TITLE: Thank God for Spitballs
AUTHOR: Becca
E-MAIL: lordsbecca@yahoo.com
WEBSITE: http://potterpeepz.homestead.com
RATING: PG-13 (Only because some people are too immature to read this)
CATEGORY: Slasher! (Same gender romance)
ARCHIVE: Pheonixx's site-yes. Eliza's site-yes. Anywhere else-email me first!
SUMMARY: Just a short little story I'm writing. I thought of it when my friend Pheonixx showed me a drawing of Harry and Draco kissing. I, of course, just had to write a Slasher. Enjoy!
**DISCLAIMER: Roses are red, violets are blue, me no own, so you no sue!
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There he was, smugly staring at me, knowing I was getting in trouble by Snape. He laughed as Snape approached me, and leaned closer, trying to listen. Why couldn't I keep my eyes off him? I just kept staring...looking at him....
"Potter, you are really a fool, aren't you?" asked Snape, as he studied my potion. "This is total sludge. Even a Lethifold wouldn't eat this. Do you even pay attention in class?"
I didn't hear a word Snape had said. I just kept staring at him. His soft, blonde hair, colorless cheeks, and deep, dangerous eyes....
I shook my head. What was I thinking? This was Draco Malfoy I was thinking about. Not some beautiful girl. I gulped. Could it be, that I liked Draco?
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I decided not to tell Ron and Hermionie about what I had thought during potions. They would have thought it was either a joke, or I was seriously sick. But I was neither sick, nor joking. The feelings I had felt were real, and they were spooky.
"Hey man, what was with you today in potions?" asked Ron.
"Huh?" I asked, looking up from my plate of spaghetti. "Oh, I-I dunno. Why do you ask?"
Hermionie spoke up. "Well, no offence Harry, but you are acting strange lately. Ever since Malfoy-"
"What about Malfoy?!" I interrupted. "There's nothing wrong with Draco!"
Hermionie and Ron stared. A few other Gryffindors looked at me as well. I looked down at my plate. What did I just do?!
"Er, Harry? Are you feeling okay?" asked Ron. "You realize you just called Malfoy by his first name-and you defended him. What's up?"
"I-I-uh.... Just kidding?"
Hermionie and Ron stared, but accepted my poor reply. What was up with me? Why was I, Harry Potter, defending Draco Malfoy? I mean, he was the biggest jerk I had ever met. Yet here I was, being nice, and calling him Draco!
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Transfiguration. Ew. But, it was with the Slytherins, so it wasn't that bad. Draco was sitting across from me, throwing spitballs at me. I, being a sick fool, accepted this as a kind gesture.
But, like all spitball attacks; one eventually hit me in the ear. That was nasty getting out, and I had to get him back. I thought of it more along the lines of flirting back.
I pointed my wand at him, and whispered, "Rictusempra" and Draco began to laugh wildly. I smiled, liking his non-sneering smile, and his laugh.
"POTTER!"
"He was throwing spitballs at me, Professor McGonagall!" I quickly said, not wanting to be punished.
McGonagall walked over to my table. She saw the spitballs covering the table and floor. She even pulled some out of my hair. "Both of you are staying after class and cleaning this up, understood?"
Draco shot me a look, and I nodded to Professor.
Ron and Hermionie stared at me.
"The tickling charm?" questioned Ron. "You couldn't have put like, a snake or something on him? C'mon, you know better curses then that!"
"Who said I wanted to curse him?" I said.
Ron's eyes widened. Hermionie grabbed Ron's arm. "Oh my...Ron, I think we should get Harry to Pomfrey..."
I laughed and shook my head. "No guys, I'm fine. I've never been better."
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"Potter, Malfoy, clean." McGonagall handed us two damp rags. Draco and I grabbed them, and got to work.
Professor Sprout suddenly came into the room. "Professor, we need to see you for an emergency meeting."
McGonagall sighed. "Can I trust that you two won't kill each other?" she asked Draco and me.
We both nodded.
"All right. I'm coming." And she walked out.
I was alone with Draco Malfoy. Whoa....
"This is all your fault, Potter. Making me clean up this mess..."
"Oh shut-up Draco."
Draco looked up at me. "W-Why did you just call me Draco?"
I couldn't stop myself. I just had to. He was just looking at me, and we were so close...I couldn't not have done it.
I grabbed his shoulder, and kissed him. And, after a moment of hesitation, he kissed back.
Thank God for spitballs.
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Okay, I know that was a little different, and because of that I want to know what you think! Tell me what you thought. If you liked it, I may just write some more. So let me know!
