Harry looks up at me expectantly as I settle in at my computer. "Oh, gods. What are you doing this time?", he nearly whines. "I'm doing what I always do, writing about my favorite fictional characters. I put them in whatever interesting situation strikes my fancy." He snorts. "Your fancy is one sick fuck. I've read your Discworld stories." He leans back against the headboard, sighing."I was hoping to avoid your libelous keystrokes, but apparently no such luck."
Smiling, I turn and reply sweetly,"Now, now. I wouldn't really call it libelous. It's only libelous if it's not based in fact. I've seen the way you look at Draco when you think no one sees you." "What!?! That's not true!", he sputters, his furious blush belying his words.
I push a little further, "So when you spent all that extra time in the locker room after Quidditch practice, staying even after your whole team had left and the Slytherins had come in to shower..." "Simply bad luck", he intones proudly, but a quiver in his voice makes me pursue the subject.
"And when your robes just kept falling open in Potions, showing off your new leather trousers and red silk shirt to Draco, who just happened to be sitting nearby, that was an accident?" "Well, maybe just a bit on purpose" he mumbles, not meeting my eyes. "Aha!" I am triumphant.
"You should be grateful to me for getting you two together. As wonderful as JKR is, she just doesn't have the vision that we slashers do." "Thank Merlin..." Harry mutters; but a bit of a grin has appeared on his face. I swivel back around, opening a new file.
"Um, Sophist?" comes the tentative hum of the young wizard's voice.
I smile to myself. "Hmmm?" A nervous silence. "Yes, Harry?"
"Do you think... well... those leather trousers..."
"Well?"
"Um, it's just that I bought them specially and I do look rather hot in them and it would be a shame if he didn't notice...", the words come out in a rush.
"Oh, don't worry, love. Your little dragon will notice. Have no fear."
"Ah. Good."
I lower my voice."He may even like them so much he'll need to keep you tied up and at his command..."
"What was that?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all."
"Riiiiight. I should probably hide now, shouldn't I? "
I shrug.
He whimpers and disapparates with a *pop*.
"Won't do you any good", I snicker. The keyboard awaits- Maybe a little warmup before the real thing...
Smiling, I turn and reply sweetly,"Now, now. I wouldn't really call it libelous. It's only libelous if it's not based in fact. I've seen the way you look at Draco when you think no one sees you." "What!?! That's not true!", he sputters, his furious blush belying his words.
I push a little further, "So when you spent all that extra time in the locker room after Quidditch practice, staying even after your whole team had left and the Slytherins had come in to shower..." "Simply bad luck", he intones proudly, but a quiver in his voice makes me pursue the subject.
"And when your robes just kept falling open in Potions, showing off your new leather trousers and red silk shirt to Draco, who just happened to be sitting nearby, that was an accident?" "Well, maybe just a bit on purpose" he mumbles, not meeting my eyes. "Aha!" I am triumphant.
"You should be grateful to me for getting you two together. As wonderful as JKR is, she just doesn't have the vision that we slashers do." "Thank Merlin..." Harry mutters; but a bit of a grin has appeared on his face. I swivel back around, opening a new file.
"Um, Sophist?" comes the tentative hum of the young wizard's voice.
I smile to myself. "Hmmm?" A nervous silence. "Yes, Harry?"
"Do you think... well... those leather trousers..."
"Well?"
"Um, it's just that I bought them specially and I do look rather hot in them and it would be a shame if he didn't notice...", the words come out in a rush.
"Oh, don't worry, love. Your little dragon will notice. Have no fear."
"Ah. Good."
I lower my voice."He may even like them so much he'll need to keep you tied up and at his command..."
"What was that?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all."
"Riiiiight. I should probably hide now, shouldn't I? "
I shrug.
He whimpers and disapparates with a *pop*.
"Won't do you any good", I snicker. The keyboard awaits- Maybe a little warmup before the real thing...