Yay Tool - how I love them. I've been seeing this story in my twisted
little mind for some time now, every time I here this song. Finally got
around to typing it. And finishing it. Yay! That's gotta be a first for me.
In this, Draco's words finally make Harry snap. Oh, how he snaps. Mmm, pointless sex. Nothing better, man!
And while I'm here, am I the only one who likes Draco X Harry? Nobody's even bothered with my other one up here. Does it suck? Review and tell me, please! I wanna know so I never do it again!
Ticks and Leeches
-Tool
Suck and suck
Suckin up all you can, suckin up all you can suck
Workin up under my patience like a little tick
Fat little parasite
Suck me dry
My friend bruised and borrowed You thieving bastards
You have turned my blood cold and bitter
Beat my compassion black and blue
Hope this is what you wanted
Hope this is what you had in mind
Cuz this is what you're getting
I hope you're choking I hope you choke on this
I hope you're choking I hope you choke on this
Taken all I can, taken all I can, we can take
Taken all you can, taken all you can fuckin take
Got nothing left to give to you
Blood suckin parasitic little tick (blood suckin parasitic little tick)
Blood suckin parasitic little tick
Take what you want and then go
Hope this is what you wanted
Hope this is what you had in mind
Cuz this is what you're getting
Suck me dry Suck me dry Suck me dry
Suck - Suck me dry
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you had in mind?
Is this what you wanted?
Cuz this this is what you're getting
I hope (I hope, I hope) you choke
Harry raced down the stairs to the dank dungeons, late once again.
He'd be lucky if all Snape did was extract more house points from Gryphendor. He'd only taken ten away all week - he'd be itching for the chance to take more at the drop of a hat.
Finally rounding the final corner of the winding hallways, he skidded to a halt in front of the heavy Potions room door, heaving it open. He entered the room, all eyes on his panting figure as he slinked to his seat.
"How kind of you to grace us with your presence. At last," Professor Snape growled sarcastically from the front of the room. "Five points from Gryphendor. I expect you to show impeccable punctuality from now on, Potter."
Harry slumped into his seat, trying to hide from the snickering faces of Slytherines around the room.
"Don't mind him, Harry. The big git," Ron whispered, "Was waiting for you to show up."
"Yah, to torment me in front of everyone. Again." Harry snarled. "Nothing new."
Snape gave them instructions for the day's Memory potion, "Should help you get to class on time, Potter," and Harry paired with Ron to get started. Hermione was helping Neville at the same table. To the group's dismay, Draco and his clique moved to sit at the table in front of them. The blonde flashed a flippant grin at Harry.
"Hey Potter - why were you so late? Get lost? I mean, you've only had this class for years now. It must be so hard to find your way."
Harry leaned over Ron to get their essence of toad's breath.
Draco reclined over their tabletop, leaning into Harry's space. "What's wrong? Wonder boy has no comeback to little old me?"
"Shove it, Malfoy."
A dirty grin spread across Draco's face, sparkling in his eyes. He moved to follow Harry, whispering in his ear, "Shove it where?"
Harry pulled back from the taller boy, refusing to give into his teasing and games. But Draco wouldn't take no for an answer; he pressed, and Harry snapped back under his breath, "Just shove off, Malfoy. Up Goyle's ass for all I care."
Draco turned around and leaned his own trim ass on the edge of the workbench. "Nice try. He's not exactly my type you know, Potter." He looked over his shoulder, arms crossed and face trademark Malfoy-cocky.
"Ha! Damn right you little turd, you'd have to find someone as slimy and disgusting as you," Ron broke in. "Like a worm."
The blonde spun slowly to face Ron, leaning up into the boy's face until their noses almost brushed. "Did I ask you, worm?"
Ron's pale face flamed under his freckles, making him look like a torch. Draco's shoulders quivered as he laughed at the boy.
"I trust you are working on your potion, Mr. Malfoy?" Snape broke in.
"Yes, Sir," Draco said as he turned on his heel to face his own work. He rapidly began to start his potion.
Harry heaved a sigh and let his shoulders untense as both he and Ron cooled down. He sliced the fairy's toadstools tenderly, dipping them into the rapidly boiling concoction in their cauldron.
"You two should really just ignore him. He just asks for trouble, and not for himself," Hermione reproached.
"I know," Ron muttered. Harry mumbled an agreement. "Stupid ass, big- mouthed git."
"What was that, Weasel?" Draco drawled, leaning back on his hands and looking at the group again. "You shouldn't talk to Potter like that."
"Only when I'm talking about you, big-mouthed, stupid ass git."
