Twenty minutes late. Harry was actually twenty minutes late to the first
class of the year. Twenty minutes late the first class of his very last
year at Hogwarts. Damnit! He'd promised himself that he wouldn't be late
anymore. It was kinda like a New Years resolution except in the middle of
August. Unfortunately, Harry never could keep his New Years Resolutions,
and obviously his Middle of August Resolution followed that same path.
At the moment he was running down one of the corridors at full speed hoping like hell Snape wouldn't give him too much shit for being late. Just as he skidded around the corner leading to the dungeons he ran smack into someone. Even as he was falling he knew exactly who the person would be just because of his shitty, shitty luck.
He looked up from the ground and frowned. So his luck was worse than he thought it was because obviously he'd run into the hottest guy in the whole entire world who also happened to be Draco Malfoy. He cursed at his luck. "Damn."
"Watch it Potter." Draco glared, wiping at the imaginary lint on his shirt.
"Sorry." Harry said, his eyebrows raising as he looked Draco up and down.
"Why Potter, I do believe you're checking me out." Draco said, his lips curving into a satisfied grin. "Like what you see?"
"Yeah." Harry said before he could stop himself. When he realized what he said he closed his eyes, bunched up his nose, and shook his head at his own stupidity. "I mean."
"It's okay Potter. Everyone knows I'm hot. I can't blame you for following the crowd." Draco smirked.
"So you're not gonna make fun of me in front of everyone?" Harry asked hopefully.
Draco laughed. "I said I don't blame you. I didn't say anything about not making fun of you. But don't worry, I'll tire of it in a few weeks."
Harry cringed. "You going to potions?"
"Yes. You?"
"Yeah."
"You want to ogle me as we go?"
Harry thought about it for a second. Draco was going to make his life a living hell over this anyway, might as well get all he could out of the situation. "Yeah."
With that Draco took one final look at him and turned to leave. "Come Potter."
He knew he looked like a puppy dog following Draco down the hallway, practically drooling, but he really honestly didn't give a shit. One look at Draco with his spiky blond hair, incredibly sexy tan, and built body that could be seen through his gray muscle-T and anyone would be following him around like a puppy dog. And just how the hell did he get that tan? He was never that tan before.
There was nothing Harry could do but thank all the gods there ever were, muggle or wizard, that Dumbeldore had finally decided to let the students wear normal clothing cause just looking at Draco with his tight shirt and his stone-wash jeans was starting to get him horny. Which he wasn't sure would be a good thing or a bad thing in the long run, but at the moment it was a very, very good thing He took another look and thought, a really, really, really good thing.
Not that Harry himself had come back to his last year of Hogwarts unchanged. He'd grown his hair out and now his hair was shaggy and just perfect for the dreads Hermione swore she'd kill him over if he were ever stupid enough to put them in. During his fifth year he'd gotten contacts and this year he decided to wear his green tinted ones just to give his eyes that much more pull, not to mention his sudden growth spurt over the summer and how well his work-out regiment had worked for him. He knew he was hot, he just hoped Draco agreed because he knew there was no way of getting that boy out of his head now.
Harry was snapped out of his thoughts as he smack face first into the potions door. He instinctively covered his throbbing nose with his hand and looked over at Draco who seemed to be trying with all his might to keep from laughing.
"Doors, Potter." Draco said as he opened it. "You have to open them. See?"
Harry mumbled something unintelligible under his breath and walked in as Draco held the door open for him, a grin planted firmly on Draco's face. He looked around for a seat, but the only one he could find was up front, the one directly in front of Snape's desk. For a second he thought about popping a squat on the floor right where he was, but then decided against it and sulked to the open table. He did crack a smile when Draco slid into the seat next to him. That is until Snape swooped down on him.
"Fashionably late as usual Potter?" Snape hissed. "Is this how you're going to spend the short time you have left at Hogwarts? As a total screw-up and showing up pathologically late?"
"Um." Harry looked at his desk nervously. "No Sir?"
"Well that's nice to hear Mr. Potter. But you'll still be spending your first night here in detention." Snape sneered. "Ten points from Gryffindor."
"But we don't even have any points yet." Neville said incredulously.
"Ten more Mr. Longbottom. Keep it up and you'll be in the hole so far you won't be able to climb your way out." Snape glared at Neville before glancing at Harry. Then he turned away and began his class. "Today we'll be."
It only took a few seconds before Harry's mind was totally lost on whatever Snape was saying and was instead hooked on Draco again. Unfortunately for him that wasn't a good thing because ten minutes later when he got his directions for his potion that he had no clue how to make he was totally screwed. To make things worse the potion blew up in his face and the rest of the day he had to walk around with a blue face.
"You've had a pretty shitty day haven't you?" Ron asked as they were climbing into bed.
"Yes." Harry grumbled and put his glasses he wore at night on the nightstand. "It sucked."
"How long until your face goes back to normal?" Ron yawned and settled himself in the bed.
"Snape said it should be gone by tomorrow."
"Wouldn't that suck if it didn't go away?"
"Yes Ron, that would truly suck." Harry said flatly.
"Did you see Malfoy today? He's looking good."
"Yes Ron, I sat next to him in potions remember? He was the one who fell out of his seat laughing when my potion blew up."
"He wasn't the only one. Did you see all the looks people were giving you today? Someone thought you'd gone crazy over the summer and were on some kind of Braveheart kick."
"And who was that?"
"Well me, but."
"Goodnight Ron."
"Night Harry."
