Drama, Flangst, Humor, Romance Rating: NC for language and sexual content Word Count: I'm a filthy liar who lies, and no one should listen to me.
Everything you read following this disclaimer is total fiction. Don't believe a single word of it. It's all the mad fantasies of a delusional fan girl who has nothing better to do than think and write about two sexy strangers in getting it on. All notes for this story is located in chapter 7. Please enjoy the fic. He quickly closed the tab to that particular page and a lot less sleepily continued on his quest to find foods that qualified under "dairy" products.
Let it be said that he never quite felt the same way whenever someone uttered the word "dairy", which was far too close-sounding to "Drarry" for his personal liking. The second time Dan stumbled upon a Harry and Draco site he had the misfortune of having Tom leaning over his shoulder. Tom shoved him over and stole his seat, making him topple to the floor. He scrambled to his feet and made an attempt to take his chair back, but Tom shushed him.
Tom's eyes were flashing over the screen, and Dan knew there was no point denying it now. Eventually, after realizing Tom wasn't going to budge, he gave up and pulled the extra computer chair beside Tom's. Tom scooted over a bit so Dan could have better access to the screen, and continued browsing.
What they found was shocking. There were stories—"fan fiction", they were apparently called—about Harry and Draco becoming best friends, or blood brothers, or, more appallingly and this seemed to be the majority , even lovers. Dan honestly couldn't believe that some people actually spent time writing—and, they unfortunately discovered, drawing—such things.
From the corner of his eye he could see Tom's head swivel towards him. And look here," he pointed at a bit of text on the screen, "it says 'I do not own Harry Potter or its respective characters, plot, or settings. They are the sole property of J. Rowling and her co.
I make no money off this unfortunately ; it's merely for fun. They've all got disclaimers above their stories. It would be hard not to, considering how much of this stuff is on the 'Net.
Fan fiction was weird, Dan thought nearly two weeks after he and Tom had discovered that 'fanfiction dot net' site. He couldn't believe what people came up with for the Harry Potter characters, or the extent of their apparent obsessions with them. He himself didn't find it at all that interesting, but Tom apparently did. He'd discovered something called "The Sacrifices Arc" by Lightning on the Shore… or something like that and hadn't been able to stop talking about it since.
God, I wanted to wring his manipulative little neck when I saw him today. Poor Michael hadn't understood why Tom had been glaring at him so vehemently on the shoot that day, and he probably never would. You keep on reading that garbage and you'll start messing up in your work. Instead, he settled for snorting. Professional, why don't we go get something to eat. Tom glared at him and patted his stomach.
They were sitting on Dan's sofa watching Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone and munching on peanuts. Tom, as usual, commented throughout the entire thing. I mean, you just discovered that Voldemort had tried to kill you, for crying out loud. You'd think a bloke would be a bit more devastated. The bowl-cut 'do was actually rather cute.
You should have been sorted into Slytherin. Didn't you hear the bloody Hat? He said you would have been great. Have you absolutely no ambition at all?
That's why Harry was sorted into Gryffindor. Didn't Dumbles specifically say that children were notallowed near the Forbidden Forest?
So why the bloody fuck would McGonagall even consider sending a bunch of first years—especially Harry Potter who any dark wizard would have been happy enough to kill—alone in the forest in the middle of the night with a dog to protect them? She most likely wasn't thinking straight. I would have never done that.
Surely we deserve a few house points for that? It was a bit messed up he did it that way. Eventually he even stopped shooting Michael glares. He'd moved on from The Sacrifices Arc— "It was really rather brilliant, though the author needs to learn a thing or two about my character.
You should definitely try to read it sometime. I mean, honestly, you'd think they'd seen the movies at least one time in their life being the hardcore fans they claim to be. He followed Tom's finger to where it underlined text in the middle of the screen and read aloud, 'Smiling, Harry hugged the smaller man—'" "You see!
But they justlove making Draco out to be this small, clingy, needy bottom all the time—" "Bottom? Tom stopped his rant and looked at Dan curiously. Dan's mouth opened, then closed, then opened, then closed. The process lasted an entire minute before he was able to choke his next words out. You know, the receiver in sex, the one who takes it up the arse, the pillow biter, the—oomph! Getting the drift, Tom grudgingly did. Tom quirked his brow. It's not like I've kept it a secret from you.
Like the ones we saw about Harry and Draco being friends, or blood brothers, or… or…" He stopped when Tom started to laugh. What do you think I meant when I told you about the fic I was reading where Draco was Harry's 'sorely missed' person down in the lake? Tom snorted in obvious amusement. I didn't think that they'd…" "Honestly, did you really think Harry and Draco would become friends, or brothers, after Draco bent Harry over his knees and spanked his arse with his bare hand?
Tom gave him a simple stare. He couldn't say it. Dan tried to fight back the blush, he really did. Tom's voice was mirthful as he said, "As fun as this has been, I really need to be getting home now. Despite his current upset with him, he didn't want him thinking their relationship was ruined because Tom became all weird.
Or turned into a pou— Dan stopped that thought right there. He grumbled under his breath but nevertheless nodded, returning Tom's smile with a small one of his one, and walked him to the door. As soon as he left and Dan locked it behind him, he thumped his head onto the polished wood and groaned, and wondered how his life had taken on such a bizarre turn. He blamed Joanne for it, entirely. Now that Dan knew that Tom was indeed reading homoerotic stories of their two characters together—and it still made him shudder when he thought about it—he caught the subtle, and sometimes not so subtle, meanings behind every fan fic related thing Tom said… which was rather a lot.
I wonder what other kind of snakes Harry could command with that tongue of his. Maybe Harry couldn't muster up enough hate or, in Tom's case, annoyance to cast Crucio properly, but Dan was beginning to think that he would be fully capable of it.
Filming was over for the remainder of the month, giving them nearly two and a half weeks to relax and unwind. Dan had planned to stay over Tom's house for at least a week, but the bastard had turned him down. When Dan has asked him why, he had simply stated that he'd "discovered Lomonaaeren". Dan didn't know what that meant, but he was sure it was another one of those fan fic things. After six days of being completely unable to get into contact with Tom, Dan decided that enough was enough and, as friends usually did under such dire circumstances, came over uninvited.
Dan snorted and moved inside, not bothering to ask to be let in. You told me you discovered something fan fiction related and couldn't, apparently, be arsed to put it down to spend time with someone who had thought he was your best mate. Tom ran his fingers through his hair Dan wondered when he was going to cut it and sighed. I'm used to your prattishness by now. For a while they chatted about any gossip they'd heard which, surprisingly, wasn't much and plans for Rupert's upcoming birthday.
Draco popped in the first episode of the series Merlin into the player— "Did you know Arthur and Merlin are considered the Harry and Draco of the Arthurian legend?
Their fanbase is pretty wicked, though nothing compared to ours. Thirty minutes into the show the doorbell sounded and Tom left to pick up the pizza. Dan turned away from the telly—the show wasn't nearly as interesting as Tom had made it out to be—and glanced around the room. Tom's bedroom was as messy as always. Papers were littered everywhere, and clothes draped over every piece of furniture in the room. Tom was a lot more technology-inclined than Dan was, so appliances and gadgets lined the walls of nearly every inch of the room.
Because Tom was a bit of a ponce he had two closets full of clothes and shoes, and a shelf stocked with books situated in between.