Title: Gum Tag
Rated: PG, mild kissing maybe.
Pairing (becase it's not a fanfiction without a pairing!): Draco/Harry
Descritption: Harry Potter is annoying his friends with gum. What happens when he annoys an enemy too?
Setting: The first MAYBE the second book, well before anything depressing happens.
Author's notes: A short ficlet inspired by my friend. I really should stick to Star Trek, but that would be no fun! Enough reviewers and I may put up more chapters. Thanks to Emoxbunny for annoying me until I wrote this.
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Harry Potter stood at the edge of the forbidden forest, very angrily smacking his bubble-gum. He chewed and glared at the ground in front of him, how dare they! His own friends for heavens sake!
Harry Potter had just been kicked out of his own common room, by his own two best friends, and sent to fend for himself. Jeez, it wasn't like he was chewing his gum that loudly. He let out a low sigh, and popped his gum again. He really was just bored. Bored, bored, bored, bored, and that was it. He had nothing to do; he popped his gum, no homework even! Pop, nothing Hermione could berate him about, Pop, nothing to talk to Ron about, Pop, man, he was bored! Pop, pop, pop, pop!
He heard a shuffle and glanced up at a harried Draco Malfoy rushing by. Pop, he glared at Malfoy, who sneered back, pop. He leaned against the tree, stupid friends, and stupid twins, stupid first years too! He growled at the grass. Pop! Pop! Stupid Malfoy, being all stupid and… Pop, stuff. He sighed, pop, maybe he should-
"Must you make that racket, Potter?" whoa! He hadn't even noticed Draco approach him, but now he was perhaps a, pop, foot away from the other boy.
Pop, "What racket, Malfoy?" He invoked his meanest glare.
"That, annoying-" here he was interrupted when Harry popped his gum again, "ANNOYING gum popping."
"I," Pop, "Dunno what you're talking about."
Malfoy squinted at the raven-haired kid in front of him. "You do know what," Pop, "Grr, what I'm talking about. If you don't stop, I will make you stop." He nodded his head curtly.
"Weeeeelllll," Harry drawled, "No." He popped his gum one last time.
Next thing he knew he was pressed hard into the tree behind him, Draco's hands on his shoulders. He saw Draco move unbelievably quickly, and plant his lips on his own. He let out a small 'meep!' sound, and then melted into the kiss. Draco's tounge slipped through his lips and ran across his teeth.
A second later, Draco pulled away. He gave Harry a sly smirk, turned, and walked off.
Harry stood dumbstruck for several more seconds. Then he felt a strange sense of absence. Running a tounge over his teeth he realized what was missing.
"That bastard stole my gum!"