"You're just jealous."
Ron snorted. "Of you? That's rich."
"Unlike you," Draco said.
Another beet-red flush rose to Ron's face, deep in his cheeks as the rest of his face paled with anger. "Shut the fuck up, Malfoy," he said slowly, calculating his words carefully.
"Or what?"
"Or I'll beat yer face in," Harry growled, standing up to his full height. Which wasn't very intimidating, especially next to Ron's tall frame.
"Aww - how sweet. Standing up for each other."
Harry fumed, "Yah. It's called friendship. Which you wouldn't know if it bit you on the ass." Hermione grabbed his shoulder, trying to ground him before he exploded.
"What was that about my ass, Potter," Draco said, cupping a hand to his ear and leaning closer to Harry, pretending he hadn't heard. "What? I know you like my ass, but you didn't really have to tell the whole class, do you?" His voice was loud; faces turned to them, and Harry knew that even the ones not showing it were listening in, alert and nosey.
"Shove it, you snake!" Harry hissed quietly.
"Oo - yah, shove it to me, please, I want you to ..." Malfoy purred sarcastically, leaning across the tabletop, hands splayed across the roots Harry was stripping. He inched closer to Harry's face, breath gently tickling against his dry mouth. "Yah, you want to shove it to me, huh, you little ..."
"Potter! Malfoy!" Snape's voice echoed through the classroom, demanding attention. "There shall be no more of this in my classroom. Your personal exploits are not to be discussed here," he said, raising a collective nervous giggle from the class. He let the noise die down before he demanded everyone to get back to work.
Draco pulled back from Harry's face and slowly turned back to his table, but not before finishing, " ... Yah, Potter, you like this side of me, huh, you little fag."
Hermione stared at the blonde in disbelief. Harry unconsciously shook and dashed around the table and grabbed a handful of Malfoy's robes. Before he knew what he was doing, he had Draco pinned back on his table and was looming over the boy.
Draco took a moment to get over his shock, then started laughing. "I knew it, Potter. I've got yer number, all right." He laughed harder, straining his neck up closer to the other boy. He grinned, laughing almost against Harry's lips. In a low, throaty voice, he said, "You wanna fuck me, Potter."
With that, Harry threw the boy across the table onto the floor and launched at him, preparing to smear him into the floor, but Snape grabbed his raised arm after appearing next to him very suddenly.
"That's it, Potter - detention!"
Harry clenched his teeth and glared at the greasy man looming over him. Draco slowly rose to his feet and chuckled behind his hand, making no effort to hide it.
He should have.
"What're you laughing at, Malfoy?" Snape said, voice lowering a little as he turned to his favorite pupil. "You too. Detention. Tonight."
"But - but Sir ..." the blonde stammered, finding it hard to talk with his jaw dropped in shock.
Harry and Ron both bit their respective tongues to hold in their own bitter laughter.
Snape turned from the seething group. "Potter, you are to move to the table in front, so I can keep an eye on you." Still seething, Harry collected an arm's load of ingredients as Ron grabbed the rest.
"Mr. Weasely is to stay where he is," Snape said without turning around. "And I expect you to make a successful potion alone before class is over, Mister Potter."
Harry moved, taking two trips to collect everything he needed, meaning he passed Draco twice. Both times the blonde flashed him dirty, cruel looks.
Harry ignored him.
He worked as fast as he could on his potion, but half of the class had already finished when he was only on step two; Snape started his round of the room, grading them.
He stopped over Harry's cauldron with a particularly cruel look on his sallow face. "I see. Ten points taken from Gryphendor, Potter. And I expect exemplary behavior out of you next class," he said as he jotted another failing grade down in his book next to the boy's name.
He circled the rest of the class with a sly, pleased look on his face. He obviously felt better after failing Harry. It always seemed to brighten his day.
"Class dismissed. I expect you two - Potter, Malfoy - to report here for detention promptly at nine. No excuses."
Harry huffed and cleaned up his desk. Ron came over to help him, joined by Hermione shortly after.
"That bastard - I can't believe how he's treating you now! Where does he ... When did he ... Gawd, I hate the fucker!" Ron fumed.
"You shouldn't listen to him," Hermione repeated.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Heard it before, Herm. Heard it today."
"Yes, but it's true! He's pushing all the buttons he can, Harry, and you play to him the way he wants every time."
"But all that shit he was spewing today? Where'd that all come from? He's just asking to be pounded." Ron slammed his fist into his open palm. "I'm gonna show 'im a good ol' Muggle-style beating, all right. You with me, Harry?"
