Title: Idioteque
Author: Jendle
E-mail: jenny.preston@virgin.net
Disclaimers: Not mine, JKR's, except for the title which is also the title of a song by the god-like geniuses Radiohead. Don't sue me cos my life saving are down to 47p now and I still have Christmas pressie to buy (eek)
Spoilers: Don't think so...not yet, anyway.
Date: 12/11/01
Summary: Draco is staring at Harry, who is staring at Seamus
Warnings: Slash. If you don't like, don't read.
Archive: Yes to the HPSlash archive, anywhere else just ask.
Notes: This is my response to a challenge, which went thusly: 'Draco threw back his head, laughing insanely until he realized the whole class was staring at him and sat down, blushing wildly.' And I have no idea where I found it, so please don't ask...
**
Draco sat in Potions and sulked, letting Pansy Parkinson make notes on what they had to do. In fact, he wasn't sulking, he was staring out of the corner of his eye at Potter, who was staring out of the corner of his eye at Finnegan's arse. Because as far as Draco could tell, Potter had developed an obsession with Finnegan. And not, unsurprisingly, on Draco. So yes, alright, maybe he was sulking, but mostly staring.
"Staring at Finnegan's arse?" he asked sneeringly as they left the classroom at the end of the lesson.
"Why, would you prefer it if he was staring at yours?" Hermione interrupted from behind before grabbing Harry's arm and dragging him off down the corridor before he could reply.
*
"Harry, I've told you, if you don't want people to notice, don't stare all the time," Hermione muttered in annoyance as she walked with him to Quidditch practice.
"But I don't mean to..." Harry said.
"You were, though. Look, either stop staring or stop whingeing when Malfoy notices. Or you could just tell Seamus."
Harry choked. "Tell Seamus? Are you mad? He'd never speak to me again!"
"You thought I'd never speak to you again when I found out," Hermione reminded him.
"But you're...well...you," Harry said feebly. She had a point, logically, but Harry wasn't feeling particularly logical, and nothing else about the situation was.
Hermione looked at him. "My, aren't we the genius today," she said.
"You're turning into McGonnagal," Harry informed her. "Look, I'll be skinned alive if I'm late for practice again."
"See you at dinner, then," Hermione said, and walked off.
Harry shook his head and wandered despondently into the changing rooms. He wished he hadn't told Hermione now...although wait, he hadn't told Hermione, she'd guessed. Which he thought couldn't be too bad, seeing as Hermione knew everything. Of course, if Draco Malfoy had noticed, then perhaps he was being obvious. Unless Draco was watching him all the time, but that was ridiculous. You can only take spying on your enemy so far. Unless...no, he wasn't going there. It was enough trouble wanting Seamus, admitting to Hermione that more than he wanted Seamus, he wanted Draco Malfoy, would be far too scary. So much for Gryffindor courage.
*
*
Pansy threw herself onto a sofa in the Slytherin common room and pouted at Draco. Gods, did she think she was being seductive? Draco held back a shudder at the thought and just looked at her coolly.
"Draaaco," she whined, "why are you always sulking all the time? I'm bored."
"Go and be bored at Blaise, then," he told her. "I'm going to the library."
"Why?"
To get away from you. "Herbology essay. I can't afford any more crap marks."
Pansy raised her eyebrows. "You're worried about Herbology?"
"A bad grade at Christmas is a bad grade at Christmas, Pansy. You know my father," he said.
"I'll come too," she said.
"No, you won't. I told you: go and be bored at Blaise," he said, trying not to sound too hasty.
He grabbed his books and was out of the common room before she could say anything else. It was becoming more and more difficult to avoid throttling her these days.
Author: Jendle
E-mail: jenny.preston@virgin.net
Disclaimers: Not mine, JKR's, except for the title which is also the title of a song by the god-like geniuses Radiohead. Don't sue me cos my life saving are down to 47p now and I still have Christmas pressie to buy (eek)
Spoilers: Don't think so...not yet, anyway.
Date: 12/11/01
Summary: Draco is staring at Harry, who is staring at Seamus
Warnings: Slash. If you don't like, don't read.
Archive: Yes to the HPSlash archive, anywhere else just ask.
Notes: This is my response to a challenge, which went thusly: 'Draco threw back his head, laughing insanely until he realized the whole class was staring at him and sat down, blushing wildly.' And I have no idea where I found it, so please don't ask...
**
Draco sat in Potions and sulked, letting Pansy Parkinson make notes on what they had to do. In fact, he wasn't sulking, he was staring out of the corner of his eye at Potter, who was staring out of the corner of his eye at Finnegan's arse. Because as far as Draco could tell, Potter had developed an obsession with Finnegan. And not, unsurprisingly, on Draco. So yes, alright, maybe he was sulking, but mostly staring.
"Staring at Finnegan's arse?" he asked sneeringly as they left the classroom at the end of the lesson.
"Why, would you prefer it if he was staring at yours?" Hermione interrupted from behind before grabbing Harry's arm and dragging him off down the corridor before he could reply.
*
"Harry, I've told you, if you don't want people to notice, don't stare all the time," Hermione muttered in annoyance as she walked with him to Quidditch practice.
"But I don't mean to..." Harry said.
"You were, though. Look, either stop staring or stop whingeing when Malfoy notices. Or you could just tell Seamus."
Harry choked. "Tell Seamus? Are you mad? He'd never speak to me again!"
"You thought I'd never speak to you again when I found out," Hermione reminded him.
"But you're...well...you," Harry said feebly. She had a point, logically, but Harry wasn't feeling particularly logical, and nothing else about the situation was.
Hermione looked at him. "My, aren't we the genius today," she said.
"You're turning into McGonnagal," Harry informed her. "Look, I'll be skinned alive if I'm late for practice again."
"See you at dinner, then," Hermione said, and walked off.
Harry shook his head and wandered despondently into the changing rooms. He wished he hadn't told Hermione now...although wait, he hadn't told Hermione, she'd guessed. Which he thought couldn't be too bad, seeing as Hermione knew everything. Of course, if Draco Malfoy had noticed, then perhaps he was being obvious. Unless Draco was watching him all the time, but that was ridiculous. You can only take spying on your enemy so far. Unless...no, he wasn't going there. It was enough trouble wanting Seamus, admitting to Hermione that more than he wanted Seamus, he wanted Draco Malfoy, would be far too scary. So much for Gryffindor courage.
*
*
Pansy threw herself onto a sofa in the Slytherin common room and pouted at Draco. Gods, did she think she was being seductive? Draco held back a shudder at the thought and just looked at her coolly.
"Draaaco," she whined, "why are you always sulking all the time? I'm bored."
"Go and be bored at Blaise, then," he told her. "I'm going to the library."
"Why?"
To get away from you. "Herbology essay. I can't afford any more crap marks."
Pansy raised her eyebrows. "You're worried about Herbology?"
"A bad grade at Christmas is a bad grade at Christmas, Pansy. You know my father," he said.
"I'll come too," she said.
"No, you won't. I told you: go and be bored at Blaise," he said, trying not to sound too hasty.
He grabbed his books and was out of the common room before she could say anything else. It was becoming more and more difficult to avoid throttling her these days.