if you'd stop being such a prat, you know.
Draco: :: grins:: It's a defense mechanism.
Harry: Well, it's pretty damn effective.
Draco: Of course it is.
Harry: People would like you better if you'd shut it off, though.
Draco: It's kind of automatic.
Harry: Well, could you at least try?
Draco: :: sighs:: I suppose.
Harry: Good.
Draco: You'll try, then? To like me?
Harry: I'll try. no promises, though.
Draco: Thanks. ... I think.
Harry: So ... tomorrow?
Draco: :: pauses:: don't you... think we should get to know each other a little?
Harry: **looks at you** And how do you propose we do that? go out for drinks? A date?
Draco: :: stiffens:: I'm really trying here, you know.
Harry: **sighs** I ... Sorry. This is a weird for me as it is for you, you know.
Draco: I know. I do.
Harry: So ... now what?
Draco: I don't know, Potter, I really don't.
Harry: **getting a little frustrated** Well, neither do I!
Draco: :: laughs shortly:: Justin was supposed to teach me how to be a proper boyfriend, but he didn't exactly succeed.
Harry: Well, I'm not exactly looking for a boyfriend. Think you can handle friendly aqcuaintances?
Draco: :: gives Harry a dirty look:: Friendly acquaintances don't fuck.
Harry: No? Damn. **smiles** It's a start, though.
Draco: :: smiles back:: I suppose it is, yeah. And it's going to change things.
Harry: Not necessarily a bad thing.
Draco: No, it's not, is it?
Harry: Yeah. Listen. Um. You wanna try and do this thing together or something? **motioning to the essay**
Draco: :: raises an eyebrow:: Us. Working together. The world will end.
Harry: **shrugs, smiles** I think I'll take the risk.
Draco: Yeah. Me too.
Session Close (malfoyseeker): Sun Aug 25 06:44:42 2002
Session Start (Yahoo! - secretseekerHP:malfoyseeker): Sun Aug 25 01:00:53 2002
Harry: **walks into the library, carrying scrolls and pens**
Draco: :: walking along one shelf, squinting at the titles, looking for something::
Harry: **drops the scrolls and quills on a table walking towards a shelf, frowns in irratation as he sees you**
Draco: :: narrows his eyes slightly, says by way of greeting:: Potter.
Harry: Malfoy. **nods his head at the shelf** You done here? I need a book.
Draco: No, I'm not, as a matter of fact. Can't find what I'm looking for.
Harry: Would you mind moving, then, so I can gte what I need?
Draco: Fine. ::steps aside a bit, glances down at his parchment, muttering:: Goblin Rebellions of the Middle Ages. It's round here somewhere, has to be.
Harry: **looks down, grins, grabs a book** Not anymore, I'm afraid. **walks over to the table**
Draco: Hey! :: follows you::: I need that.
Harry: **sits down** So do I. I'm afraid you'll just have to wait your turn, Malfoy.
Draco: Malfoys don't wait,Potter, or at least I don't, and I've got to use that. Now.
Harry: So get used to it, because I have the book now, and I'm going to use it, and when I'm done, then you can use it.
Draco: :: pulls out a chair next to you and perches in it:: Fine, I'll bloody use it at the same time you do.
Harry: **looks at you irritatedly for a moment, then moves the books so it's halfway between you two** Fine. Just give me some space here. No need to come sit in my lap.
Draco: I wasn't planning to. In fact, if that ever happens, I'll have be very, very drunk.
Harry: **rolling out his scroll and taking a quill** Uh-huh. I don't remember you being drunk at the star-of-term ball.
Draco: :: disgustedly pulls an ink bottle out of his bag:: You had a bloody mask on.
Harry: **smirks** Excuses, excuses. **starts writing the title**
Draco: Well, I wouldn't have bloody done it if I'd been able to see your face, would I have? Besides, you didn't exactly protest much.
Harry: **shrugs** I never denied you're pretty.
Draco: :: gives you a strange look:: Uh... was that a compliment?