"Yah. Sure. Right next to ya," Harry fumed, storming out of the room next to his tall friend, Hermione bounding along behind them.
In this, Draco's words finally make Harry snap. Oh, how he snaps. Mmm, pointless sex. Nothing better, man!
And while I'm here, am I the only one who likes Draco X Harry? Nobody's even bothered with my other one up here. Does it suck? Review and tell me, please! I wanna know so I never do it again!
Ticks and Leeches
-Tool
Suck and suck
Suckin up all you can, suckin up all you can suck
Workin up under my patience like a little tick
Fat little parasite
Suck me dry
My friend bruised and borrowed You thieving bastards
You have turned my blood cold and bitter
Beat my compassion black and blue
Hope this is what you wanted
Hope this is what you had in mind
Cuz this is what you're getting
I hope you're choking I hope you choke on this
I hope you're choking I hope you choke on this
Taken all I can, taken all I can, we can take
Taken all you can, taken all you can fuckin take
Got nothing left to give to you
Blood suckin parasitic little tick (blood suckin parasitic little tick)
Blood suckin parasitic little tick
Take what you want and then go
Hope this is what you wanted
Hope this is what you had in mind
Cuz this is what you're getting
Suck me dry Suck me dry Suck me dry
Suck - Suck me dry
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you had in mind?
Is this what you wanted?
Cuz this this is what you're getting
I hope (I hope, I hope) you choke
Harry raced down the stairs to the dank dungeons, late once again.
He'd be lucky if all Snape did was extract more house points from Gryphendor. He'd only taken ten away all week - he'd be itching for the chance to take more at the drop of a hat.
Finally rounding the final corner of the winding hallways, he skidded to a halt in front of the heavy Potions room door, heaving it open. He entered the room, all eyes on his panting figure as he slinked to his seat.
"How kind of you to grace us with your presence. At last," Professor Snape growled sarcastically from the front of the room. "Five points from Gryphendor. I expect you to show impeccable punctuality from now on, Potter."
Harry slumped into his seat, trying to hide from the snickering faces of Slytherines around the room.
"Don't mind him, Harry. The big git," Ron whispered, "Was waiting for you to show up."
"Yah, to torment me in front of everyone. Again." Harry snarled. "Nothing new."
Snape gave them instructions for the day's Memory potion, "Should help you get to class on time, Potter," and Harry paired with Ron to get started. Hermione was helping Neville at the same table. To the group's dismay, Draco and his clique moved to sit at the table in front of them. The blonde flashed a flippant grin at Harry.
"Hey Potter - why were you so late? Get lost? I mean, you've only had this class for years now. It must be so hard to find your way."
Harry leaned over Ron to get their essence of toad's breath.
Draco reclined over their tabletop, leaning into Harry's space. "What's wrong? Wonder boy has no comeback to little old me?"
"Shove it, Malfoy."
A dirty grin spread across Draco's face, sparkling in his eyes. He moved to follow Harry, whispering in his ear, "Shove it where?"
Harry pulled back from the taller boy, refusing to give into his teasing and games. But Draco wouldn't take no for an answer; he pressed, and Harry snapped back under his breath, "Just shove off, Malfoy. Up Goyle's ass for all I care."
Draco turned around and leaned his own trim ass on the edge of the workbench. "Nice try. He's not exactly my type you know, Potter." He looked over his shoulder, arms crossed and face trademark Malfoy-cocky.
"Ha! Damn right you little turd, you'd have to find someone as slimy and disgusting as you," Ron broke in. "Like a worm."
The blonde spun slowly to face Ron, leaning up into the boy's face until their noses almost brushed. "Did I ask you, worm?"
Ron's pale face flamed under his freckles, making him look like a torch. Draco's shoulders quivered as he laughed at the boy.
"I trust you are working on your potion, Mr. Malfoy?" Snape broke in.
"Yes, Sir," Draco said as he turned on his heel to face his own work. He rapidly began to start his potion.
Harry heaved a sigh and let his shoulders untense as both he and Ron cooled down. He sliced the fairy's toadstools tenderly, dipping them into the rapidly boiling concoction in their cauldron.
"You two should really just ignore him. He just asks for trouble, and not for himself," Hermione reproached.
"I know," Ron muttered. Harry mumbled an agreement. "Stupid ass, big- mouthed git."
"What was that, Weasel?" Draco drawled, leaning back on his hands and looking at the group again. "You shouldn't talk to Potter like that."
"Only when I'm talking about you, big-mouthed, stupid ass git."
"You're just jealous."
Ron snorted. "Of you? That's rich."
"Unlike you," Draco said.
