warnings: mostly just swearing...until my lovely boys get together in all ways possible... i know we're all looking forward to THAT...(pictures) (nosebleed)
Also my first story…don't kill me.
Disclaimer: if I owned the Harry Potter series, I wouldn't be reduced to writing quite possibly bad fan fiction about them. And there would be hot boysex in the series. All the time.
On to the story, yon fiends!
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
" Potter," Malfoy snarled irritably, " Stop attacking the balarian grassroot. I know you think everything's out to get you, but leave the potions ingredients out of your little hissy fit. They need to be carefully diced, not smashed into a million pieces you imbecile."
Harry clenched the knife a little tighter. Just six inches away, just a tiny little swipe of the knife… He shook himself out of his fantasy. He knew he was being unreasonable; it was just one potion. But really, out of all the people in the class, Malfoy? Snape hated him, but this was a new level of low.
" Then why don't you chop the stupid grassroot, seeing as it takes an amazing amount of genius to slice through a vegetable," he hissed. Malfoy smirked at him.
" Actually, it really doesn't. And I think that makes a statement about your own inferior intelligence, that you cant even handle a knife." Harry's eye twitched. Just one little stab…maybe two, and… he handed Malfoy the knife delicately and stalked over to the cauldron, stirring it furiously.
" Potter, be careful with that. It's a very sensitive potion! Once clockwise, eight times counterclockwise! Potter!" The last came out as a girly shriek as the light blue potion congealed slightly then exploded with hiss. Harry and Malfoy were both a little too late in covering their faces, and got facial masks of the cool, silvery blue stuff. Malfoy opened his mouth, taking in a bit of the mixture, and began to screech.
" You've got to be kidding me! This was a simple potion! Why can't you make a simple potion! It was a task a monkey could handle, or a particularly talented plant and you messed it up, you psychotic, paranoid FREAK! This shit might kill me, and fuck if I'm going to die before you!" With that, he leapt onto a horrified Harry, screaming a vicious war cry. They both fell to the ground, covering themselves in the smooth potion, but Malfoy only cared about one thing. He wrapped his pale, cool hands around Harry's neck and squeezed.
" Malfoy, get a good grip," Zabini's amused drawl came from the back of the room, right before a flash of light wrapped the two boys. They were grabbed into the air, surrounded by a sphere of light and energy, and could suddenly see everything. Ron was trying to pummel Zabini while the hapless boy called for Crabbe and Goyle's assistance. The two goons were staring at Malfoy, who watched bemusedly before motioning them over to Zabini's aid.
" Silence!" Snape shouted, face pale with anger and wand still pointed at the two boys.
Malfoy watched in mild admiration before hearing the hateful snarl of, 'asshole' in the back of his head.
Asshole, Harry thought.
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Ta-da! If you flame me i will laugh at you...so really, any and all reviews are welcomed!!!