Disclaimer: I do not own HP or any of the characters
AN: Planning on starting series of short vignettes set around specific lyrics to various songs.
She's got eyes that cut's you like a knife, and lips that taste like sweet red wine
And her pretty legs go to heaven everytime
Harry knew he would never be an O student in potions no matter how hard he tried, but today he was trying. Like really trying, it wasn't his fault her legs looked so damn good in that skirt she wore today. It was like she was out to tempt him he promises that.
"Mr. Potter," Snape drawled bringing Harry out of his musings, "if you would please stop staring at Ms. Parkinson's legs and do start paying attention, you may be able to scrape an acceptable on your next potion." Harry blushes and tries to sink further in his seat as Pansy's head snaps up and she stares at him quizzically. If looks could kill Harry's sure he'd be dead.
Somehow, Harry was able to make it through Potions without any more major slip ups. It was a win in his book, he thought as he gathered up his things.
"Potter!" He looks up at the call of his name to two lips colliding with his. Suddenly all he can taste is the sweetest red wine, and as fast as it started, it was over. He comes to his senses to see Pansy winking at him as she struts off.
"See ya later, Potter"