Iris: Chapter Seven:
Bittersweet
I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long, but it's because I've been working on other H/D projects...But We Were Young, and a little one-shot I think will be enjoyed entitled Guitars and Shiny Paper.
I'm trying to avoid rambling here, so I'll just start writing...
HP doesn't belong to me, blah blah blah blah blah.
~~~
"If some of you would care to pay a bit of _attention_," he cleared his throat, "perhaps you would know exactly where we can find the necessary mugworm's blood for this potion. Mr. Potter?" Snape coughed, eyeing the boy maliciously.
Harry had not heard him. In the middle of the dank dungeon, next to Hermione and Ron, he was doodling letters and faces, all of which wound up the same. Draco.
"Harry!" hissed Hermione, elbowing him in the ribs.
"Oh, right...sorry...I don't know, sir." He lowered his head back to his doodles.
"Detention, Potter. Five points from Gryffindor." Harry rolled his eyes, not caring very much. It was a regular occurence by now. Snape continued. "Miss Granger, please put your hand down." Harry chuckled bemusedly as Hermione sighed, her arm falling to the table defeatedly.
Meanwhile, Draco, too, was doodling in his notes as Snape spoke to him. "Mr. Malfoy? Would you be so kind as to inform us where one can find a mugworm?"
"I thought we were in Potions, not Care of Magical Creatures," he muttered distractedly.
"Mr. Malfoy, please answer my question," demanded Snape in a threateningly low voice.
"Just ask the Mudblood, she knows, she always does," mocked the blonde, adding quietly, "prude."
"Mr. Malfoy, I am sad to have to say this, but you will be serving detention with me after classes as well. The both of you, Malfoy, Potter, six o'clock. Now, the mugworm is rather commonly found in swamps where..."
Harry zoned out somewhere along the way when he heard that he'd be doing detention with Draco.
~~~
Harry walked lethargically along the Transfiguration corridor, dreading the next two hours he'd be spending copying sentences with his favorite professor. It didn't matter much that he would be doing it with Draco, though, he decided, because there was no way they'd even get to talk.
"Potter, you're late." Snape's greasy, oozy voice echoed about the dungeon hall.
"Sorry, Professor," he replied tritely, traipsing into the classroom only to be shooed back out by Snape, Draco following him.
"Because the two of you are so negligent of the mugworm, I hope you'll learn enough about it when you find it and bring me back a juvenile specimen. I'm nearly out of it, anyway. Off to the swamp with you." Snape flicked his hands at them, and they dared not exchange skeptical glances until they were all the way up the stairs.
~~~
Draco couldn't believe his luck. Alone with Harry for two hours, just to find a lousy worm? He could practically taste the euphoria. In fact, he was quite sure he could.
They raced each other out to the edge of the forest, nearing the swamp so they could get what they needed. It took only a few minutes to find the proper animal, and Draco placed it carefully into a jar of mud, then into the bag he used to carry his books.
They hadn't been together in weeks, and it showed. Draco knocked Harry to the ground, showering his face and neck with rough kisses. Soon enough, both boys were rid of their top layer of robes.
"Drake, now. I need you _now_," Harry panted against Draco's mouth as the two continued to wrestle.
"Aw, but that isn't any _fun_, Harry."
"I don't care, mate. Fuck me. Now."
"No way in fucking....hell..." The blonde shivered as Harry began to remove his sweater, unbutton his shirt, the cool February air licking his skin.
"Wanker," murmured Harry as he sucked on Draco's nipple, blowing on it, causing his lover to squirm.
"All right, mate, all right...I give in! Stop!" Draco laughed, bringing Harry up to him for a searing kiss.
~~~
"Hermione, really, I don't get it. It's nothing new for me, McGonagall hates me, but really, how did you wind up with a detention?"
"I don't know, Ron. I don't know," she said, pushing open the great wooden door that led to the forest path, "but she could give us something more worthwhile to do than collect rats for transfiguration practice."
"Well, you know McGonagall, loves to occ- bloody fucking _hell_," squeaked the redhead.
"What? Ron? R-" Hermione, too, went pale as she stared in the direction of whatever was frightening Ron.
At the end of the path lay Draco Malfoy and Harry, naked.
~~~
I don't know if it's really a cliffhanger, but I felt like being evil. So ha.
R/R please!