Harry: Don't worry, Mafloy, I'd never compliment you. I was just stating a fact, and one of which you seem to be perfectly aware yourself.
Draco: :: stares at the parchment and scribbles a little::: Sounded like a compliment to me, really.
Harry: **shrugs** Whatever you say, Malfoy. **continues to write, glancing at the book on occasion**
Draco: :: defensively:: I wouldn't have kissed you if I'd known it was you. I hate you.
Harry: **looks at you sideways** So? I never said I liked you.
Draco: No, but you bloody well came close to saying flat out that you liked it when we kissed.
Harry: So? What's the problem? I need to like you to shag you? You never struck me as the true-love-waits type, Malfoy.
Draco: :: shortly:: You're not my true love. And if you are, I'll hang myself.
Harry: Promises, promises. **turns his attention back to the essay**
Draco: :: writes a bit in silence, then throws down his quill:: Are you saying you want to shag me?
Harry: **Not taking his eyes off the scroll** Why, are you offering?
Draco: Like I'd really offer myself to you.
Harry: Why not? You've offered yourself to everyone else.
Draco: :: stung:: What the hell would you know?
Harry: **still writing, not looking at you** I hear rumours.
Draco: I'm sure you have. And I'm equally sure that the flobberworm-brained Gryffindors you've heard them from made up every word.
Harry: So you're saying you haven't been getting more action than the school brooms?
Draco: :: snarls:: More action than you, at least.
Harry: Really? And how would you know?
Draco: :: grins:: I hear rumours.
Harry: Not enough of them, obviously. Then again, some of us know how to keep our sex life private.
Draco: And some of us don't want to.
Harry: You're awefully eager to get a reputation, aren't you? Making up for something?
Draco: O
Draco: ((gr))
Draco: I've already got a reputation, might as well keep it up.
Harry: **snickers, turns his attention back to the essay**
Draco: :: indignantly:: And what precisely are you laughing at, Potter?
Harry: Oh, nothing.
Draco: Oh, just shut up.
Harry: Gladly.
Draco: :: flips a couple of pages in the book:: Hope you were done.
Harry: **frowns in irritation** Actually, I wasn't. **flips back**
Draco: Ha, knew you were slow. :: flips the pages again::
Harry: **rolls his eyes, flipping back** If you'd stop distracting me, I wouldn't be.
Draco: You could give me the book and do yours later, you know.
Harry: **snorts** Not bloody likely. I got the book first, remember? You're only getting to use it because I didn't feel like putting up with your whining.
Draco: :: grins:: And now you've got to put up with it anyway.
Harry: **looks at you** Not if I make you shut up.
Draco: :: laughs:: Right, as I'm certain you could shut me up. Really.
Harry: **grins** Oh, I can think of several ways.
Draco: :: quirks an eyebrow:: Is that so.
Harry: **smirks** That's right. And if you don't shut up right now, I'm going to start demonstrating them.
Draco: I do know basic healing charms, you know.
Harry: Oh, I wasn't planning to damage you. That would be a shame.
Draco: ::chuckles:: At least the two of us agree on something.
Harry: The end of the world must be imminent. Now shut up so I can finish this damned essay.
Draco: Ooh, imminent. I wasn't aware you knew any words longer than "Quidditch."
Harry: Shut up, Malfoy.
Draco: What, that's the best you can do?
Harry: **throws down his quill** Okay, you asked for it. **grabs the back of your head, pulling you in for a harsh; almost bruising kiss**
Draco: Mmmph! :: eyes fly open, extremely surprised, but doesn't resist::
Harry: **puls back, smirking a little, then picks up the quill and turns his attention back to his essay**
Draco: :: opens his mouth to say something, and closes it again::
Harry: **ignores you, continues working on his essay**
Draco: :: recovers, hisses:: What the fuck was that?
Harry: It's called a kiss, Malfoy. You of all people should know.
Draco: Yes, but it was you1
Harry: And your point is?
Draco: It was. I don't know, it was you. It was.... just you.