Another beet-red flush rose to Ron's face, deep in his cheeks as the rest of his face paled with anger. "Shut the fuck up, Malfoy," he said slowly, calculating his words carefully.
"Or what?"
"Or I'll beat yer face in," Harry growled, standing up to his full height. Which wasn't very intimidating, especially next to Ron's tall frame.
"Aww - how sweet. Standing up for each other."
Harry fumed, "Yah. It's called friendship. Which you wouldn't know if it bit you on the ass." Hermione grabbed his shoulder, trying to ground him before he exploded.
"What was that about my ass, Potter," Draco said, cupping a hand to his ear and leaning closer to Harry, pretending he hadn't heard. "What? I know you like my ass, but you didn't really have to tell the whole class, do you?" His voice was loud; faces turned to them, and Harry knew that even the ones not showing it were listening in, alert and nosey.
"Shove it, you snake!" Harry hissed quietly.
"Oo - yah, shove it to me, please, I want you to ..." Malfoy purred sarcastically, leaning across the tabletop, hands splayed across the roots Harry was stripping. He inched closer to Harry's face, breath gently tickling against his dry mouth. "Yah, you want to shove it to me, huh, you little ..."
"Potter! Malfoy!" Snape's voice echoed through the classroom, demanding attention. "There shall be no more of this in my classroom. Your personal exploits are not to be discussed here," he said, raising a collective nervous giggle from the class. He let the noise die down before he demanded everyone to get back to work.
Draco pulled back from Harry's face and slowly turned back to his table, but not before finishing, " ... Yah, Potter, you like this side of me, huh, you little fag."
Hermione stared at the blonde in disbelief. Harry unconsciously shook and dashed around the table and grabbed a handful of Malfoy's robes. Before he knew what he was doing, he had Draco pinned back on his table and was looming over the boy.
Draco took a moment to get over his shock, then started laughing. "I knew it, Potter. I've got yer number, all right." He laughed harder, straining his neck up closer to the other boy. He grinned, laughing almost against Harry's lips. In a low, throaty voice, he said, "You wanna fuck me, Potter."
With that, Harry threw the boy across the table onto the floor and launched at him, preparing to smear him into the floor, but Snape grabbed his raised arm after appearing next to him very suddenly.
"That's it, Potter - detention!"
Harry clenched his teeth and glared at the greasy man looming over him. Draco slowly rose to his feet and chuckled behind his hand, making no effort to hide it.
He should have.
"What're you laughing at, Malfoy?" Snape said, voice lowering a little as he turned to his favorite pupil. "You too. Detention. Tonight."
"But - but Sir ..." the blonde stammered, finding it hard to talk with his jaw dropped in shock.
Harry and Ron both bit their respective tongues to hold in their own bitter laughter.
Snape turned from the seething group. "Potter, you are to move to the table in front, so I can keep an eye on you." Still seething, Harry collected an arm's load of ingredients as Ron grabbed the rest.
"Mr. Weasely is to stay where he is," Snape said without turning around. "And I expect you to make a successful potion alone before class is over, Mister Potter."
Harry moved, taking two trips to collect everything he needed, meaning he passed Draco twice. Both times the blonde flashed him dirty, cruel looks.
Harry ignored him.
He worked as fast as he could on his potion, but half of the class had already finished when he was only on step two; Snape started his round of the room, grading them.
He stopped over Harry's cauldron with a particularly cruel look on his sallow face. "I see. Ten points taken from Gryphendor, Potter. And I expect exemplary behavior out of you next class," he said as he jotted another failing grade down in his book next to the boy's name.
He circled the rest of the class with a sly, pleased look on his face. He obviously felt better after failing Harry. It always seemed to brighten his day.
"Class dismissed. I expect you two - Potter, Malfoy - to report here for detention promptly at nine. No excuses."
Harry huffed and cleaned up his desk. Ron came over to help him, joined by Hermione shortly after.
"That bastard - I can't believe how he's treating you now! Where does he ... When did he ... Gawd, I hate the fucker!" Ron fumed.
"You shouldn't listen to him," Hermione repeated.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Heard it before, Herm. Heard it today."
"Yes, but it's true! He's pushing all the buttons he can, Harry, and you play to him the way he wants every time."
"But all that shit he was spewing today? Where'd that all come from? He's just asking to be pounded." Ron slammed his fist into his open palm. "I'm gonna show 'im a good ol' Muggle-style beating, all right. You with me, Harry?"
"Yah. Sure. Right next to ya," Harry fumed, storming out of the room next to his tall friend, Hermione bounding along behind them.