Elanor Whiteriver
Bittersweet
I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long, but it's because I've been working on other H/D projects...But We Were Young, and a little one-shot I think will be enjoyed entitled Guitars and Shiny Paper.
I'm trying to avoid rambling here, so I'll just start writing...
HP doesn't belong to me, blah blah blah blah blah.
~~~
"If some of you would care to pay a bit of _attention_," he cleared his throat, "perhaps you would know exactly where we can find the necessary mugworm's blood for this potion. Mr. Potter?" Snape coughed, eyeing the boy maliciously.
Harry had not heard him. In the middle of the dank dungeon, next to Hermione and Ron, he was doodling letters and faces, all of which wound up the same. Draco.
"Harry!" hissed Hermione, elbowing him in the ribs.
"Oh, right...sorry...I don't know, sir." He lowered his head back to his doodles.
"Detention, Potter. Five points from Gryffindor." Harry rolled his eyes, not caring very much. It was a regular occurence by now. Snape continued. "Miss Granger, please put your hand down." Harry chuckled bemusedly as Hermione sighed, her arm falling to the table defeatedly.
Meanwhile, Draco, too, was doodling in his notes as Snape spoke to him. "Mr. Malfoy? Would you be so kind as to inform us where one can find a mugworm?"
"I thought we were in Potions, not Care of Magical Creatures," he muttered distractedly.
"Mr. Malfoy, please answer my question," demanded Snape in a threateningly low voice.
"Just ask the Mudblood, she knows, she always does," mocked the blonde, adding quietly, "prude."
"Mr. Malfoy, I am sad to have to say this, but you will be serving detention with me after classes as well. The both of you, Malfoy, Potter, six o'clock. Now, the mugworm is rather commonly found in swamps where..."
Harry zoned out somewhere along the way when he heard that he'd be doing detention with Draco.
~~~
Harry walked lethargically along the Transfiguration corridor, dreading the next two hours he'd be spending copying sentences with his favorite professor. It didn't matter much that he would be doing it with Draco, though, he decided, because there was no way they'd even get to talk.
"Potter, you're late." Snape's greasy, oozy voice echoed about the dungeon hall.
"Sorry, Professor," he replied tritely, traipsing into the classroom only to be shooed back out by Snape, Draco following him.
"Because the two of you are so negligent of the mugworm, I hope you'll learn enough about it when you find it and bring me back a juvenile specimen. I'm nearly out of it, anyway. Off to the swamp with you." Snape flicked his hands at them, and they dared not exchange skeptical glances until they were all the way up the stairs.
~~~
Draco couldn't believe his luck. Alone with Harry for two hours, just to find a lousy worm? He could practically taste the euphoria. In fact, he was quite sure he could.
They raced each other out to the edge of the forest, nearing the swamp so they could get what they needed. It took only a few minutes to find the proper animal, and Draco placed it carefully into a jar of mud, then into the bag he used to carry his books.
They hadn't been together in weeks, and it showed. Draco knocked Harry to the ground, showering his face and neck with rough kisses. Soon enough, both boys were rid of their top layer of robes.
"Drake, now. I need you _now_," Harry panted against Draco's mouth as the two continued to wrestle.
"Aw, but that isn't any _fun_, Harry."
"I don't care, mate. Fuck me. Now."
"No way in fucking....hell..." The blonde shivered as Harry began to remove his sweater, unbutton his shirt, the cool February air licking his skin.
"Wanker," murmured Harry as he sucked on Draco's nipple, blowing on it, causing his lover to squirm.
"All right, mate, all right...I give in! Stop!" Draco laughed, bringing Harry up to him for a searing kiss.
~~~
"Hermione, really, I don't get it. It's nothing new for me, McGonagall hates me, but really, how did you wind up with a detention?"
"I don't know, Ron. I don't know," she said, pushing open the great wooden door that led to the forest path, "but she could give us something more worthwhile to do than collect rats for transfiguration practice."
"Well, you know McGonagall, loves to occ- bloody fucking _hell_," squeaked the redhead.
"What? Ron? R-" Hermione, too, went pale as she stared in the direction of whatever was frightening Ron.
At the end of the path lay Draco Malfoy and Harry, naked.
~~~
I don't know if it's really a cliffhanger, but I felt like being evil. So ha.
R/R please!
Elanor Whiteriver
