Potions Class
A/N: Part four here. I am enjoying this series.
Shameless Plug: My fic 'Desperate Times, Desperate Measures' is now up to five parts. It's got plenty of shirtless!Draco scenes, as well as leather trousers.
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Potter and his two-person fan club are just ahead of me, walking down the hall towards our advanced potions class. I wonder if he ever feels like a third wheel, with those two always hanging onto each other.
I quicken my pace. "Move it, Potter." I shove past them and continue into the classroom.
"Is it just me, or has been Malfoy been acting strange of late?" Granger says to Potter.
I can almost feel his eyes on me as I enter class. "No, it's not you."
I ignore them. What else can I do? Crabbe and Goyle are in the dumb class. I can't take on both of them, and when Granger does fight, she goes all out. I have scars from her nails. We fight so much. I know the only reason none of us have been expelled is because of my father and because they're Dumbledore's favourites.
I took my place directly behind Potter and next to Pansy. Pansy and I dated for a while. Didn't last. The sex wasn't very good. Our parents were heartbroken when they heard the news. That is, both our father's threatened to kill me if I didn't take her back. It was a good thing I was at school.
I stared at the back of Harry's head as Snape was lecturing. My hand moved limply as I took notes, the quill making illegible scribbles. There was something about Snape's voice-it entranced me. He just made potions sound so...sexy. As far as the teachers in this school go, they're all pretty awful. But there's something about Severus Snape. Between him and Potter, it's a wonder I can get anything at all done in this class.
I try very hard to force myself to take notes, but it's no good. Professor Snape has noticed my slipping grades in his class. He called me to his office last week. I sat through a long lecture about responsibility and so forth. He even made *that* sound sexy. I was never happier to get out of that room.
It's not my fault he keeps pairing me with Potter for labs. I play with the idea that he knows, and is doing it on purpose. Torture Lucius Malfoy's son. And I used to be his favourite student.
It is torture. (I seem to use that word a lot of late.) Watching him with his robe sleeves rolled up and the tip of his tongue sticking out of his mouth as he concentrates on his work. He only looks at me when he has to, and it's usually with a scowl on his face that I can't help but find simply irresistible.
Snape is airing us together again. Granger and Weasley are both scowling-Granger is working with Blaise, and Weasley with Dean Thomas. "Potter and Malfoy," Snape snaps. I meet eyes with my professor-his lips curl up in a sneer. Yes. He's doing this on purpose.
A/N: Part four here. I am enjoying this series.
Shameless Plug: My fic 'Desperate Times, Desperate Measures' is now up to five parts. It's got plenty of shirtless!Draco scenes, as well as leather trousers.
*****
Potter and his two-person fan club are just ahead of me, walking down the hall towards our advanced potions class. I wonder if he ever feels like a third wheel, with those two always hanging onto each other.
I quicken my pace. "Move it, Potter." I shove past them and continue into the classroom.
"Is it just me, or has been Malfoy been acting strange of late?" Granger says to Potter.
I can almost feel his eyes on me as I enter class. "No, it's not you."
I ignore them. What else can I do? Crabbe and Goyle are in the dumb class. I can't take on both of them, and when Granger does fight, she goes all out. I have scars from her nails. We fight so much. I know the only reason none of us have been expelled is because of my father and because they're Dumbledore's favourites.
I took my place directly behind Potter and next to Pansy. Pansy and I dated for a while. Didn't last. The sex wasn't very good. Our parents were heartbroken when they heard the news. That is, both our father's threatened to kill me if I didn't take her back. It was a good thing I was at school.
I stared at the back of Harry's head as Snape was lecturing. My hand moved limply as I took notes, the quill making illegible scribbles. There was something about Snape's voice-it entranced me. He just made potions sound so...sexy. As far as the teachers in this school go, they're all pretty awful. But there's something about Severus Snape. Between him and Potter, it's a wonder I can get anything at all done in this class.
I try very hard to force myself to take notes, but it's no good. Professor Snape has noticed my slipping grades in his class. He called me to his office last week. I sat through a long lecture about responsibility and so forth. He even made *that* sound sexy. I was never happier to get out of that room.
It's not my fault he keeps pairing me with Potter for labs. I play with the idea that he knows, and is doing it on purpose. Torture Lucius Malfoy's son. And I used to be his favourite student.
It is torture. (I seem to use that word a lot of late.) Watching him with his robe sleeves rolled up and the tip of his tongue sticking out of his mouth as he concentrates on his work. He only looks at me when he has to, and it's usually with a scowl on his face that I can't help but find simply irresistible.
Snape is airing us together again. Granger and Weasley are both scowling-Granger is working with Blaise, and Weasley with Dean Thomas. "Potter and Malfoy," Snape snaps. I meet eyes with my professor-his lips curl up in a sneer. Yes. He's doing this on purpose.
