*Notes*
Uh. wrote this for English class a few years back. Imagine the look on the professor's face when he read this. ;)
Disclaimer: The characters and places in this story belong to none other than J.K. Rowling. No infringement is intended, as this is not for profit.
Chapter rating: PG-13
Warnings: Contains thoughts of sex.
*End notes*
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I The Encounter
The blond-haired boy stalked down the darkened hallway. Though students and teachers filled the colossal dining hall for the annual end-of- term dance, this part of the castle was deserted, allowing him to slip unnoticed through the passages outside the dorms. He often walked here, staring off into space, appearing to the rare person who saw him to be lost in thought.
Careful to silence his footsteps, the boy turned into one of the corridors leading to the outer wall of the castle. And promptly banged himself up against an unseen object.
"What the..." he muttered to himself. Recognition flashed across his face. "Potter!" he exclaimed.
A mop of unruly dark hair appeared, followed by the now-famous countenance of Harry Potter.
"Malfoy! What are you doing out here? Up to no good again, I don't doubt."
"I could ask the same of you," Draco said. "I'm shocked, actually, that you had the courage to come here without your ragtag friends. Whatever happened to Weasel and that MudBlood you're always hanging around?"
"Ron and Hermione are in the dining hall with everyone else, of course," said Harry. "Shouldn't you be there too?"
"What? and miss an opportunity to insult the great Harry Potter? I don't think so. Now why don't you take your little unwanted self back to your dorm and lie down and cry, because the MudBlood wants Weasel and not you. You can't blame her for wanting someone who's not going to be horribly murdered by Voldemort, now can you?" Draco sneered.
Throwing the shocked Harry a malicious grin, Draco spun on his heel and disappeared back down the long hallway.
II Reflections
I hate them! Hate them all! Unbelievable to think of them, really... want to fade away into the darkness like mist... need to clear my thoughts.
It isn't fair! He gets everything... so many friends. So popular... he and I alone at the top of the astronomy tower, the wind caressing out bare skin...
Fuck! That hurt! But there's nothing... HARRY! The invisibility cloak. But what's he doing here? Oh god, don't let him think me a moron for running into him. Think! Have to say something. Standing here like a love- sick idiot.
...Weasel and the MudBlood...
Good, Draco, make fun of his friends. That'll make him like you, for sure... I wish he'd get on with it. His lips moving as he speaks to me, perfect, petal-soft, and red. What would it be like to kiss those lips? To feel his lean body pressed against my own... to run my hand down his chest and feel his hardness there?
Oh, no. What did he just ask me? Can't tell him why I left the hall. I don't think I could stand his mocking laughter at my weakness.
...take your little unwanted self back to your dorm...
Shit. Well, at least he won't suspect anything... Why can I only defend myself with insults when I really want to take him in my arms and...
Got to get out of here. Can't think straight. Got to get back to my dorm before I make a fool of myself... Come on, MOVE! That's it. Smile and leave. Breathe.
Stretched out on my bed, good. I can think again. His lips, his arms, his... I have to do something about this. But what?
Uh. wrote this for English class a few years back. Imagine the look on the professor's face when he read this. ;)
Disclaimer: The characters and places in this story belong to none other than J.K. Rowling. No infringement is intended, as this is not for profit.
Chapter rating: PG-13
Warnings: Contains thoughts of sex.
*End notes*
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I The Encounter
The blond-haired boy stalked down the darkened hallway. Though students and teachers filled the colossal dining hall for the annual end-of- term dance, this part of the castle was deserted, allowing him to slip unnoticed through the passages outside the dorms. He often walked here, staring off into space, appearing to the rare person who saw him to be lost in thought.
Careful to silence his footsteps, the boy turned into one of the corridors leading to the outer wall of the castle. And promptly banged himself up against an unseen object.
"What the..." he muttered to himself. Recognition flashed across his face. "Potter!" he exclaimed.
A mop of unruly dark hair appeared, followed by the now-famous countenance of Harry Potter.
"Malfoy! What are you doing out here? Up to no good again, I don't doubt."
"I could ask the same of you," Draco said. "I'm shocked, actually, that you had the courage to come here without your ragtag friends. Whatever happened to Weasel and that MudBlood you're always hanging around?"
"Ron and Hermione are in the dining hall with everyone else, of course," said Harry. "Shouldn't you be there too?"
"What? and miss an opportunity to insult the great Harry Potter? I don't think so. Now why don't you take your little unwanted self back to your dorm and lie down and cry, because the MudBlood wants Weasel and not you. You can't blame her for wanting someone who's not going to be horribly murdered by Voldemort, now can you?" Draco sneered.
Throwing the shocked Harry a malicious grin, Draco spun on his heel and disappeared back down the long hallway.
II Reflections
I hate them! Hate them all! Unbelievable to think of them, really... want to fade away into the darkness like mist... need to clear my thoughts.
It isn't fair! He gets everything... so many friends. So popular... he and I alone at the top of the astronomy tower, the wind caressing out bare skin...
Fuck! That hurt! But there's nothing... HARRY! The invisibility cloak. But what's he doing here? Oh god, don't let him think me a moron for running into him. Think! Have to say something. Standing here like a love- sick idiot.
...Weasel and the MudBlood...
Good, Draco, make fun of his friends. That'll make him like you, for sure... I wish he'd get on with it. His lips moving as he speaks to me, perfect, petal-soft, and red. What would it be like to kiss those lips? To feel his lean body pressed against my own... to run my hand down his chest and feel his hardness there?
Oh, no. What did he just ask me? Can't tell him why I left the hall. I don't think I could stand his mocking laughter at my weakness.
...take your little unwanted self back to your dorm...
Shit. Well, at least he won't suspect anything... Why can I only defend myself with insults when I really want to take him in my arms and...
Got to get out of here. Can't think straight. Got to get back to my dorm before I make a fool of myself... Come on, MOVE! That's it. Smile and leave. Breathe.
Stretched out on my bed, good. I can think again. His lips, his arms, his... I have to do something about this. But what?