Harry: **turns to look at you, irritated** You know, the whole idea behind it was to get you to shut. the fuck. up.
Draco: That wasn't really a brilliant means of going about it, you know.
Harry: I don't know, I rather liked it. It shut you up for a whole five seconds, so it worked better than most other things I've tried.
Draco: :: raises an eyebrow:: Do it again.
Harry: Will you shut up for five more seconds?
Draco: Oh, all I get is five seconds?
Harry: **smirks** From what I hear, all you need is five seconds.
Draco: :: smoothly:: You've heard wrong.
Harry: Really? Maybe you should prove it, then.
Draco: What, you're offering?
Harry: Maybe. Would it be worth my while?
Draco: Depends what you think is worth it, I suppose. :: smirks:: I'm worth it.
Harry: Really? All right, then. Name your time and place.
Draco: Taking advantage of a man on the rebound, Potter? I'm shocked.
Harry: Oh, yes, you look heartbroken.
Draco: :: shrugs:: Am. Just not much with the showing emotions thing yet.
Harry: **shrugs** Whatever you say, Malfoy.
Draco: If... you want to, then?
Harry: Said so, didn't I?
Draco: Can you blame me for finding it a bit difficult to grasp, Potter?
Harry: I really don't see the problem, Malfoy. Yes, I fancy you. The fact that I don't like you at all has little to nothing to do with that.
Draco: :: bites his lip:: We'll need a few rules.
Harry: Rules?
Draco: Well, I don't bloody want anyone knowing about this, do I.
Harry: Like I said, some of us know how to keep our sex lives private. I won't tell if you don't.
Draco: :: snorts:: Things like this have a way of getting out, you know.
Harry: Only if we're careless. Which I'm not planning to be.
Draco: Neither am I. But... just for a bit of fun, don't go falling in love with me or anything heroically stupid like that, will you?
Harry: Trust me, I won't. Anything else?
Draco: I don't know, do you think there's anything else?
Harry: Not really.
Draco: :: frustrated:: This shouldn't be this easy.
Harry: **amused** Why not?
Draco: I shouldn't be able to just have you this easily.
Harry: Would it make you feel better if I put up a fight? **dramatically** I'll never give myself to you!
Draco: Oh, yes you will.
Harry: **grins** So name your time and place, then.
Draco: Oh, bloody hell. I don't care, really.
Harry: Tomorrow, then?
Draco: Tomorrow'll be fine. Where?
Harry: Astronomy Tower. Three o'clock.
Draco: :: nods:: Why Potter, I get the feeling you've done this before.
Harry: Oh, I'm sorry, were you hoping to be my first? So sorry to disappoint you/
Draco: Oh, not a bit disappointed. Just wondering.
Harry: Well, keep wondering.
Draco: :: glances down:: You still planning to finish this essay?
Harry: Actually, yes. why?
Harry: Actually, yes. why?
Draco: Nothing. I just can't concentrate.
Harry: Should I take that as a compliment?
Draco: Take it as what you like, but it's at least partially your fault, I'd say.
Harry: **smirks** Thanks. **turns his attention back to the essay**
Draco: :: wrinkles his nose:: You seem to very enthusiastic.
Harry: Oh, I am. Just not much with the showing emotions thing yet. And I'd rather not get detention from Biggs for not finishing this essay.
Draco: Pity, that, detention can be fun if you aren't alone.
Harry: Talking from experience, Malfoy?
Draco: Of bloody course, why, you never made out with your pet Weasel during detention?
Harry: **snarls** Don't.
Draco: Don't what?
Harry: Don't talk about Ron.
Harry: He's worth ten of you.
Draco: :: bitterly:: I see. You hate me, and yet you'll fuck me. I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be all about honour.
Harry: It's sex, Malfoy. honour doesn't factor into it.
Draco: Yeah, well, people use me. And it doesn't bloody feel good, you know.
Harry: **mutters** Cry me a river. **aloud** You can still back out, you know. You're the one who se up the "no falling in love" rule.
Draco: What, like you'd be tempted to?
