Title: "Chocoloate Butterbeer"
Author: Penny blue-eyes
Rating: erm... PG-ish?
Summary: Harry/Draco slash, with Chocolate Butterbeer thrown in.
A/N- If you don't like slash, do us both a favour and don't read it. We'll both be happier that way. As to the Chocolate Butterbeer bit, I figure if you can have Vanilla Coke, chocolate flavoured Butterbeer shouldn't be such a problem. I mean, I had to have *something...*
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"I am Harry, thy God."
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Draco watches. It doesn't matter, because it doesn't bother anyone. Potter never notices it.
Draco loves the way his green eyes glow somehow, and watches in horror as they grow soft when he talks to the "Mini Weasel." He can't believe that they turn to a misty, apple leaf colour as he looks at the mousy little girl, his best friend's little sister. Weasel would kill him.
Yes, Draco loves to watch Potter for two reasons. One, it fulfills *his* dreams and he likes to indulge. Two, he's a coward. He can't actually speak to Potter. Contrary to popular belief, he'd rather "eep" and run away than say "Hi, mate, what's happening?"
But something has to give.
Was he just being fanciful, or did Potter's eyes flick over to him a few times at breakfast? And was it a playful shove from Weasel, an accident or something planned that had him stumbling against Draco in the Potion line?
By Merlin, Draco will find out. His practised eye, making easy work of the whole "don't let him know you're looking at him" thing, quickly sweeps over Potter, taking in everything from his untidy hair to his shoes. Draco loves those shoes. So sensible, yet... sensual somehow.
Maybe Draco is going insane. After all, it's been ten hours since the second greatest love of his life has showed up. Chocolate Butterbeer.
Funny, he muses while watching Potter and Weasel - by the looks of things - tease the Mudblood. In retaliation, she deliberately uses a Severing Charm on the bottom of their robes. Potter's trousers are just a *little* too tight and shape those legs.
Is she torturing Potter, or himself, Draco?
Still, he goes back to his thoughts. Chocolate Butterbeer had been invented about six months ago, and he'd been hooked ever since. It tasted... like he'd always expected Potter to taste. Intoxicating and rich.
Maybe that's why he liked it so much. It was Potter in a bottle.
Draco is *trying* - by Merlin, he is trying - to keep his mind on Snape's lesson. But what is Snape - sallow, greasy haired Snape with his lessons on Freezing Solutions, compared to his fantasies about a God and the best drink invented by wizards?
Yes, Potter is his God.
Draco is afraid he's about to drool - or whimper. A plan is now fixed firmly in his mind, as if his brain has been working without his consent. He has to confront Potter. He needs to know whether Potter feels the same way - heck, maybe he just needs to scream out his frustrations that Potter can make him feel this way!
Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, Saint of all who know him. The guy surrounded by a halo of fans. Draco's private fantasy.
The bell goes, and Draco silently thanks whatever powers might be out there before pulling a Chocolate Butterbeer from his school bag and opening it. Ah... life.
Now for Potter. But what about Weasel and the Mudblood? How can he seperate them from Potter, the light for their moth-ness? It's just impossible.
Or not. Draco deliberately spills his bottle of Freezing Solution all over Potter's bag, so that not only does the bag stick to the floor, Potter's hand sticks to the bag and freezes. Both Weasel and Mudblood yell out, and Weasel pulls out his wand.
"Leave it, you guys," Potter says in despair; his wand hand is covered in ice. He grabs at it with his left hand, freezing that as well.
After making the usual promises of waiting for him, Weasel and Mudblood leave. Leave him - Draco - with Potter.
So there are miracles.
"You know, Draco," Potter says, tugging uselessly, "you could have just asked to talk to me. This wasn't needed. A little help?"
Unable to think of anything but the fact that Potter has used his name, Draco just stares. "Draco!" Potter says sharply.
"Oh." Draco pulls out his wand. "*Incendio*. What do you mean? Why would I want to talk to you?"