That night Harry dreamt Draco got a puppy, a cute little shaggy brown puppy with huge green eyes. The little puppy followed him around wherever he went and licked him every chance he got. The next morning Harry woke up and smacked himself for even subconsciously thinking he was Draco's dog. But then again, he thought it wouldn't be too bad since he'd get to lick him. That was when Harry decided that this was, in fact, a bad thing. A very, very bad thing. * * * * * * * * * * * *
At the moment he was running down one of the corridors at full speed hoping like hell Snape wouldn't give him too much shit for being late. Just as he skidded around the corner leading to the dungeons he ran smack into someone. Even as he was falling he knew exactly who the person would be just because of his shitty, shitty luck.
He looked up from the ground and frowned. So his luck was worse than he thought it was because obviously he'd run into the hottest guy in the whole entire world who also happened to be Draco Malfoy. He cursed at his luck. "Damn."
"Watch it Potter." Draco glared, wiping at the imaginary lint on his shirt.
"Sorry." Harry said, his eyebrows raising as he looked Draco up and down.
"Why Potter, I do believe you're checking me out." Draco said, his lips curving into a satisfied grin. "Like what you see?"
"Yeah." Harry said before he could stop himself. When he realized what he said he closed his eyes, bunched up his nose, and shook his head at his own stupidity. "I mean."
"It's okay Potter. Everyone knows I'm hot. I can't blame you for following the crowd." Draco smirked.
"So you're not gonna make fun of me in front of everyone?" Harry asked hopefully.
Draco laughed. "I said I don't blame you. I didn't say anything about not making fun of you. But don't worry, I'll tire of it in a few weeks."
Harry cringed. "You going to potions?"
"Yes. You?"
"Yeah."
"You want to ogle me as we go?"
Harry thought about it for a second. Draco was going to make his life a living hell over this anyway, might as well get all he could out of the situation. "Yeah."
With that Draco took one final look at him and turned to leave. "Come Potter."
He knew he looked like a puppy dog following Draco down the hallway, practically drooling, but he really honestly didn't give a shit. One look at Draco with his spiky blond hair, incredibly sexy tan, and built body that could be seen through his gray muscle-T and anyone would be following him around like a puppy dog. And just how the hell did he get that tan? He was never that tan before.
There was nothing Harry could do but thank all the gods there ever were, muggle or wizard, that Dumbeldore had finally decided to let the students wear normal clothing cause just looking at Draco with his tight shirt and his stone-wash jeans was starting to get him horny. Which he wasn't sure would be a good thing or a bad thing in the long run, but at the moment it was a very, very good thing He took another look and thought, a really, really, really good thing.
Not that Harry himself had come back to his last year of Hogwarts unchanged. He'd grown his hair out and now his hair was shaggy and just perfect for the dreads Hermione swore she'd kill him over if he were ever stupid enough to put them in. During his fifth year he'd gotten contacts and this year he decided to wear his green tinted ones just to give his eyes that much more pull, not to mention his sudden growth spurt over the summer and how well his work-out regiment had worked for him. He knew he was hot, he just hoped Draco agreed because he knew there was no way of getting that boy out of his head now.
Harry was snapped out of his thoughts as he smack face first into the potions door. He instinctively covered his throbbing nose with his hand and looked over at Draco who seemed to be trying with all his might to keep from laughing.
"Doors, Potter." Draco said as he opened it. "You have to open them. See?"
Harry mumbled something unintelligible under his breath and walked in as Draco held the door open for him, a grin planted firmly on Draco's face. He looked around for a seat, but the only one he could find was up front, the one directly in front of Snape's desk. For a second he thought about popping a squat on the floor right where he was, but then decided against it and sulked to the open table. He did crack a smile when Draco slid into the seat next to him. That is until Snape swooped down on him.
"Fashionably late as usual Potter?" Snape hissed. "Is this how you're going to spend the short time you have left at Hogwarts? As a total screw-up and showing up pathologically late?"
"Um." Harry looked at his desk nervously. "No Sir?"
"Well that's nice to hear Mr. Potter. But you'll still be spending your first night here in detention." Snape sneered. "Ten points from Gryffindor."
"But we don't even have any points yet." Neville said incredulously.
"Ten more Mr. Longbottom. Keep it up and you'll be in the hole so far you won't be able to climb your way out." Snape glared at Neville before glancing at Harry. Then he turned away and began his class. "Today we'll be."
It only took a few seconds before Harry's mind was totally lost on whatever Snape was saying and was instead hooked on Draco again. Unfortunately for him that wasn't a good thing because ten minutes later when he got his directions for his potion that he had no clue how to make he was totally screwed. To make things worse the potion blew up in his face and the rest of the day he had to walk around with a blue face.
"You've had a pretty shitty day haven't you?" Ron asked as they were climbing into bed.
"Yes." Harry grumbled and put his glasses he wore at night on the nightstand. "It sucked."
"How long until your face goes back to normal?" Ron yawned and settled himself in the bed.
"Snape said it should be gone by tomorrow."
"Wouldn't that suck if it didn't go away?"
"Yes Ron, that would truly suck." Harry said flatly.
"Did you see Malfoy today? He's looking good."
"Yes Ron, I sat next to him in potions remember? He was the one who fell out of his seat laughing when my potion blew up."
"He wasn't the only one. Did you see all the looks people were giving you today? Someone thought you'd gone crazy over the summer and were on some kind of Braveheart kick."
"And who was that?"
"Well me, but."
"Goodnight Ron."
"Night Harry."
That night Harry dreamt Draco got a puppy, a cute little shaggy brown puppy with huge green eyes. The little puppy followed him around wherever he went and licked him every chance he got. The next morning Harry woke up and smacked himself for even subconsciously thinking he was Draco's dog. But then again, he thought it wouldn't be too bad since he'd get to lick him. That was when Harry decided that this was, in fact, a bad thing. A very, very bad thing. * * * * * * * * * * * *