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Long Strides to a Short Walk The REVAMP! 2017-2018!

An AU, OOC, HP/DM slash fiction

MPG READ THE WARNINGS PAGE FIRST!

Summary: In their 6th year of school, it's now the end of the Season; as keeping with a Wizard Tradition, 'The Captain's Bet Dinner', Quidditch Captains Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter are about to take a short trek that will take them on a long journey, as a bet goes wrong, when hearts become the collateral, and lives, the folly of the Fates. 

After bungling best friends Ron and Blaise who were armed to the teeth with misguided 'pure intentions' stick their noses where they do not belong, the result becomes a Domino Effect, as others past & present are suddenly caught up in the fall.

Rated NC-17

By: AshleyMistMalichi 

Disclaimers: Don't own, don't sue. All that is mine are MY OC's, my plot, and that's it.

The rest is OWNED by: J K Rowling & Warner Brothers.

ONCE AGAIN!!! Warnings: AU SLASH, M/M fiction, MALE PREGNANCY

Pairings: HP/DM, RW/BZ, Re/Ti, OC/? With past references to JP/LM

Simple Summary:

A bet gone wrong,

Many a love gone sour,

Many a mistake made right,

And many a right wronged.

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Once again, THE OFFSPRING! (Can't Get MY) Head Around You


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"Miss Granger, that will be 40 points FROM Gryffindor, for interfering. Now, remove the spell, if you will please."

Taking out her wand, she grumbled. 

Muttering under her breath the reversal incantation, as well some choice phrases about bossy Professors, and silly house points, she groaned as he said,

"I heard that Miss Granger, another 10 points removed from Gryffindor for your, cheek."

As soon as the spell was released, both boys walk-ran for their seats, scrambling to sit down, making sure to do so VERY carefully.

Silence reigned, until a slender tanned hand rose.

"Yes Mister Potter?"

"I ah, um, Madam Pomphrey gave me this to give to you." squeaked Harry.

The tall Potions Professor swept down the aisle to pluck the note from the upturned fingers.

Returning to his seat, yet before his arse even hit the leather, he felt it, before it even was actually done.

"Yes, Mister Malfoy?"

Draco had to fight to keep the smile from forming, because, as long as he could remember, his 'Sa" always knew when he needed something, sometimes, even before he did.

"Er, I have one too, sir."

An almost-smile tickled his lips as once again, Severus Snape glided across the room to pick up a piece of parchment from his little Dragon.

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