AUTHOR: Becca
E-MAIL: lordsbecca@yahoo.com
WEBSITE: http://potterpeepz.homestead.com
RATING: PG-13 (Only because some people are too immature to read this)
CATEGORY: Slasher! (Same gender romance)
ARCHIVE: Pheonixx's site-yes. Eliza's site-yes. Anywhere else-email me first!
SUMMARY: Just a short little story I'm writing. I thought of it when my friend Pheonixx showed me a drawing of Harry and Draco kissing. I, of course, just had to write a Slasher. Enjoy!
**DISCLAIMER: Roses are red, violets are blue, me no own, so you no sue!
^*^*^
There he was, smugly staring at me, knowing I was getting in trouble by Snape. He laughed as Snape approached me, and leaned closer, trying to listen. Why couldn't I keep my eyes off him? I just kept staring...looking at him....
"Potter, you are really a fool, aren't you?" asked Snape, as he studied my potion. "This is total sludge. Even a Lethifold wouldn't eat this. Do you even pay attention in class?"
I didn't hear a word Snape had said. I just kept staring at him. His soft, blonde hair, colorless cheeks, and deep, dangerous eyes....
I shook my head. What was I thinking? This was Draco Malfoy I was thinking about. Not some beautiful girl. I gulped. Could it be, that I liked Draco?
^*^*^
I decided not to tell Ron and Hermionie about what I had thought during potions. They would have thought it was either a joke, or I was seriously sick. But I was neither sick, nor joking. The feelings I had felt were real, and they were spooky.
"Hey man, what was with you today in potions?" asked Ron.
"Huh?" I asked, looking up from my plate of spaghetti. "Oh, I-I dunno. Why do you ask?"
Hermionie spoke up. "Well, no offence Harry, but you are acting strange lately. Ever since Malfoy-"
"What about Malfoy?!" I interrupted. "There's nothing wrong with Draco!"
Hermionie and Ron stared. A few other Gryffindors looked at me as well. I looked down at my plate. What did I just do?!
"Er, Harry? Are you feeling okay?" asked Ron. "You realize you just called Malfoy by his first name-and you defended him. What's up?"
"I-I-uh.... Just kidding?"
Hermionie and Ron stared, but accepted my poor reply. What was up with me? Why was I, Harry Potter, defending Draco Malfoy? I mean, he was the biggest jerk I had ever met. Yet here I was, being nice, and calling him Draco!
^*^*^
Transfiguration. Ew. But, it was with the Slytherins, so it wasn't that bad. Draco was sitting across from me, throwing spitballs at me. I, being a sick fool, accepted this as a kind gesture.
But, like all spitball attacks; one eventually hit me in the ear. That was nasty getting out, and I had to get him back. I thought of it more along the lines of flirting back.
I pointed my wand at him, and whispered, "Rictusempra" and Draco began to laugh wildly. I smiled, liking his non-sneering smile, and his laugh.
"POTTER!"
"He was throwing spitballs at me, Professor McGonagall!" I quickly said, not wanting to be punished.
McGonagall walked over to my table. She saw the spitballs covering the table and floor. She even pulled some out of my hair. "Both of you are staying after class and cleaning this up, understood?"
Draco shot me a look, and I nodded to Professor.
Ron and Hermionie stared at me.
"The tickling charm?" questioned Ron. "You couldn't have put like, a snake or something on him? C'mon, you know better curses then that!"
"Who said I wanted to curse him?" I said.
Ron's eyes widened. Hermionie grabbed Ron's arm. "Oh my...Ron, I think we should get Harry to Pomfrey..."
I laughed and shook my head. "No guys, I'm fine. I've never been better."
^*^*^
"Potter, Malfoy, clean." McGonagall handed us two damp rags. Draco and I grabbed them, and got to work.
Professor Sprout suddenly came into the room. "Professor, we need to see you for an emergency meeting."
McGonagall sighed. "Can I trust that you two won't kill each other?" she asked Draco and me.
We both nodded.
"All right. I'm coming." And she walked out.
I was alone with Draco Malfoy. Whoa....
"This is all your fault, Potter. Making me clean up this mess..."
"Oh shut-up Draco."
Draco looked up at me. "W-Why did you just call me Draco?"
I couldn't stop myself. I just had to. He was just looking at me, and we were so close...I couldn't not have done it.
I grabbed his shoulder, and kissed him. And, after a moment of hesitation, he kissed back.
Thank God for spitballs.
^*^*^
Okay, I know that was a little different, and because of that I want to know what you think! Tell me what you thought. If you liked it, I may just write some more. So let me know!