"I'm not stupid, Draco," Potter - Harry? replies. "If someone ogles at me all the time, I'll find out why, come Hell or high water. So, let's talk. Why are you looking at me?"
"Maybe I just think you're exceptionally stupid," Draco replies, stung that Harry can pick out his attraction so easily. Then he curses himself. This isn't going the way he'd planned.
"But Draco, you always think that, without needing to look at me. And besides, if you think I'm stupid, why do you look so hurt when I talk to Ginny? Or even Hermione?" For a guy who's just had his hands frozen, Harry Potter is very calm. "By the way, you can stop calling Hermione "mudblood" now. And Ron "weasel."
"Why would I do that? I'm hot for you, not Hermione or Ron." Oh, Merlin! Draco shouts mentally. He's just killed himself in one fell swoop. He's called Ron and Hermione - Ron and Hermione! - by their names, and admitted to his lust for Harry. No more Chocolate Butterbeer before traumatic events, Draco promises himself.
"Draco?"
"What?"
"Did I just hear you properly?" Harry asks, eyes wide.
"Probably."
"Then why are you angry at me? And why are we fighting?"
"You're too calm. I mean, I just froze your hands! And we always fight."
"That can change."
"Which part?" Draco asks spitefully.
"Draco?"
"What now?"
"Are we going to sit here and argue all day?" Harry asks miserably.
"Anything better to do?"
"Well, there's classes -"
"I'll pass." Draco sneaks a look at Harry. He isn't calm anymore. He looks like he's screwing up his courage. "Well, since you're not so calm anymore -"
He doesn't get time to finish. In one quick move, Harry has come forward and claims Draco's lips with his own. Draco doesn't even have time for the "eep" he thought he'd utter if and when Harry came anywhere near him. The bottle of Chocolate Butterbeer falls to the ground, forgotten. Neither of them hear two doors opening; one from Snape's office and one from the corridor.
A/N- I think this needs an extra chapter. What do you think? Just for the consequences...
Author: Penny blue-eyes
Rating: erm... PG-ish?
Summary: Harry/Draco slash, with Chocolate Butterbeer thrown in.
A/N- If you don't like slash, do us both a favour and don't read it. We'll both be happier that way. As to the Chocolate Butterbeer bit, I figure if you can have Vanilla Coke, chocolate flavoured Butterbeer shouldn't be such a problem. I mean, I had to have *something...*
***
"I am Harry, thy God."
***
Draco watches. It doesn't matter, because it doesn't bother anyone. Potter never notices it.
Draco loves the way his green eyes glow somehow, and watches in horror as they grow soft when he talks to the "Mini Weasel." He can't believe that they turn to a misty, apple leaf colour as he looks at the mousy little girl, his best friend's little sister. Weasel would kill him.
Yes, Draco loves to watch Potter for two reasons. One, it fulfills *his* dreams and he likes to indulge. Two, he's a coward. He can't actually speak to Potter. Contrary to popular belief, he'd rather "eep" and run away than say "Hi, mate, what's happening?"
But something has to give.
Was he just being fanciful, or did Potter's eyes flick over to him a few times at breakfast? And was it a playful shove from Weasel, an accident or something planned that had him stumbling against Draco in the Potion line?
By Merlin, Draco will find out. His practised eye, making easy work of the whole "don't let him know you're looking at him" thing, quickly sweeps over Potter, taking in everything from his untidy hair to his shoes. Draco loves those shoes. So sensible, yet... sensual somehow.
Maybe Draco is going insane. After all, it's been ten hours since the second greatest love of his life has showed up. Chocolate Butterbeer.
Funny, he muses while watching Potter and Weasel - by the looks of things - tease the Mudblood. In retaliation, she deliberately uses a Severing Charm on the bottom of their robes. Potter's trousers are just a *little* too tight and shape those legs.
Is she torturing Potter, or himself, Draco?