Harry: Not bloody likely. But I'm not the one all concerned about being used.
Draco: I don't want to back out. I... I want this, but it's not like I'll feel good about it.
Harry: Yes, well, don't expect me to feel bad for you, Malfoy.
Draco: :: snorts:: Compassionate sort, aren't you?
Harry: I am with people I care about.
Draco: :: stares at the table silently::
Harry: **turns to his essay again**
Draco: You know what? I can't do this.
Harry: Backing out?
Draco: I can't do this again. I can't hurt myself like this again. And with you, of all people.
Harry: **looks at you, not saying anything**
Draco: I was... telling Justin this, and I can't do it anymore. I can't let myself be used like this anymore.
Harry: So don't. Look, I'm not going to lie, here. I don't love you. I don't even really like you. I do want you, but not if you're not willing.
Draco: I know you don't love me. Nobody loves me, it's like they're incapable.
Harry: Maybe you're just looking in the wrong places?
Draco: I thought Justin... I shouldn't be telling you this, really. But, he and I, we're so alike. I thought for sure it would have worked, but no, he left me. Just like everyone leaves me.
Harry: Well, they do say it's opposites that attract ...
Draco: :: laughs shortly:: I'm surprised you'd say that. You're like my negative, you know. Like the good side that I apparently don't have.
Harry: I'm not all good, you know.
Draco: Oh, sure you aren't.
Harry: Nobody's all good, Malfoy. Or all bad. not even you.
Draco: :: shakes head:: Well, not even you want me.
Harry: I thought I made it pretty clear that I do want you.
Draco: Yes, but. Just for my body, that's all anyone ever wants. That's all Justin wanted.
Harry: **shrugs** I'm not gonna lie to you, Malfoy.
Draco: :: moves his mouth for a minute before anything actually comes out:: Could you at least try?
Harry: You want me to lie to you?
Draco: I didn't mean for you to lie. I meant for you to try to like me, you idiot.
Harry: That would be a lot easier if you'd stop being such a prat, you know.
Draco: :: grins:: It's a defense mechanism.
Harry: Well, it's pretty damn effective.
Draco: Of course it is.
Harry: People would like you better if you'd shut it off, though.
Draco: It's kind of automatic.
Harry: Well, could you at least try?
Draco: :: sighs:: I suppose.
Harry: Good.
Draco: You'll try, then? To like me?
Harry: I'll try. no promises, though.
Draco: Thanks. ... I think.
Harry: So ... tomorrow?
Draco: :: pauses:: don't you... think we should get to know each other a little?
Harry: **looks at you** And how do you propose we do that? go out for drinks? A date?
Draco: :: stiffens:: I'm really trying here, you know.
Harry: **sighs** I ... Sorry. This is a weird for me as it is for you, you know.
Draco: I know. I do.
Harry: So ... now what?
Draco: I don't know, Potter, I really don't.
Harry: **getting a little frustrated** Well, neither do I!
Draco: :: laughs shortly:: Justin was supposed to teach me how to be a proper boyfriend, but he didn't exactly succeed.
Harry: Well, I'm not exactly looking for a boyfriend. Think you can handle friendly aqcuaintances?
Draco: :: gives Harry a dirty look:: Friendly acquaintances don't fuck.
Harry: No? Damn. **smiles** It's a start, though.
Draco: :: smiles back:: I suppose it is, yeah. And it's going to change things.
Harry: Not necessarily a bad thing.
Draco: No, it's not, is it?
Harry: Yeah. Listen. Um. You wanna try and do this thing together or something? **motioning to the essay**
Draco: :: raises an eyebrow:: Us. Working together. The world will end.
Harry: **shrugs, smiles** I think I'll take the risk.
Draco: Yeah. Me too.
Session Close (malfoyseeker): Sun Aug 25 06:44:42 2002
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(And I just finished the second book tonight. I'm getting that dizzy/excited "new obsession" feeling. All your fault, babe. Love you.)
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We're trying. Unfortunately, they're being Issues!Boys right now. Argh.