Disclaimer: Harry Potter et al do not belong to me. They belong to the
inimitable J.K. Rowling
Author's note: My 1st double drabble. Never knew it was so hard to write exactly 200 words.
For those of you who don't want to wait until the end to find out, this is written from Blaise's POV
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I look up from my parchment as his voice rings clearly across the library.
"Potter? really, advanced potions? Shouldn't that be remedial potions?"
I can't help it, I start grinning like a madman. Lucky for me, Draco's focussing all his attention on Potter, who only looks vaguely put out. I catch Pansy's eye, and we grin at each other like maniacs before succumbing, breaking out into strangled giggles.
Potter pushes his glasses further up his nose and I think I will burst with the cuteness of it all. The Weasel rises in his seat, but Granger pushes him firmly back down. They too are high in the runnings for the sweetness award, but like Draco, I keep my attention fixed on Potter.
"What Malfoy? Are you hoping I'll fail so you can tutor me?"
Pansy practically falls off her chair at that. Draco smirks, smug as the Cheshire cat.
"You should be so lucky," is his parting repartee before returning to our table. Seeing our flushed cheeks, he looks at me mock-askance.
"Blaise, you really shouldn't let Pansy tell you her dirty jokes in the library."
At that Pansy and I both fall off our chairs. If only he knew.
Author's note: My 1st double drabble. Never knew it was so hard to write exactly 200 words.
For those of you who don't want to wait until the end to find out, this is written from Blaise's POV
***
I look up from my parchment as his voice rings clearly across the library.
"Potter? really, advanced potions? Shouldn't that be remedial potions?"
I can't help it, I start grinning like a madman. Lucky for me, Draco's focussing all his attention on Potter, who only looks vaguely put out. I catch Pansy's eye, and we grin at each other like maniacs before succumbing, breaking out into strangled giggles.
Potter pushes his glasses further up his nose and I think I will burst with the cuteness of it all. The Weasel rises in his seat, but Granger pushes him firmly back down. They too are high in the runnings for the sweetness award, but like Draco, I keep my attention fixed on Potter.
"What Malfoy? Are you hoping I'll fail so you can tutor me?"
Pansy practically falls off her chair at that. Draco smirks, smug as the Cheshire cat.
"You should be so lucky," is his parting repartee before returning to our table. Seeing our flushed cheeks, he looks at me mock-askance.
"Blaise, you really shouldn't let Pansy tell you her dirty jokes in the library."
At that Pansy and I both fall off our chairs. If only he knew.