Still, he goes back to his thoughts. Chocolate Butterbeer had been invented about six months ago, and he'd been hooked ever since. It tasted... like he'd always expected Potter to taste. Intoxicating and rich.
Maybe that's why he liked it so much. It was Potter in a bottle.
Draco is *trying* - by Merlin, he is trying - to keep his mind on Snape's lesson. But what is Snape - sallow, greasy haired Snape with his lessons on Freezing Solutions, compared to his fantasies about a God and the best drink invented by wizards?
Yes, Potter is his God.
Draco is afraid he's about to drool - or whimper. A plan is now fixed firmly in his mind, as if his brain has been working without his consent. He has to confront Potter. He needs to know whether Potter feels the same way - heck, maybe he just needs to scream out his frustrations that Potter can make him feel this way!
Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, Saint of all who know him. The guy surrounded by a halo of fans. Draco's private fantasy.
The bell goes, and Draco silently thanks whatever powers might be out there before pulling a Chocolate Butterbeer from his school bag and opening it. Ah... life.
Now for Potter. But what about Weasel and the Mudblood? How can he seperate them from Potter, the light for their moth-ness? It's just impossible.
Or not. Draco deliberately spills his bottle of Freezing Solution all over Potter's bag, so that not only does the bag stick to the floor, Potter's hand sticks to the bag and freezes. Both Weasel and Mudblood yell out, and Weasel pulls out his wand.
"Leave it, you guys," Potter says in despair; his wand hand is covered in ice. He grabs at it with his left hand, freezing that as well.
After making the usual promises of waiting for him, Weasel and Mudblood leave. Leave him - Draco - with Potter.
So there are miracles.
"You know, Draco," Potter says, tugging uselessly, "you could have just asked to talk to me. This wasn't needed. A little help?"
Unable to think of anything but the fact that Potter has used his name, Draco just stares. "Draco!" Potter says sharply.
"Oh." Draco pulls out his wand. "*Incendio*. What do you mean? Why would I want to talk to you?"
"I'm not stupid, Draco," Potter - Harry? replies. "If someone ogles at me all the time, I'll find out why, come Hell or high water. So, let's talk. Why are you looking at me?"
"Maybe I just think you're exceptionally stupid," Draco replies, stung that Harry can pick out his attraction so easily. Then he curses himself. This isn't going the way he'd planned.
"But Draco, you always think that, without needing to look at me. And besides, if you think I'm stupid, why do you look so hurt when I talk to Ginny? Or even Hermione?" For a guy who's just had his hands frozen, Harry Potter is very calm. "By the way, you can stop calling Hermione "mudblood" now. And Ron "weasel."
"Why would I do that? I'm hot for you, not Hermione or Ron." Oh, Merlin! Draco shouts mentally. He's just killed himself in one fell swoop. He's called Ron and Hermione - Ron and Hermione! - by their names, and admitted to his lust for Harry. No more Chocolate Butterbeer before traumatic events, Draco promises himself.
"Draco?"
"What?"
"Did I just hear you properly?" Harry asks, eyes wide.
"Probably."
"Then why are you angry at me? And why are we fighting?"
"You're too calm. I mean, I just froze your hands! And we always fight."
"That can change."
"Which part?" Draco asks spitefully.
"Draco?"
"What now?"
"Are we going to sit here and argue all day?" Harry asks miserably.
"Anything better to do?"
"Well, there's classes -"
"I'll pass." Draco sneaks a look at Harry. He isn't calm anymore. He looks like he's screwing up his courage. "Well, since you're not so calm anymore -"
He doesn't get time to finish. In one quick move, Harry has come forward and claims Draco's lips with his own. Draco doesn't even have time for the "eep" he thought he'd utter if and when Harry came anywhere near him. The bottle of Chocolate Butterbeer falls to the ground, forgotten. Neither of them hear two doors opening; one from Snape's office and one from the corridor.
A/N- I think this needs an extra chapter. What do you think? Just for the consequences...